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Nory Ryan's Song

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Product Description Nory Ryan's family has lived on Maidin Bay on the west coast of Ireland for generations, raising a pig and a few chickens, planting potatoes, getting by. Every year Nory's father goes away on a fishing boat and returns with the rent money for the English lord who owns their cottage and fields, the English lord bent upon forcing the Irish from their land so he can tumble the cottages and clear the fields for grazing. Times are never easy on Maidin Bay, but this year, a terrible blight attacks the potatoes. No crop means starvation. Twelve-year-old Nory must summon the courage and ingenuity to find food, to find hope, to find a way to help her family survive. From Publishers Weekly "Giff meticulously re-creates the Great Hunger as she traces a 19th-century Irish girl's struggle to survive," PW wrote. Ages 8-12. (Sept.) Copyright 2002 Reed Business Information, Inc. Review Reviewed in Bookselling Kids' Pick of the Lists Part Two for October 2000. From the Inside Flap Nory Ryan's family has lived on Maidin Bay on the west coast of Ireland for generations, raising a pig and a few chickens, planting potatoes, getting by. Every year Nory's father goes away on a fishing boat and returns with the rent money for the English lord who owns their cottage and fields, the English lord bent upon forcing the Irish from their land so he can tumble the cottages and clear the fields for grazing. Times are never easy on Maidin Bay, but this year, a terrible blight attacks the potatoes. No crop means starvation. Twelve-year-old Nory must summon the courage and ingenuity to find food, to find hope, to find a way to help her family survive. From the Hardcover edition. From the Back Cover Nory Ryan's family has lived on Maidin Bay on the west coast of Ireland for generations, raising a pig and a few chickens, planting potatoes, getting by. Every year Nory's father goes away on a fishing boat and returns with the rent money for the English lord who owns their cottage and fields, the English lord bent upon forcing the Irish from their land so he can tumble the cottages and clear the fields for grazing. Times are never easy on Maidin Bay, but this year, a terrible blight attacks the potatoes. No crop means starvation. Twelve-year-old Nory must summon the courage and ingenuity to find food, to find hope, to find a way to help her family survive. "From the Hardcover edition. About the Author Patricia Reilly Giff has written more than 50 books for young readers, including the Kids of the Polk Street School series. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER 1 Someone was calling.         "Nor-ry. Nor-ry Ryan."         I was halfway along the cliff road. With the mist coming up from the sea, everything on the path below had disappeared.         "Wait, Nory."         I stopped. "Sean Red Mallon?" I called back, hearing his footsteps now.         "I have something for us," he said as he reached me. He pulled a crumpled bit of seaweed out of his pocket to dangle in front of my nose.         "Dulse." I took a breath. The smell of the sea was in it salty and sweet. I was so hungry I could almost feel the taste of it on my tongue.         "Shall we eat it here?" he asked, grinning, his red hair a mop on his forehead.         "It'll be over and gone in no time," I said, and pointed up. "We'll go to Patrick's Well."         We reached the top of the cliffs with the rain on our heads. " I am Queen Maeve," I sang, twirling away from the edge. " Queen of old Ireland."         I loved the sound of my voice in the fog, but then I loved anything that had to do with music: the Ballilee church bells tolling, the rain pattering on the stones, even the carra-crack of the gannets calling as they flew overhead.         I scrambled up to Mary's Rock. As the wind tore the mist into shreds, I could see the sea, gray as a selkie's coat, stretching itself from Ireland to Brooklyn, New York, America.