A Beginner's Guide to Goodbye - Melanie Mosher

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Biographie:

Dear Diary Jenny,

Today was grading day. Mrs. Anderson gave me this diary. She said it might be nice to write down my thoughts over the summer. I tried to write Dear Diary, but I'd rather write to you. I miss you.

I got ribbons for doing well in math and reading the most books. I like numbers and stories. But I'm glad school's done for the summer. This year was tough.

We head to the cottage tomorrow. Dad and John loaded everything into the car. Dad isn't coming. He was going to, but now he says he has to work. He says he'll come soon and we can play on the beach.

Remember the big sandcastle we built last year? It had twelve towers surrounded by a huge wall. We took John's old toy dinosaurs and used them as monsters in the moat to protect the castle. Remember the drawbridge we made from Popsicle sticks? We ate all the Popsicles in the freezer. In one day. Remember?

Love, Laney

P.S. I'm afraid the cottage won't be the same without you. I'm sorry. It's all my fault.

Laney slid into her seat in the family minivan. She glanced at the boxes behind her and bit her lip. Dad had removed the last row of seating to allow room for the things they needed to take to the cottage. He had removed Jenny's seat.

Dad waved as Mom backed the minivan out of the driveway in Truro.

Laney and her older sister, Kate, waved back. Mom nodded slightly.

John, Laney's older brother, turned away. How come Dad's not coming? He banged his fist on his leg.

Mom sighed. We've already discussed this, John. She sounded tired even though it was morning. He has to work.

Yeah. John shook his head. What else is new? He's always working now. John stared out the window. He promised to help me build a fort this year.

He's working on an important project. Mom's shoulders sagged.

John grumbled under his breath, The fort's important.

Laney was disappointed too, but she didn't say anything. She pushed the button to lower her window. She tipped her head upward to let the rush of cool air soothe her. Her family had been spending summers at Tidnish Beach for as long as Laney could remember. She had been getting carsick just as long.

Put your window up, Kate barked. Kate never opened her window, because she didn't want to mess up her dark brown hair. It was long and straight and every strand was perfectly placed.

No way. Laney shook her head.

Put it up, Laney. Kate reached over and poked her sister's arm.

I can put it up, but then you run the risk of me throwing up on you. Laney raised the window, gave Kate a forced smile, puffed up her freckled cheeks, and faked a gag. You know I get carsick. So, if that's what you want...

Fine. Never mind then. Kate huffed and folded her arms across her chest. She glared at Laney. I can't wait to get to the cottage and out of this car, away from you.

Laney closed her eyes and smiled as the window lowered again. Bugging Kate was a bonus of having the window down.

The trip to the cottage took a little over an hour. They travelled along cross-country roads that were full of curves and turns that usually made Laney's stomach swirl and churn. But not this time. This year Laney had made a plan with John. She kept her eyes closed and listened for her cue.

Cows! John hollered.

Laney opened her eyes to see the cows grazing in the fields as they passed. She checked to see if they were rusty brown, shiny black, or covered with white and brown spots that looked liked maps. She hoped her new interest in counting cows would be the distraction she needed to keep her breakfast down. Counting things comforted Laney...

Sommaire:
Melanie Mosher lives and writes on the eastern shore of Nova Scotia. As a young girl, she spent her summers swimming and searching for treasures along the Northumberland Strait. She still spends her free time on the beach looking for sea glass. Both her previous books, Fire Pie Trout and Goth Girl, made their way to the Canadian Children's Book Centre's recommended books list. Visit melaniemosher.com....