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 —... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
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 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.
“I was going out of my mind. How can silence be so loud?”Melody
“I am surrounded by words.”Melody
“Dad also has the loudest, stinkiest farts in creation. I don’t know how he manages to control them at work, or even if he does, but when he’d get home, he’d let them loose. They’d start as he walked up the stairs.”Melody
“"I can 't talk, walk, feed myself, or even go to the bathroom on my own. Big bummer."”Melody
“"This girl is smart! I KNOW it!!!! "”Mrs. Brooks
“You are a bird, Melody. And you will fly on Monday when you take the test.”Highlighted by 38 Kindle customers
Nobody gets it. Nobody. Drives me crazy.Highlighted by 38 Kindle customers
Dad also has the loudest, stinkiest farts in creation. I don’t know how he manages to control them at work, or even if he does, but when he’d get home, he’d let them loose. They’d start as he walked up the stairs.Highlighted by 35 Kindle customers
I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It’s the rest of the world I’m not so sure of.Highlighted by 34 Kindle customers
It’s like I live in a cage with no door and no key. And I have no way to tell someone how to get me out.Highlighted by 34 Kindle customers
Mrs. Violet Valencia lives next door to us. Violets are purple, and Valencia oranges are, well, orange! Purple oranges are just plain unusual, and so is she.Highlighted by 32 Kindle customers
“But a person is so much more than the name of a diagnosis on a chart!”Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
I’m always amazed at how adults assume I can’t hear. They talk about me as if I’m invisible, figuring I’m too retarded to understand their conversation.Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
Doctors. Where do I start? Doctors really don’t get me. Mom’s a nurse, so I guess she speaks their language, but they sure don’t know how to talk to me.Highlighted by 29 Kindle customers
When I sleep, I dream. And in my dreams I can do anything. I get picked first on the playground for games. I can run so fast! I take gymnastics, and I never fall off the balance beam. I know how to square-dance, and I’m good at it. I call my friends on the phone, and we talk for hours. I whisper secrets. I sing.Highlighted by 25 Kindle customers
Reading/Grade Level: 4 Interest Level: Grades 3-5 (Although Scholastic provided these levels, many older students will identify with the discrimination felt by the main character. Many of the situations are appropriate for students in grades 6-8.)
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