{"product_id":"fuzzy-mud-isbn-9780385370226","title":"Fuzzy Mud","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom Louis Sachar, the multi-award-winning author of \u003ci\u003eHoles,\u003c\/i\u003e comes the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller that's been nominated for 13 state awards and counting!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThey got lost.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe world got scared.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAnd the mud got fuzzy.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eFifth grader Tamaya Dhilwaddi and seventh grader Marshall Walsh have been walking to and from Woodridge Academy together since elementary school. But their routine is disrupted when bully Chad Hilligas challenges Marshall to a fight. \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eTo avoid the conflict, Marshall takes a shortcut home through the off-limits woods. Tamaya, unaware of the reason for the detour, reluctantly follows. They soon get lost. And then they find trouble. Bigger trouble than anyone could ever have imagined. What they uncover might affect the future of the world.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFUZZY MUD is an imaginative and suspenseful story of the great lengths we’ll go to for friendship and family, the mishaps and breakthroughs that are made in the name of science, and the wonders of mud . . . fuzzy mud. \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA JUNIOR LIBRARY GUILD SELECTION\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eFINANCIAL TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“The children are well-realized characters and agents within their immediate social worlds . . . [and] the very fate of the world is at stake.” —\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Holds as much suspense as fuel for discussion.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller\u003cbr\u003eWinner of the Georgia Children's Award and the Buckeye Children's Teen Book Award (Ohio)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Grounded in well-rounded central characters, this compelling novel holds as much suspense as fuel for discussion.”—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Fast-paced. An exciting story of school life, and bullies that becomes a quick meditation on the promise and dangers of modern science.\"—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"This engaging eco-cautionary tale... will captivate readers while giving them plenty to think about.\"—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\". . . vintage Sachar for the way it brings big ideas to everyday drama.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Horn Book\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sachar blends elements of mystery, suspense, and school-day life into a taut environmental cautionary tale.\"—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An engrossing plot . . .a most entertaining ride . . . .Readers will devour this delightful book just as they did with HOLES. A unique story that keeps readers on their toes.\"—\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eVOYA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Sachar is a master at compact and unintimidating plotting; the school story unfolds with swift authenticity in its own right and then becomes tautly suspenseful.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\". . .lively narrative . . . snappy dialogue and plenty of action.\"—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eLOUIS SACHAR is the author of the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eHoles\u003c\/i\u003e, which won the Newbery Medal, the National Book Award, and the Christopher Award, as well as \u003ci\u003eStanley Yelnats’ Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake\u003c\/i\u003e; \u003ci\u003eSmall Steps\u003c\/i\u003e, winner of the Schneider Family Book Award; and \u003ci\u003eThe Cardturner, \u003c\/i\u003ea \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book, a Parents’ Choice Gold Award recipient, and an ALA-YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults Book. His books for younger readers include \u003ci\u003eThere’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Boy Who Lost His Face\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eDogs Don’t Tell Jokes\u003c\/i\u003e, and the Marvin Redpost series, among many others.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTuesday, November 2 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e11:55 a.m.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWoodridge Academy, a private school in Heath Cliff, Pennsylvania, had once been the home of William Heath, after whom the town had been named. Nearly three hundred students now attended school in the four-story, black-and-brown stone building where William Heath had lived from 1891 to 1917, with only his wife and three daughters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTamaya Dhilwaddi’s fifth-grade classroom on the fourth floor had been the youngest daughter’s bedroom. The kindergarten area had once been the stables.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe lunchroom used to be a grand ballroom, where elegantly dressed couples had sipped champagne and danced to a live orchestra. Crystal chandeliers still hung from the ceiling, but these days the room permanently smelled of stale macaroni and cheese. Two hundred and eighty-nine kids, ages five to fourteen, crammed their mouths with Cheetos, made jokes about boogers, spilled milk, and shrieked for no apparent reason.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTamaya didn’t shriek, but she did gasp very quietly as she covered her mouth with her hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He’s got this superlong beard,” a boy was saying, “splotched all over with blood.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And no teeth,” another boy added.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were boys from the upper grades. Tamaya felt excited just talking to them, although, so far, she had been too nervous to actually say anything. She was sitting in the middle of a long table, eating lunch with her friends Monica, Hope, and Summer. One of the older boys’ legs was only inches away from hers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The guy can’t chew his own food,” said the first boy. “So his dogs have to chew it up for him. Then they spit it out, and then he eats it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That is so disgusting!” exclaimed Monica, but from the way her eyes shone when she said it, Tamaya could tell that her best friend was just as excited as she was to have the attention of the older boys.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boys had been telling the girls about a deranged hermit who lived in the woods. Tamaya didn’t believe half of what they said. She knew boys liked to show off. Still, it was fun to let herself get caught up in it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Except they’re not really dogs,” said the boy sitting next to Tamaya. “They’re more like wolves! Big and black, with giant fangs and glowing red eyes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTamaya shuddered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWoodridge Academy was surrounded by miles of woods and rocky hills. Tamaya walked to school every morning with Marshall Walsh, a seventh-grade boy who lived three houses down from her and on the other side of their tree-lined street. Their walk was almost two miles long, but it would have been a lot shorter if they hadn’t had to circle around the woods.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So what does he eat?” asked Summer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy next to Tamaya shrugged. “Whatever his wolves bring him,” he said. “Squirrels, rats, people. He doesn’t care, just so long as it’s food!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy took a big bite of his tuna fish sandwich, then imitated the hermit by curling his lips so that it looked like he didn’t have any teeth. He opened and closed his mouth in an exaggerated manner, showing Tamaya his partially chewed food.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You are so gross!” exclaimed Summer from the other side of Tamaya.