![]() ![]() ![]() Gregor got an ice cube from the freezer and rubbed it on his face. ![]() On really hot nights, Gregor and his mother could spread quilts on the floor to sleep, but with five in the room it wasn't cool, just lukewarm. It was the only air-conditioned room in the apartment. ![]() At least she was cool in the air-conditioned bedroom she shared with their seven-year-old sister, Lizzie, and their grandma. He considered waking up Boots, his two-year-old sister, just for a little distraction, but he let her sleep. Not the heat, not the boredom, not the endless space of summer laid out before him. What was the point, anyway? It wouldn't change one thing. He even went so far as to open his mouth and take a deep breath before he banged his head back into the screen with a quiet sound of frustration. It was building up in his chest, that long gutteral howl reserved for real emergencies - like when you ran into a saber-toothed tiger without your club, or your fire went out during the Ice Age. He ran his fingers over the bumps and resisted the impulse to let out a primal caveman scream. Gregor had pressed his forehead against the screen for so long, he could feel a pattern of tiny checks above his eyebrows. Adventures to Read All Through the SummerĪn 11-year-old boy is drawn into an underground adventure through a grate in his New York apartment building in this title, recommended by librarian Nancy Pearl on Morning Edition. ![]()
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