My Granny Loves Hockey

by Lori Weber, Eliska Liska (Illustrator)

Overview

Granny has always dreamed of playing hockey. As a child, she could only watch the boys play on the lake until her mom called her home to do more chores. Now, her granddaughter wheels her to the park, where Granny watches the kids play at the rink. One day, the doctor says Granny should take it easy, but she disagrees. So does her granddaughter. She knows that what Granny needs to perk her up is a chance to take a shot on net. With the help of the boys and girls on the ice, Granny finally fulfills her dream.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781927018439
Publisher:	Simply Read Books
Publication date:	10/01/2014
Pages:	32
Product dimensions:	10.10(w) x 10.00(h) x 0.40(d)
Age Range:	4 - 8 Years

About the Author

Lori Weber is the author of seven young adult novels, including Yellow Mini and Picture Me. Granny Loves Hockey is her first picture book. Lori teaches English and Creative Writing at John Abbott College in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue, Québec. She lives in Pointe-Claire, Québec, with her husband, daughter, and two cats. In the winter, she watches lots of hockey.

Eliska Liska is a world-travelling freelance artist currently based in Victoria, BC. She has a master's degree in Contemporary Art and New Media from Ostrava University, Czech Republic. Her book Suzie’s Sourdough Circus was published in 2011 and she was the 2013 Summer Reading Club artist for BC.

Read an Excerpt

On Saturday nights, Granny and I watch hockey. I wheel Granny close to the screen. That way, she can follow the puck as it whips around the rink. When someone scores, Granny and I shout “hooray.”
 
“Did you play hockey when you were little?” I ask Granny.
“When I was little, girls were not allowed to play hockey,” she says.
“Why not?”
“It was only for boys.”
“What did girls do?”
“They learned how to make soup and clean and sew.”
“Were they allowed to watch hockey on television?” I ask.
Granny laughs. “There was no television back then, honey,” she says.
“What was there?”
“There was only the rink on the lake behind our house. It froze all the way across, to where the pine forest stood.”