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A Mississippi town in 1964 gets riled when tempers flare at the segregated public pool. As much as Gloriana June Hemphill, or Glory as everyone knows her, wants to turn twelve, there are times when Glory wishes she could turn back the clock a year. Jesslyn, her sister and former confidante, no longer has the time of day for her now that she'll be entering high school. Then there's her best friend, Frankie. Things have always been so easy with Frankie, and now suddenly they aren't. Maybe it's the new girl from the North that's got everyone out of sorts. Or maybe it's the debate about whether or not the town should keep the segregated public pool open. Inspired by Harper Lee's TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD and Kate DiCamillo's BECAUSE OF WINN DIXIE, author Augusta Scattergood has drawn on real-life events to create a memorable novel about family, friendship, and choices that aren't always easy.
Former librarian and children’s book reviewer Augusta Scattergood has devoted her life and career to getting books into the hands of young readers. Her reviews and articles have appeared in THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR, DELTA MAGAZINE, the ST. PETERSBURG TIMES, and other publications. Additionally, Augusta is an avid blogger. Please visit her at http://ascattergood.blogspot.com. She lives in St. Pete Beach, Florida.
From Glory Be
What was taking Frankie so long?
We needed to hurry.
I squinted down the sidewalk, and finally here he came, dragging his towel with his bathing suit hiked way up.
"It's a million degrees out here. I've been waiting forever."
"Well, hey to you, too, Glory," he said.
"Let's go," I said. "Jesslyn's already at the pool. She might up and decide she's bored and leave before I put my big toe in the water."
I was so hot I couldn't spit. I scratched at a mosquito bite and tugged at the bathing suit under my shorts. The backs of my legs were burning up from sitting on the concrete bench outside the library. I couldn't wait to feel the water's coolness, to dive in and flutter-kick all the way to the shallow end.
Frankie yanked at his towel. "I hope the pool's even open," he mumbled.
"Wait a minute," I said. "It'll be open. I'm going swimming. Why would they close the Community Pool now, when everybody needs a place to swim?"