Otherwise Known as Possum

Otherwise Known as Possum

by Maria D. Laso
Otherwise Known as Possum

Otherwise Known as Possum

by Maria D. Laso

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Overview

A heart-expanding debut that introduces the most charming, mischievous, unforgettable heroine since Scout Finch.

Possum Porter has had it with change. First she lost Mama, leaving a hole nothing can fill. And now, instead of trying to return to some kind of normal, Daddy's sending Possum to school. A real school, where you have to wear SHOES. Where some Yankee teacher will try to erase all the useful things Mama taught Possum during their lessons at home.So Possum comes up with a plan. If she can prove that she already knows everything worth knowing, Daddy will let her quit school and stay where she belongs. She won't have to deal with snooty classmates, or worry about tarnishing Mama's memory. But unfortunately, Possum doesn't shoot to the top of the class like she expected. Even worse, the unmarried Yankee teacher seems to have her eyes on someone . . . Possum's Daddy. With time running out, Possum decides to do something drastic to get away from school-and get Daddy out of Ms. Arthington's clutches-or risk losing everything that's keeping her broken heart glued together.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780545931946
Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
Publication date: 02/28/2017
Sold by: Scholastic, Inc.
Format: eBook
Pages: 240
Lexile: 890L (what's this?)
File size: 11 MB
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Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

A former journalist, Maria D. Laso was a beloved creative writing teacher in Orange County, California, where she helped people from teens to senior citizens find their voices. She completed her debut novel, Otherwise Known as Possum, shortly before her death in 2015.

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Every change, even tiny ones like being woken early on a Sunday, could be trouble. I did not want one more freckle to fall off my knee for fifty years. At least.“We're going to church.” “Why come, Daddy?” I’m partial to the singing and rainbow windows though not the wearing of shoes.Daddy wiped his damp brow with one of the kerchiefs I washed for him weekly and finally answered my why come. “Let’s say we’re going to thank God for autumn and pray for cooler weather. Plus, you can thank Him that I haven’t found wherever you had Traveler put those shoes of yours.” I’m of no mind about people’s feet one way or another, but GrandNam made sure I had shoes in church. Though I reckon God knew what my toes looked like, and so did Preacher, as he saw ’em plenty when I helped Daddy build the choir risers. On that sweltery September Sunday, Daddy and me and my bare feet walked up the silent, hot, country road with no more words needed between us. I felt that we would present a united front to the Town Ladies in front of God and all, and they would see how things are. That he and I were doin’ just fine and didn’t need anymore of their fixing.

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