MARTHE JOCELYN

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non-fiction
Eleven writers you've likely never heard of, but will never forget...
picture books
How do you decide which pile to put that zebra in? Is it striped? Is it an animal? Is it black and white?
co-created with Nell Jocelyn
middle grade
historical fiction
Orphan meets real world. Part of the SECRETS series.
craft books
Picture Books
Illustrated by Tom Slaughter
Originally written by Beth Gleick in 1960! Now re-printed with collage illustrations by Marthe Jocelyn
Who eats what?
Alphabet in English, French & Spanish
Look at Opposites "with pizzazz"
also available in Danish and Japanese!
Summer is the season that lingers and hurries by at the same time.
Wake up, Nellie! The fun is about to begin!
Governor General Award Finalist
Teen Novel
Short stories in Anthologies
Stories selected by Marthe Jocelyn
Board Books
What should you wear to feel best all year?
Toddler favourite now a board book!
Opposites on board...
Historical Fiction
"An irresistible blend of depth, wit and inventiveness."(Toronto Star)
A story for reluctant teen readers about the first New York City subway!
Most Distinguished Book of the Year! 2004
2002-2003 Finalist for Hackmatack and Red Cedar Awards
Short stories in Anthologies
Stories selected by Marthe Jocelyn
a story in On Her Way Stories & Poems About Growing Up Girl
Non-Fiction
A history of the Foundling Hospital in London, England Shortlisted for the Norma Fleck Award! (Best Non-fiction of the Year)
Chapter Books
The Invisible Day, The Invisible Harry, The Invisible Enemy 3 books about being invisible in Manhattan

Secrets

from
How It Happened in Peach Hill
by Marthe Jocelyn


Mama told me to lie.
She said it would be best, when we got to Peach Hill, if I practiced the family talent of deception; I was likely to hear more if I appeared to be simple. So, I perfected the ability to cross one eye while my mouth stayed open. I breathed out with a faint wheeze so that my lips dried up, or even crusted. Once in a while, I'd add a twitch.
People would take a first look and shiver with disgust. Then they'd look again and think, Oh the poor thing, thank the heavens she's not mine. And then they'd ignore me. I got the two looks and became invisible. That's when I went to work. People will say anything in front of an idiot.

from
Father's Day
by Teresa Toten



Mom was in the hallway before I even got my key out of the door. Why was she home so early?
"Katie, honey?"
I couldn't really see her in the soupy darkness of the hallway, but I could tell she was still in her white dental assistant's uniform.
"Hi, Mom, how come you're - "
"Katie? I have great news, honey."
She was using her chipped china voice. High and cracked.
There was a crash, then rattling in the kitchen. I stepped towards her, my heart racing and pounding at the same time.
"Yes, that's right, honey," she said, nodding. "Your father's home. Let's go into the living room."
Daddy?
He found us.




from
Road Trip
by Martha Slaughter


I can't help it. I'm feeling a little mad at my grandpa, even though he's dead. I know it's so selfish of me, but man! If Grandpa hadn't died I would not be sitting here in the backseat, behind my mother and my grandmother, driving a hundred million miles to Vermont, where we are going to visit Grammy's oldest friend. I'd be home hanging with my own friends...
"You're already that far, Evie?" Mom's voice echoes vaguely through my headphones.
"She's got her ears on," says Grammy. "She can't hear a thing."
I can hear through my headphones, but why let them know? I hear Grammy call them my ears and it makes me smile. Slightly.
"What page are you on, Evie?" asks Mom.
"Eighty-seven."
"Already? Wow - and didn't you just start this morning?"
Mom is trying to connect with me. I can tell because she'll make a series of stupid comments. In a minute she'll reach her hand back and, unless I'm being the meanest person in the world, I'll give her what she wants - a little hand touch. I'm not much in the mood. Here's her hand. Fingertip brush only, no squeeze, but she'll take it.
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appearing SEPTEMBER 2005

with stories by:

Susan Adach
Anne Laurel Carter
Gillian Chan
Anne Gray
Nancy Hartry
Marthe Jocelyn
Julie Johnston
Dayal Kaur Khalsa
Loris Lesynski
Martha Slaughter
Teresa Toten
Elizabeth Winthrop