{"product_id":"annajane-and-the-endless-summer-isbn-9780593905647","title":"Anna-Jane and the Endless Summer","description":"\u003cb\u003eAnna-Jane couldn’t wait for camp. But when the outside world goes dark, she and her friends soon realize they’re in for the adventure of their lives this summer—and maybe even beyond.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"A nail-biter of a survival story.\" -Megan E. Freeman, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAlone \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eAway\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnna-Jane is thrilled to be back at Camp Chester—the one place she feels like she belongs. She’s excited to swim in the lake, read in her favorite chair, and swap secrets with her best friend under the stars. But not long after Anna-Jane unpacks her trunk, weird things start happening.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFirst, townspeople near camp begin disappearing. Then, the internet, cell service, and all other forms of communication are cut off. Soon, Anna-Jane and the residents of Camp Chester realize they are completely alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr so they think. Across the lake, the kids spot a strange flashing light. And when animals begin turning up with yellowed eyes and disfigured limbs, it is clear the dangers are only growing. Most alarming of all, though, is the deepening distrust among the campers themselves, which could have deadly consequences. Anna-Jane knows what to expect from a summer at camp . . . but what happens when camp lasts well beyond the summer?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCaptured in Anna-Jane’s diary, discover the poignant journey of a young girl’s fight to survive in the face of the unknown.★ \"\u003cb\u003eA true triumph of the genre\u003c\/b\u003e, with gripping pacing, authentic characters, and a balance of coming-of-age and survival. Older middle grade readers will be riveted by this heartfelt thriller.\" —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Classey effectively captures how the world feels like it’s ending during adolescence against a backdrop of a world that may actually be ending. Fans of Megan Freeman’s \u003ci\u003eAlone \u003c\/i\u003ewill find much to enjoy. \u003cb\u003eAn intense and riveting read\u003c\/b\u003e.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Beware, this is \u003cb\u003enot your average summer camp tale\u003c\/b\u003e.\" —Leslie Connor, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Truth as Told by Mason Buttle,\u003c\/i\u003e National Book Award finalist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eThis one had me on the edge of my seat!\u003c\/b\u003e I read it in one sitting.\" —Andrea Beatriz Arango, Newbery Honor winner for \u003ci\u003eIveliz Explains It All\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eA gripping, un-put-down-able novel\u003c\/b\u003e. One word of advice, though: you might want to read it with the lights on.\" —Tommy Greenwald, author of \u003ci\u003eGame Changer\u003c\/i\u003e and the Charlie Joe Jackson series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Don’t let the classic summer camp vibe fool you; \u003ci\u003eAnna-Jane and the Endless Summer\u003c\/i\u003e quickly evolves into a nail-biter of a survival story....Provocative and scary, and \u003cb\u003esure to keep readers glued until the very last page\u003c\/b\u003e.” —Megan E. Freeman, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAlone \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eAway\u003c\/i\u003ePaige Classey is a school librarian who lives with her husband and two sons on the Connecticut shoreline. She is the author of the YA novel \u003ci\u003eEverything You Left Me, \u003c\/i\u003ewhich was selected as a \u003ci\u003eForbes \u003c\/i\u003e\"7 Most-Anticipated YA Mysteries to Dive Into This Winter.\" She has also contributed articles on libraries and education that have appeared in School Library Journal, TEACH Magazine, and Education Week. \u003ci\u003eAnna-Jane and the Last Summer\u003c\/i\u003e is inspired by her own time at summer camps growing up...luckily her adventures never lasted more than a few weeks.Packing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs a seasoned camper,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI know exactly what to pack\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor eight weeks away:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eshampoo,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003econditioner,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etoothbrush,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etoothpaste,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eplus flip-­flops for the shower\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(mostly because\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom made me google\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“plantar warts”),\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eT-­shirts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eshorts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etons of underwear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003epacks of Skittles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003erolled up in my socks,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003epajamas,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand a dress\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(Amaya saw Camp Chester announced a dance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor the first time ever,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eplanned for the end of the summer;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe thought makes my palms sweat\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ea little),\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ephotos for our wall,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ephone and charger,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eplenty of books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor rainy days\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand right before lights-­out\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(this year,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSpeak,\u003c\/i\u003e by Laurie Halse Anderson,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDry,\u003c\/i\u003e about California running out of water,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eFahrenheit 451,\u003c\/i\u003e and a book of poetry\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMs. Zhang gave me,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eplus \u003ci\u003eThe Penderwicks,\u003c\/i\u003e for old times’ sake),\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand whatever this notebook poem journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eis.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMs. Zhang\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etold me I need\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto keep writing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eover the summer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Like . . . for homework?” I asked\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon our last day of school,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003enose wrinkled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe snorted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not homework.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eGrow\u003c\/i\u003e work, Anna-­Jane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr not even ‘work’ at all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou’re nourishing your artistic soul!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe makes everything\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003esound like\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003epoetry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI rolled my eyes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebut here I am,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eadding “grow work”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto my trunk\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor a teacher I don’t even have anymore.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a few months,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’ll be an eighth grader\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon the third floor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt sounds too grown-­up\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor me,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebut Ms. Zhang says I have “tremendous potential”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebecause I’m a “keen observer,”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand my mom says I have her “natural resilience”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand “staggering intellect”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand other beautiful words\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethat feel too big,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etoo shiny,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto describe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eme.