MARTHE JOCELYN

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Picture Books
Same Same
Illustrated by Tom Slaughter
Time is When
Originally written by Beth Gleick in 1960! Now re-printed with collage illustrations by Marthe Jocelyn
EATS
Who eats what?
ABC X 3
Alphabet in English, French & Spanish
Over Under
Look at Opposites "with pizzazz"
One Some Many
also available in Danish and Japanese!
Mayfly
Summer is the season that lingers and hurries by at the same time.
A Day With Nellie
Wake up, Nellie! The fun is about to begin!
Hannah's Collections
Governor General Award Finalist
Teen Novel
Short stories in Anthologies
First Times
Stories selected by Marthe Jocelyn
Board Books
Ready for Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring
What should you wear to feel best all year?
One Some Many
Toddler favourite now a board book!
Over Under
Opposites on board...
Historical Fiction
How It Happened in Peach Hill
"An irresistible blend of depth, wit and inventiveness."(Toronto Star)
The Broadway Tunnel
A story for reluctant teen readers about the first New York City subway!
Mable Riley: A Reliable Record of Humdrum, Peril & Romance
Most Distinguished Book of the Year! 2004
Earthly Astonishments
2002-2003 Finalist for Hackmatack and Red Cedar Awards
Short stories in Anthologies
Secrets
Stories selected by Marthe Jocelyn
The Palazzo Funeral Parlor
a story in On Her Way Stories & Poems About Growing Up Girl
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Non-Fiction
A Home for Foundlings
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 books
The Invisible Day, The Invisible Harry, The Invisible Enemy 3 books about being invisible in Manhattan

On Her Way

A book for girls aged 8 to 12

An anthology edited
by Sandy Asher
features a short story
by Marthe Jocelyn
called
The Palazzo Funeral Parlor
An excerpt from
The Palazzo Funeral Parlor:

I realized it the first minute we moved to apartment 2B at 233 Water Street. The taxi pulled up behind a hearse, outside our new front door. My mother paid the driver, and my little sister Lou scrambled out over my legs trying to be first. I looked up and saw right off that we'd be living on top of the Palazzo Funeral Parlor.
Maybe seven men were hanging around on the sidewalk, all wearing black suits and looking like gangsters with pointy black shoes and balck hats. I guessed they were waiting to carry the coffin.
"You forgot to mention the added attraction, Mom," I said.
"What's that?" She pretended not to get my meaning.
I jerked my thumb toward the welcoming committee.
"It's a plus," said my mother. "The location keeps the price down, and there'll be no one to complian about the almighty racket of growing children."
But once it was in my head, I couldn't get it out. Dead bodies would be living downstairs.