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| Author: Kaye Umansky | Illustrator: Scott Nash |
EARN 1 SUPER POINTS!
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Product Summary
Format: Hardcover
Publisher: Candlewick Press (MA)
ISBN-10: 0763627925
ISBN-13: 9780763627928
Buy.com Sku: 31175336
Publish Date: 4/10/2007
Dimensions:
(in Inches) 8H x 5.75L x 1.25T
Pages:
1
Age Range:
NA
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| In a wretched hovel at the top of a moor lives a boy named Solomon Snow. Each day he slaves for Ma and Pa Scubbins's laundry service, and each night he slurps down a bowl of vegetable slop, wishing only for the luxury of a spoon. Imagine poor Solly's surprise when he learns that he's actually a flounder--er, foundling--dumped ten years ago on the Scubbinses' doorstep in a (laundry) basket, with a silver spoon right in his mouth! The utensil was long ago pawned by Pa, but that doesn't stop Solly from setting out in search of his spoon, his real parents, and his rightful inheritance. Joining him on his quest are a pair of unlikely companions: a bossy, pointy-nosed writer named Prudence and the insufferable Infant Prodigy, a circus performer with some well-practiced tricks up her sleeve. Will Solly finally locate his spoon, and have to wear velvet pantaloons? Prepare for a preposterous ending sure to surprise and delight the Intelligent Reader as much as it does our intrepid hero. |
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From the Publisher:
Ten-year-old Solomon Snow, a foundling who was discovered with a distinctive silver spoon in his mouth, sets out to find his parents and receives help along the way from an aspiring writer, a precocious young circus performer, and several orphans. |
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"You sold my clothes?"
Solly's voice came out in a strangled squeak. "They wasn't strictly your clothes, Son," said Pa. "You was a babby. They was too big for you." "Still! They were in my basket. My clothes. My basket. Wasn't there anything else there? Any sort of clue to my identity? A note? An embroidered hankie? Didn't you even make inquiries?" "No, Son. Brutally speakin', you was just plain dumped," said his father. "And we took you in, out of the kindness of our 'earts." "And because you needed the basket." "Well, yes, there was that." "There must have been something," insisted Solly. "It was snowing. Wasn't I wrapped in a shawl or anything?" "Nope. Just the cloth." "Cloth? What cloth?" "That bit of old cloth you drag around with you. It was |
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