Eleven-year-old Melody has a photographic memory. Her head is like a video camera that is always recording. Always. And there's no delete button. She's the smartest kid in her whole school - but no one knows it. Most people - her teachers and doctors included - don't think she's capable of learning, and up until recently her school days consisted of listening to the same preschool-level alphabet lessons again and again and again.
If only she could speak up, if only she could tell people what she thinks and knows... but she can't, because Melody can't talk. She can't walk. She can't write.
Being stuck inside her head is making Melody go out of her mind - that is, until she discovers something that will allow her to speak for the first time ever. At last Melody has a voice... but not everyone around her is ready to hear it.
From multiple Coretta Scott King Award winner Sharon M. Draper comes a story full of heartache and hope. Get ready to meet a girl whose voice you'll never, ever forget.
This is a great story that every 5th grade and up should read. It's a story of compassion, understand, inner strength and love.
Melody is eleven years old and has never talked. Really, she's never walked or crawled or rolled over because she has cerebral palsy. She has a loving mom and dad who are her advocates. An amazing neighbor helps Melody become more educated.
The story is form Melody's point of view, what's going on inside her head.
It's a story that will stick with you for days.
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"...she jumped up and threw her would body against the door, making loud thuds. She'd bark, then thud. Bark, then thud. Mom couldn't ignore all that racket.
I'm sure it was only a few minutes, but it seemed like longer. Mom came to the door, looking groggy. Her hair was all messed up. "What's going on in here?" she began. Then she saw me. "Oh! Melody, baby! Are you okay?" she ran to me, sat down on the floor, and lifted me onto her lap.
She checked everything--my arms and legs, my back, my face, my scalp, even my tongue. I wanted to tell her I was fine. All she needed to do was put me back in my chair, but she had to do the Mom thing and double-check.
"Butterscotch, you're a good, good girl!" she said as she petted the dog and hugged me thigh. "Doubles on the dog food tonight!"
I'm sure Butterscotch would have preferred a nice thick bone instead, but she can't talk either, so both my dog and I get what they give us. om carefully put me back in my chair and made sure my seat belt was latched correctly. Butterscotch curled up right in front of me, making sure, I guess, that if I slid out again, she'd be there to soften the fall.That dog is amazing.
Mom restarted the video from the beginning, but somehow that yellow brick road had lost some of its..."