Nothing Ever Happens Here by Sarah Hagger-Holt
When a black hole follows Stella home one night, it’s up to her to care for the tiny, hungry phenomenon. Having a pet black hole can be convenient for getting rid of things that trouble her: Brussels sprouts, her brother’s annoying music, and things that remind her of her dad. But the more that goes into the void, the bigger her problems seem to grow.
I had a hunch that if Mom found out I was entertaining a space phenomenon in my room, she wouldn’t approve.
Alvin Ho is afraid of pretty much everything, and when he’s afraid, Alvin can’t speak. It’s hard to make friends at school when you can’t talk, but Alvin has a Personal Disaster Kit and a plan.
Not being able to talk in school is a terrible problem. But having a girl desk buddy is even worse; it is the kiss of death.
The winter of 1971 is a season of changes and growing pains for Frannie Wright-Barnes. Everything becomes complicated when a white boy transfers to her class, bringing in his wake a series of questions about hope, belonging, what she really believes in.
And then, just before the lunch bell rang, he walked into the classroom. Stepped through that door white and softly as the snow.
All Pixie really wants is to be normal. But it’s a little hard to blend in when your family is as eccentric as the Pipers. So, even though she’s got a knack for poetry, Pixie’s reluctant to participate when the school announces a contest to crown their own poet laureate. The last thing she needs is to stand out even more. But when her mother shares a family secret, Pixie realizes that normal might not be an option for her at all.
Angus Cairns is cursed to serve the McGonagall family as a household brownie (a magical person in charge of cleaning), a job he takes very seriously. Unfortunately, the next family in line lives in the United States. Packing up and leaving Scotland is hard enough, but being bound to tidy up after the world’s messiest girl? It’s almost more than Angus can take.
This is not the life for a brownie! I am supposed to be inside, keeping things tidy, not having an adventure!
Keeper didn’t know anyone else who had a resident seagull. How great was that? And they’d had one for five years—ever since that night when Captain had crash-landed into their kitchen window.
-Keeper by Kathi Appelt
You the other half of me
The half I’ll never be
The half that drives me crazy