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThree Hours and a Mountain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI got bottom bunk\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elike I wanted,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand piled a bunch of stuff\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon the top bunk\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto save it for Amaya,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewho’s still on her way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cabin smells musty\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebut nice,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elike a shirt you wore to a campfire\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand forgot to wash.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI miss my mom a little already,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eher cheering and beeping the horn\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eas we crept up the mountain to camp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI cringed and hid my face\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eso she couldn’t see me also\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003esmiling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe checked me in,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand we dragged my trunk\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003einto empty Cabin 22.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hung the picture of us\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Finkle next door took\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe day we moved in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom’s hand is on my five-­year-­old head,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand her mouth looks funny\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebecause she’s in the middle\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof saying something.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the porch,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003emy mom hugged me close\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand said,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I love you, honeybee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’m so proud of you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHope you have the best time.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hugged her tight around the waist,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etried to swallow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe stone of sorrow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elodged in my throat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wait, don’t go,” I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m not ready for you to leave.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe tightened her arms\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003earound me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand whispered\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003einto my hair,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re ready.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou and Amaya will take care of each other,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elike always.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe smiled down at me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And the other kids who are on their way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSoon they’ll feel like family, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA second family.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI breathed in her coconut shampoo\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand nodded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMom saves the entire year\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto send me to camp,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand even then,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ea scholarship\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003emakes up the difference.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn’t want her to think\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’d changed my mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen she was gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wonder if she’ll be lonely\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ein our house on South Pine Street,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethree hours\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand a mountain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eaway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wonder if tonight\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eshe’ll listen to the creaks and groans\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof our old, old house\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand miss me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ein my room\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eat the end of the hall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmaya\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmaya bursts into the cabin,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efollowed by Z, her little sister,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewho’s at camp with us\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor the first time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe looks like\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ea miniature Amaya\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebeaming at me:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003esame dark eyes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003edimples,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand the buzzing energy\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof a bumblebee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You got us bunks together!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmaya squeals.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe hug in our jumping\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eI haven’t seen you in almost a whole year\u003c\/i\u003e hug,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethen head outside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto wait for her parents.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well, well, well,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eif it isn’t Anna-­Jane Thompson!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebellows Amaya’s dad\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eas he and Mrs. D. drop a trunk\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand two giant duffel bags\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon the porch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hi, Mr. D.! Mrs. D.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. D. side-­hugs me,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eexclaims, “You got so tall, Miss Anna-­Jane!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow are you? Everything good?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shrug.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No twins this year?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmaya’s older brothers\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eare leaving for college\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eat the end of the summer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were counselors-­in-­training last year.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No, they’re at home for two more months,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ecoming in at all times of night,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eleaving me no gas in the morning,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003egiving me gray hair,” Mrs. D. chuckles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI smile and struggle to\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elift one of Amaya’s bags.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eZ trips over Amaya’s other duffel,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethen whines when Amaya cackles at her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. D. scolds her\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor teasing her sister,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewhile Mrs. D. prays aloud\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor strength.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI realize in that moment\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehow much\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’ve missed the Drakes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSometimes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSometimes I wish\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmaya went to my school.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI imagine sitting with her at lunch\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand in language arts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe would lock eyes with me the second\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe teacher mentioned “partners.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe would glare at anyone","brand":"Random House Books for Young Readers","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48232929100005,"sku":"NP9780593905647","price":17.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593905647.jpg?v=1767721620","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/annajane-and-the-endless-summer-isbn-9780593905647","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}