Each Little Bird That Sings
by:
Deborah Wiles (author)
Ten-year-old Comfort Snowberger has attended 247 funerals. But that's not surprising, considering that her family runs the town funeral home. And even though Great-uncle Edisto keeled over with a heart attack and Great-great-aunt Florentine dropped dead--just like that--six months later, Comfort...
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Ten-year-old Comfort Snowberger has attended 247 funerals. But that's not surprising, considering that her family runs the town funeral home. And even though Great-uncle Edisto keeled over with a heart attack and Great-great-aunt Florentine dropped dead--just like that--six months later, Comfort knows how to deal with loss, or so she thinks. She's more concerned with avoiding her crazy cousin Peach and trying to figure out why her best friend, Declaration, suddenly won't talk to her. Life is full of surprises. And the biggest one of all is learning what it takes to handle them. Deborah Wiles has created a unique, funny, and utterly real cast of characters in this heartfelt, and quintessentially Southern coming-of-age novel. Comfort will charm young readers with her wit, her warmth, and her struggles as she learns about life, loss, and ultimately, triumph.
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Format: hardcover
ISBN:
9780152051136 (0152051139)
Publish date: March 1st 2005
Publisher: HMH Books for Young Readers
Pages no: 272
Edition language: English
Category:
Young Adult,
Childrens,
Book Club,
Realistic Fiction,
Juvenile,
Middle Grade,
Family,
Animals,
Death,
Dogs,
Chapter Books
It failed to dazzle and wow me which is partly my fault since I'm too old to really enjoy a simple story. On a second thought, maybe I'm not. I actually like the plot in this story; it was a slow simmer but it all culminate in one tragedy. The pinnacle of this book was the cute occasional inserts of...
I am at best lukewarm about this book. The problems I had with it range from the niggling (why does everyone have to have such a stupid-ass name?) to the troublesome (these people are all too good or too bad to be true). I hated the dog's name, because I couldn't get away from the feeling that Disma...