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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
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

On Her Way

A book for girls aged 8 to 12

An anthology edited
by Sandy Asher
features a short story
by Marthe Jocelyn
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.