Upper MG: Magical Realism Adventure
Thirteen year-old Abegale finds Grandma’s medicine book. Can she use it to bring Grandma home before she’s trapped for eternity?
been three years since Abegale’s grandmother disappeared in the Andes,
searching for a cure for Abegale’s brother’s illness. While never giving
in to the belief that Grandma was dead, Abegale is now asked to meet
privately with her best friend’s strange new landlady, the one who eats
the weeds, and dresses like she's from the pioneering days. It turns out
creepy Mrs. Egrimony was an old friend of her grandmother’s, or so she
tells Abegale her grandmother is close, and only Abegale will know how
to locate her. Though, it appears Mrs. Egremony wants to find Grandma
too, with all the questions she asks. When Abegale presses her about
their relationship, Mrs. Egremony insists Abegale locate her
grandmother’s medicine book, where all will become clear.
finds the book, and learns more about her grandmother’s past. She reads
about strange uses for plants and weeds, including the plant her
grandmother disappeared looking for. She sets out to find the plant and
Grandma. But, if Abegale can’t figure out how her grandmother is trying
to contact her, and trust Mrs. Egremony’s intentions before the
solstice, her beloved Grandma will be trapped between the fabric of
space and time, forever.
First 150 Words:
not as if I want to keep secrets from my best friend, and I sure don’t
want to meet her new landlady—privately, or at all, with the way Mrs.
Egremony stares at me. She doesn’t even stop, when I catch her doing it.
I have to speak with her before Stephanie gets home, and find out what
she meant saying my “grandmother Rose is near, but far.” Yeah—far, she
disappeared in the Andes three years ago—that’s pretty far.
I better hurry.
Maiden Villas sit at the highest peak of Pine Crest, hiding under a
shadow of trees. Why Mrs. Egremony named them Villas, when they’re more
like shacks, is weird. Three years ago, they were Donald’s Cliff Cabins.
I sometimes imagine Mrs. Egremony up there in her nest of twisting vines, waiting for some unwilling creatures…