Nature’s Yucky in the Sea

Nature’s Yucky in the Sea: Gross Stuff that Helps Ocean Animals Survive
by Lee Ann Landstrom (Author), Karen I. Shragg (Author), and Rachel Rogge (Illustrator)
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Booktalk: Discover creepy behaviors and disgusting facts about sixteen creatures of the ocean, including lightning whelks, sharknose gobies, and donkey dung sea cucumbers.

Snippet: Did you know…
that Donkey Dung Sea Cucumbers,
those knobby, squishy, sea star cousins,
squirt their guts out of their butt
when afraid?

It’s STEM Friday! (STEM is Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics)

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The October Witches

The October Witches
by Jennifer Claessen (Author)
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Booktalk: Thirteen-year-old Clementine Merlyn lives with her mom, her aunts, and her cousin Mirabelle at Number 15 Pendragon Road. The Merlyns are a family of witches, but because of an ancient falling out with the other branch of the family, the Morgans, they only have powers for a single month of the year: October.

And this October may be the one that Clemmie gets her magic. It should be exciting, except that magic is the reason that Mirabelle never talks to her anymore, Aunt Flissie leaves at the end of every September and doesn’t come back until November, and Aunt Temmie–well, is long gone. And the Merlyn bad luck takes an even worse turn this year. After a disastrous attempt by the aunts to recover their lost magic, 15 Pendragon Road is visited by the creepy and cold Morgans.

In the wake of the ensuing battle, Clemmie and Mirabelle are left on their own. With no other choice, the cousins must bond together and summon their courage and magic to solve the mystery of what happened between the first Merlyn and Morgan all those centuries ago if they’ll have any hope of ending this feud and getting their family back.

Snippet: It is beginning. Or it will be as soon as I can persuade Mirabelle to get up.

She’s face-planted into her bed, so I’m talking to the back of her head, which is wedged deep in her pillow.

“They sent me to come and get you, you know that, right? Aunt Connie is counting every second.”

“Twenty-nine minutes!” Aunt Connie shouts up the stairs, as if to prove my point.

I glance out the window between our two beds. The moon is high, and it’s well past my bedtime.

“And the aunts are excited—they think it could be my year.”

My cousin, Mirabelle, groans into her pillow. “You’re too young, Clem. It’s not your year,” she says in a muffled voice.

In twenty-nine minutes—at midnight—September will end, October will begin, and, if Aunt Connie’s right, magic will descend on me for the first time. She’s convinced this is the year.

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