{"product_id":"raising-lumie-isbn-9780593113202","title":"Raising Lumie","description":"\u003cb\u003eA poignant, hopeful story of a girl and her puppy.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlive Hudson desperately wants a dog.  But that doesn't seem to be a possibility right now.  Newly orphaned, she's moving in with the half sister she hardly knows and their life is too chaotic to include a dog.  But then something wonderful happens:  Olive gets a chance to raise Lumie, a guide dog puppy.  Discipline. Rules.  Lots of hugs. Only the best of the best puppies continue on to become guide dogs, and of course Olive wants Lumie to be chosen.  But if she is, that  means that Olive will lose her. Once again, the incomparable  Joan Bauer tells a touching story that is full of heart and warmth and unabashed idealism.\u003cb\u003ePraise for\u003ci\u003e Raising Lumie\u003c\/i\u003e!\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e*\"While imparting solid information about guide dogs and their work, Bauer (Soar) employs her well-honed skill at depicting believable, evolving relationships that are rooted in love and nurtured with encouragement. She balances Olive's big emotions and funny, forthright narration with the light humor of secondary characters and a satisfying, big-hearted ending.\"--\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e*\"Bauer once again works her magic, crafting memorable characters overflowing with courage and kindness who react in believable--but also admirable--ways to the challenges in their lives . . . The pitch-perfect ending will leave readers both smiling and crying--simultaneously.\"--\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"If the Hallmark channel produced children's movies, they'd option Bauer's latest in a flash. . . Don't resist. Just give in and let the wholesome story wash over you and work its magic. . . . A gratifying tale with realistic life lessons and literal puppy love.\"--\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eJoan Bauer\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of numerous books for young readers. She received a Newbery Honor Medal for \u003ci\u003eHope Was Here,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003ethe\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eL.A. Times\u003c\/i\u003e Book Prize for \u003ci\u003eRules of the Road. \u003c\/i\u003eThe Christopher Award was given to both \u003ci\u003eHope was Here\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eClose to Famous, \u003c\/i\u003ewhich also\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003ereceived the Schneider Family Book Award. Joan is the recipient of numerous state awards voted by readers.Bauer lives in Brooklyn, New York. Visit her at www.joanbauer.com.\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Puppies\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIt’s all about warmth right now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWarmth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWiggling.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd eating.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere are seven of them in this L litter. Some black, some a pale yellow beige.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey stay together, they sleep together, mostly in a heap.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNo one would think they are the best of the best.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt least some of them are. Maybe more than some.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey are the same size except for the tiny beige one. She’s the littlest, but she acts like the biggest.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA man, Brian, is watching the puppies on a screen. “Have we weighed that little one?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Not yet,” says Christine, who works with the puppies. “She eats like you wouldn’t believe.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I can see that.” Brian watches the littlest puppy pushing through her brothers and sisters to get to her mother’s milk. He laughs as she finds a prime spot and sucks away.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Something tells me not to worry about you,” Brian says to the screen.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“We’ll see,” says Christine.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA boy, Jordan, age thirteen, has seen his share of newborn puppies. He never gets tired of it. He is taking notes for a presentation he has to give at his leadership training class this summer. Jordan would rather do anything than give an oral report to a room full of humans. But he was chosen.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s an honor,” his mother keeps telling him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’d rather pay someone to be me for that morning.” Jordan’s throat feels like he’s been chewing sawdust just thinking about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe writes,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe littlest one is showing courage.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe can push her way through a crowd already.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe isn’t waiting for someone to help her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJordan knows this can be good or bad, depending. He writes,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat’s good about this—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eshe knows how to get her needs met.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat could be a problem—she might be too pushy.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJordan keeps watching. He comes every day after school to watch the puppies grow.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe puppies open their eyes. Their ears open too.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJordan writes,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat’s that like for them?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow they can see?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow they can hear?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt’s too early to tell much of anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWho will make it?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWho won’t?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Jordan likes to see if his hunches are right.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe grins as the puppies crawl, squirm, and bump into each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe moves his chair closer to the screen. His eyesight isn’t the best.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor now, he can see some.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe can see enough.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e2\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOlive\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDear Time,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSometimes you’re my friend\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd sometimes it feels like you’re out to get me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI don’t understand how each day has the same twenty-four hours,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut some days go so fast\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhile others feel like they’re a month long.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI don’t understand how you yank me into the future\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhen I focus on my dreams.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHow you pull me back into the past\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhen I remember things that are over.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhy do some memories stay so strong\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd others disappear like they never meant    anything?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhy does last period in school go so slowly?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhy do I remember the answer to a test question\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etwo days after the test is over?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhy do some people have less time on Earth than others?