The Tiger Rising

The Tiger Rising

Kate DiCamillo

Language: English

Pages: 144

ISBN: 0763680877

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A National Book Award finalist by Newbery Medalist Kate DiCamillo.

Walking through the misty Florida woods one morning, twelve-year-old Rob Horton is stunned to encounter a tiger—a real-life, very large tiger—pacing back and forth in a cage. What’s more, on the same extraordinary day, he meets Sistine Bailey, a girl who shows her feelings as readily as Rob hides his. As they learn to trust each other, and ultimately, to be friends, Rob and Sistine prove that some things—like memories, and heartache, and tigers—can’t be locked up forever. Featuring a new cover illustration by Stephen Walton.

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listen to." And then under her breath she muttered, "Her father, the liar." Sistine growled somewhere deep in her throat and stalked to the car and got in and slammed the door. "You're the liar!" she shouted from the back seat of the car. "You're the one who lies!" "Jesus," said Mrs. Bailey. She shook her head and turned and walked back to the car without saying anything else to Rob. Rob watched them pull away. He could see Sistine sitting in the back seat. Her shoulders were slumped. A motel

hate you. You're my best friend." The whole way back to the Kentucky Star, Rob held on to Sistine's hand. He marveled at what a small hand it was and how much comfort there was in holding on to it. And he marveled, too, at how different he felt inside, how much lighter, as if he had set something heavy down and walked away from it, without bothering to look back. 113 Chapter 30 That night, his father sang to Rob as he put the medicine on his legs. He sang the song about mining for gold, the

whittle it in wood. His mother had shown him how to whittle, how to take a piece of wood and make it come alive. She taught him when she was sick. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her tiny white hands closely. "Don't jiggle that bed," his father said. "Your mama's in a lot of pain." "He ain't hurting me, Robert," his mother said. "Don't get all tired out with that wood," his father said. "It's all right," his mother said. "I'm just teaching Rob some things I know." But she said she

the woods, wanting to see some small part of the tiger, a flick of his tail or the glow from his eyes. But there was nothing to see except for rain and darkness. "Come on, son," his father said, his voice hard. And Rob hurried to catch up. 35 C hapter 10 Rob was sweeping the laundry room when Willie May, the Kentucky Star's housekeeper, came in and threw herself down in one of the metal chairs that were lined up against the cement-block wall. "You know what?" she said to Rob. "No, ma'am,"

He gave her a pair of pants and a T-shirt, and left the room and went outside to wait for her. It was still raining, but not hard. He looked at the falling Kentucky Star. He thought for a minute about one of the not-wishes he had buried deepest: a friend. He stared at the star and felt the hope and need and fear course through him in a hot neon arc. He shook his head. "Naw," he said to the Kentucky Star. "Naw." And then he sighed and stuck his legs out into the rain, hoping to cool them off,

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