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll the boys laughed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSummer was the prettiest of Tamaya’s friends, with straw-colored hair and sky-blue eyes. Tamaya figured that was probably the reason the boys were talking to them in the first place. Boys were always acting silly around Summer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTamaya had dark eyes and dark hair that hung only halfway down her neck. It used to be a lot longer, but three days before school started, while she was still in Philadelphia with her dad, she made the drastic decision to chop it off. Her dad took her to a very posh hair salon that he probably couldn’t afford. As soon as she got it cut, she was filled with regret, but when she got back to Heath Cliff, her friends all told her how mature and sophisticated she looked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer parents were divorced. She spent most of the summer with her dad, and one weekend each month during the school year. Philadelphia was on the opposite end of the state, three hundred miles away. When she returned home to Heath Cliff, she always had the feeling that she’d missed something important while she’d been gone. It might have been nothing more than an inside joke that her friends all laughed at, but she always felt a little left out, and it took her a while to get back into the groove.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“He came this close to eating me,” said one of the boys, a tough-looking kid with short black hair and a square face. “A wolf snapped at my leg just as I was climbing back over the fence.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy stood on top of the bench and showed the girls his pant leg for proof. It was covered in dirt, and Tamaya could see a small hole just above his sneaker, but that could have come from anything. Besides, she thought, if he’d been running away from the wolf, then the hole would have been in the back of his pants, not the front.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy stared down at her. He had blue, steel-like eyes, and Tamaya got the feeling that he could read her mind and was daring her to say something.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe swallowed, then said, “You’re not really allowed in the woods.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe boy laughed, and then the other boys laughed too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What are you going to do?” he challenged. “Tell Mrs. Thaxton?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe felt her face redden. “No.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Don’t listen to her,” said Hope. “Tamaya’s a real Goody Two-shoes.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe words stung. Just a few seconds earlier, she had been feeling so cool, talking with the older boys. Now they were all looking at her as if she were some kind of freak.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe tried making a joke out of it. “I guess I’ll only wear one shoe from now on.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNobody laughed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You are kind of a goody-goody,” said Monica.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTamaya bit her lip. She didn’t get why what she had said had been so wrong. After all, Monica and Summer had just called the boys disgusting and gross, but somehow that was okay. If anything, the boys seemed proud that the girls thought they were disgusting and gross.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen did the rules change? she wondered. When did it become bad to be good?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAcross the lunchroom, Marshall Walsh sat amid a bunch of kids, all laughing and talking loudly. On one side of Marshall sat one group. On his other side sat a different group. Between these two groups, Marshall silently ate alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSunRay Farm\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a secluded valley thirty-three miles northwest of Woodridge Academy was SunRay Farm. You wouldn’t know it was a farm if you saw it. There were no animals, no green pastures, and no crops--at least, none that grew big enough for anyone to see with the naked eye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstead, what you would see--if you made it past the armed guards, past the electric fence topped with barbed wire, past the alarms and security cameras--would be rows and rows of giant storage tanks. You also wouldn’t be able to see the network of tunnels and underground pipes connecting the storage tanks to the main laboratory, also underground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHardly anyone in Heath Cliff knew about SunRay Farm, and certainly not Tamaya or her friends. Those who had heard of it had only vague ideas about what was going on there. They might have heard of Biolene but probably didn’t know exactly what it was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA little more than a year before--that is, about a year before Tamaya Dhilwaddi cut her hair and started the fifth grade--the United States Senate Committee on Energy and the Environment held a series of secret hearings regarding SunRay Farm and Biolene.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe following testimony is excerpted from that inquiry:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: You worked at SunRay Farm for two years before being fired, is that correct?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: No, that is not correct. They never fired me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: I’m sorry. I’d been informed--\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: Well, they may have tried to fire me, but I’d already quit. I just hadn’t told anyone yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: I see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR FOOTE: But you no longer work there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: I couldn’t be in the same room with Fitzy a minute longer! The man’s crazy. And when I say crazy, I mean one hundred percent bananas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: Are you referring to Jonathan Fitzman, the inventor of Biolene?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: Everyone thinks he’s some kind of genius, but who did all the work? Me, that’s who! Or at least, I would have, if he had let me. He’d pace around the lab, muttering to himself, his arms flailing. It was impossible for the rest of us to concentrate. He’d sing songs! And if you asked him to stop, he’d look at you like you were the one who was crazy! He wouldn’t even know he was singing. And then, out of the blue, he’d slap the side of his head and shout, “No, no, no!” And suddenly I’d have to stop everything I’d been working on and start all over again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: Yes, we’ve heard that Mr. Fitzman can be a bit . . . eccentric.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR FOOTE: Which is one reason why we are concerned about Biolene. Is it truly a viable alternative to gasoline?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: This country needs clean energy, but is it safe?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: Clean energy? Is that what they’re calling it? There’s nothing clean about it. It’s an abomination of nature! You want to know what they’re doing at SunRay Farm? You really want to know? Because I know. I know!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR FOOTE: Yes, we want to know. That’s why you’ve been called before this committee, Mr. Humbard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: Doctor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR FOOTE: Excuse me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: It’s “Dr. Humbard,” not “Mr. Humbard.” I have a PhD in microbiology.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: Our apologies. Tell us, please, Dr. Humbard, what are they doing at SunRay Farm that you find so abominable?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: They have created a new form of life, never seen before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSENATOR WRIGHT: A kind of high-energy bacteria, as I understand it. To be used as fuel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. MARC HUMBARD: Not bacteria. Slime mold. People always confuse the two. Both are microscopic, but they are really quite different. We began with simple slime mold, but Fitzy altered its DNA to create something new: a single-celled living creature that is totally unnatural to this planet. 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