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhy do flowers have shorter lives than weeds?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJust this month, would you slow down every hour\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eso I can stay in my house longer\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand be with my friends longer?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou are Time. You can do that—right?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou go on forever.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI want to hold on to forever so badly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e—Olive Hudson, former sixth grader\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDreams adjust.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI learned this lesson early.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI take my sheet of blue paper out of my pocket. Here’s what I’d written:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e Maudie is my big sister. Seriously big—six foot three and a quarter inches to be exact. The tallest female I have ever known personally.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI have more to add. I smooth out the blue paper and write:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003ci\u003eForever\u003c\/i\u003e is a complicated word for me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI am standing in Mrs. Barnstormer’s kitchen facing Hyacinth, the most spoiled dog in New Jersey. Being a companion to Hyacinth is my everyday job, which is helping me save up to afford my own dog someday. Already I’ve bought a leash, a collar, a water bowl, and two chew toys shaped like gorillas.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou can’t just have a dream and expect it to come to you. You’ve got to get something you can hold on to that shouts, “This is going to happen!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI wanted to do a lot more for Hyacinth this last year, but her way of going through life is a living example of that ancient saying, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” My dad called her “intractable,” which means she’s not moving unless it’s her idea.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI can relate to not wanting to move.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI go to the refrigerator and get her special food—real sirloin steak cut into tiny pieces. Hyacinth is so spoiled, she expects to be hand-fed. She looks at the sirloin I’m waving in front of her mouth. I lower my voice to sound older. “You can do this.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHyacinth waits.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Look. Being able to feed yourself is a basic life skill. You’ll feel better about everything. You’ll have respect.” I take a bite of sirloin, which tastes good. Hyacinth growls. I toss the meat in her shiny bowl and say, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis is what Maudie put on the poster she made last month when we knew we had to move. Maudie wasn’t the first one to say it. The poster shows two girls who look like Maudie and me—one tall, one short—stepping out on a long road, unafraid. My sister is an amazing artist. You see something like this, you get totally inspired, until you have to take the first step.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHyacinth sits there. I rub her neck the way she likes it. “You’re going to get a new person to be with you tomorrow. Me and my sister, we’ve got to—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA \u003ci\u003edrip, drip\u003c\/i\u003e sound. The faucet in Mrs. Barnstormer’s kitchen is leaking. I take a look and reach for Dad’s multi-tool that I wear on my belt. I unscrew the handle, unfold the pliers, tighten the ring, and screw the handle back on. The dripping stops.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI like fixing things.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy dad taught me to do this. He’s a plumber. Actually, he\u003ci\u003ewas\u003c\/i\u003e a plumber.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe died six months ago, which is why I’m living with my big sister. Maudie and I met two weeks before Dad died. We’re still kind of new at being sisters.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter Dad died, we had one money problem after another, beginning with Dad’s biggest customer going bankrupt and not paying him for an entire year’s work.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMaudie had to sell her car.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd then we had to sell the house.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Maudie got a new job as a graphic designer at an advertising agency in a place no one has ever heard of—Three Bridges, New Jersey—three hours away.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“It’s a good job,” she told me, “with excellent benefits and health insurance. It will help us get back on our feet.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI look at the blue paper. Under “I would like a dog who will love me basically forever,” I add:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI add the two exclamation marks even though Mrs. Cox, my former sixth-grade English teacher, said that exclamation marks were greatly overused by my generation.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI told her, “I don’t really see my generation getting over it,” and she burst out laughing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI bring the concept home:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI sign it with my initials—OH! \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThat’s me. Olive Hudson.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI fold the paper and put it back in my pocket. Hyacinth is watching me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Bye, girl. I wish I could have helped you more.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI walk out Mrs. Barnstormer’s back door remembering what my dad told me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLife doesn’t always work out the way you want or expect, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be an adventure.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt this moment in time—and that would be June 21, 1:43 p.m.—I have zero adventure in me. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cb\u003e3\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Littlest One\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe puppies grow fast. It’s like watching one of those time-lapse videos where everything is sped up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt three weeks of age, they tried standing, although they weren’t sure what to do with their hind legs.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe littlest puppy has good balance. She was the first of the litter to actually stand and not fall over.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe looked surprised when she did it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe others tried too, and mostly fell down.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJordan wrote,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHa! She’s a leader.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe puppies learned to sit and walk around, although their walking was more like tripping and toppling.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePlus, they squeaked. Over and over they went.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe noises were introduced.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCar horns.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEngines.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSirens.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThunder.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBabies crying.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSome of the puppies were surprised when the sounds began. Some weren’t.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe littlest one doesn’t let anything stop her focus.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThunder?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe keeps eating.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSirens? Rumbling trucks? 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