{"product_id":"mick-harte-was-here-isbn-9780679882039","title":"Mick Harte Was Here","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn award-winning, heartrending young middle grade novel from Barbara Park—the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Junie B. Jones series—just right for readers of\u003ci\u003e Frindle,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eLove That Dog,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eThe Lemonade War,\u003c\/i\u003e and other classic young middle grade favorites.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eKids aren’t supposed to die.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Phoebe’s brother, Mick, was one of the funniest, coolest kids you’d ever meet—the kid who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, even if you were mad at him. The kid who freaked his and Phoebe’s mom out by putting a ceramic eye in a defrosted chicken; who went trick-or-treating as Thomas Crapper, the inventor of the modern-day flush toilet; who did a wild solo dance in front of the entire school. He was the kid you’d want to be friends with. So how can he be gone? And how will Phoebe’s family survive without him?\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWinner of 12 State Awards!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An IRA-CBC Young Adults’ Choice\u003cbr\u003e A \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year\u003cbr\u003e A \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e * “Genius . . . excruciatingly real . . . powerful.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly,\u003c\/i\u003e starred\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “[A] wrenching story permeated with humor and hope.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e For the Review section (please add the two reviews and the state awards below):\u003cbr\u003e “A very moving story about a terrific 12-year-old boy. By the end of the book, readers miss him, too.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Park skillfully interweaves humor and pain in this unique, utterly believable account of Phoebe’s attempt to cope with a heartbreaking loss.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Horn Book\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Georgia Children’s Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Connecticut Nutmeg Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Kansas William Allen White Children’s Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—North Dakota Flicker Tale Children’s Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Rhode Island Children’s Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—South Carolina Children’s Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Vermont Dorothy Canfield Fisher Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Illinois Rebecca Caudill Young Readers’ Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Indiana Young Hoosier Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Iowa Children’s Choice Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Minnesota Maud Hart Lovelace Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eNOMINEE\u003c\/b\u003e—Washington Evergreen Young Adult Book Award\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWINNER\u003c\/b\u003e—Kentucky Bluegrass Master List\u003c\/p\u003e\"A full-fledged and fully convincing drama\" (\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e).  \u003cp\u003eBARBARA PARK (1947–2013) is beloved by millions as the author of the wildly popular \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Junie B. Jones books, which have been translated into multiple languages and are time-honored staples in elementary school classrooms around the world. She is also the author of award-winning middle grade novels and bestselling picture books, including \u003ci\u003eSkinnybones, Almost Starring Skinnybones, Mick Harte Was Here,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Kid in the Red Jacket.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e---Mick\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Just Let Me Say right off the bat, it was a bike accident. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It was about as \"accidental\" as you can get, too.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Like Mick wasn't riding crazy. Or dodging in and out of traffic. And both of his hands were on the handlebars and all like that.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e His tire just hit a rock. And he skidded into the back of a passing truck. And that was that. There wasn't a scratch on him. It was a head injury. Period.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e So this isn't the kind of book where you meet the main character and you get to like him real well and then he dies at the end. I hate those kind of books. And besides, I can't think of anything worse than using my brother's accident as the tear-jerking climax to some tragic story.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I don't want to make you cry.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I just want to tell you about Mick.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But I thought you should know right up front that he's not here anymore.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I just thought that would be fair.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’m only ten months older than he was.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I was \"planned.\" \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mick was a surprise.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He loved it, too. Being a surprise, I mean. He was always teasing my parents about it. Telling them that even before he \u003ci\u003eexisted\u003c\/i\u003e, he could outsmart two chemistry majors with birth control pills.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"Just imagine the amazing stunts I'll pull when I'm a sneaky, rebellious \u003ci\u003eteenager\u003c\/i\u003e,\" he'd say. Then he'd rub his hands together and throw his head way back and do that kind of creepy laugh that mad scientists do in the movies. You know, like \"Muuwhaaaahahahahaha ...\" and he'd hunch over and limp out of the room like Igor or somebody.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mick was excellent at imitating voices, by the way. We have a tape of him yelling \"I'm melting! I'm melting!\" that sounds just like the Wicked Witch of the West in \u003ci\u003eThe Wizard of Oz\u003c\/i\u003e. Exactly, I mean.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But even without playing the tape, I can still remember how he sounded. I've heard that sometimes when people you love die, you forget their voices. But I haven't forgotten Mick's. Not yet, anyway.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I have a weird kind of memory, I think. Like I've never once been able to remember my parents' anniversary in time to buy them a card. But I can still remember the exact conversation I had with Santa Claus when I was in kindergarten.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He said, \"Ho ho ho.\"\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I said, \"Your breath smells.\" \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e And he said, \"Get down.\"\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It wasn't much of a chat, but the point is, it happened eight years ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday. That's why it doesn't surprise me that I can remember everything about the fight Mick and I had four weeks ago. On the morning of the accident.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It started out like most any other school day at our house. My father was running around wearing his usual morning outfit-a shirt and tie, boxer shorts, and black socks. It's pretty humiliating being related to a man in a get-up like that. But Pop never puts on his pants till right before he leaves for the office. He doesn't like to \"ruin the crease\" before he has to, he says. I'm serious.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e My mother had already left for work, wearing her usual pair of jeans. But don't think the jeans mean she's more laid back than Pop. All they mean is that she works at a research lab doing experiments with viruses, and she doesn't like to spill germs on her good clothes.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Both of my parents are totally different from Mick and me. They're real methodical and organized, and everything they do is always technically planned out. Like my mom never makes hamburgers for dinner without weighing out precise quarter-pound servings on her kitchen scale. And Pop's idea of a daring adventure is to wash his socks without pinning them to their mates.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Also, I've got name tags sewn into my underwear and I've never been to camp-which is downright disturbing, when you think about it.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e On top of all that, my parents hate family conflict worse than any parents I've ever seen. Like my brother and I could hardly even raise our voices at each other before we'd be hustled off to our rooms to think about how we could \"resolve our differences in a more civilized and resourceful manner.\"","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301976264933,"sku":"NP9780679882039","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780679882039.jpg?v=1767732633","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/mick-harte-was-here-isbn-9780679882039","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}