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Clandestine e-mail exchanges, secret trips, fake press releases, and a tree-house standoff are among the clever stunts and pranks the kid heroes pull off in this exciting ecological adventure."Sibley Carter is a moron and a world-class jerk!" When Julian Carter-Li intercepts an angry e-mail message meant for his high-powered uncle, it sets him on the course to stop an environmental crime!His uncle's company plans to cut down some of the oldest and last California redwood trees, and its up to Julian, and a ragtag group of friends, to figure out a way to stop them. This action-packed debut novel shows the power of determined individuals, no matter what their age, to stand up to environmental wrongdoing.F&P level: U

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	01 avril 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781613121306
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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John and Patricia Beatty Award, California Library Association National Green Earth Book Award Carol D. Reiser Book Award Green Prize for Sustainable Literature Awards (Youth Fiction Award) National Outdoor Book Award (Honorable Mention in Children s Category)
One of the finest children s novels of the year. - A Fuse #8 Production
[R]eminds readers that everyone, no matter how large or small, can take action on issues that are important to them. - School Library Journal
Teachers will be able to use this novel for Earth Day discussions and can foster conversations on environmental activism of all types. - School Library Journal
A highly enjoyable read. - Kirkus
Operation Redwood is a book that makes the reader believe that anyone can make a difference if he or she is willing to take on a challenge and overcome the hardships that will be encountered along the way. - ALAN Review
Young readers will learn how courage and passion can make a huge difference, especially if you have good friends and good intentions. It s also about friendship, fitting in and loyalty to a cause. And for adults who care about diversity, French s inclusion of kids from varied backgrounds adds another compelling layer to an already good read. - Cincinnati Parent
The book has a modern multicultural feel that balances the pastoral nature scenes. - Horn Book

PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:
French, Susannah T. Operation Redwood / by Susannah T. French. p. cm. Summary: In Northern California, Julian Carter-Li and his friends, old and new, fight to save a grove of Redwoods from an investment company that plans to cut them down. ISBN 978-0-8109-8354-0 (alk. paper) [1. Environmental protection-Fiction. 2. Redwoods-Fiction. 3. Trees- Fiction. 4. Friendship-Fiction. 5. Grandmothers-Fiction. 6. California- Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.F889153Ope 2009
[Fic]-dc22 2008030724
Paperback ISBN: 978-0-8109-9720-2
Text copyright 2009 S. Terrell French Book design by Maria T. Middleton
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For William, Clara, and Nathan
THE BATTLE WE HAVE FOUGHT , and are still fighting, for the forests is a part of the eternal conflict between right and wrong, and we cannot expect to see the end of it. . . . So we must count on watching and striving for these trees, and should always be glad to find anything so surely good and noble to strive for.
-John Muir, Sierra Club lecture at the Academy of Sciences in San Francisco, November 23, 1895
EVERYBODY NEEDS BEAUTY AS well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.
-John Muir, The Yosemite (1912)
CONTENTS
1 : WAKING UP
2 : ROBIN ELDER
3 : THE NEXT DAY
4 : BACK FORTH
5 : HOME WITH DAPHNE SIBLEY
6 : THE PLAN
7 : DETAILS
8 : JULIAN S JOURNEY
9 : UNWELCOMED
10 : HUCKLEBERRY RANCH
11 : BRAINSTORMING
12 : INTO THE REDWOODS
13 : CAUGHT
14 : THE VOW OF SILENCE
15 : QUANTUM
16 : FROM BAD TO WORSE
17 : AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
18 : OPERATION BREAK-IN
19 : STUMPED
20 : GOOD NEWS
21 : THE REDWOOD CLIMBER
22 : INTO THE TREETOPS
23 : INTRUDERS
24 : THE STORM
25 : THE CONFRONTATION
26 : REMEMBERING
27 : UNDER ATTACK
28 : THE INTERROGATION
29 : THE CHILDREN S EVERLASTING REDWOOD GROVE
30 : TO BIG TREE GROVE
AUTHOR S NOTE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ulian Carter-Li opened his eyes and immediately knew he was somewhere he d never woken up before. But his dream wouldn t let him go. His eyes closed and he was running again, along an abandoned beach, beside a black ocean, searching for someone he couldn t name. He stumbled, and as he fell, a voice inside his head reminded Julian that he was dreaming, and he wrenched himself free from his dark dream world, sat up, and looked around.
A glass wall faced downtown San Francisco. The bright lights of the Bay Bridge shone against the night sky and a computer screen glowed from a massive desk against the far wall. The only sound was the computer s low hum. He must have been sleeping for hours, Julian thought, and he wondered when his uncle would be coming back.
He had never been in Uncle Sibley s office before today. He looked around at the desk, the clean, uncluttered surfaces, the black leather sofa, the eagle s eye view. Even in shadow, everything about the office said I m rich. I m powerful. Don t mess with me.
The echo of the wind in his ears and the sense of dread left over from his nightmare had begun to subside. Julian stood up and walked across the room. Except for a few fluorescent lights shining in the hallway, the floor was dark and desolate.
Now that he was fully awake, Julian remembered why he was here. It was, of course, because there had been nowhere else for him to go. The assistant principal had been unable to reach Aunt Daphne. When he d finally gotten through to Uncle Sibley, after being placed on hold for a full five minutes, his already foul mood had grown worse.
Of course somebody s got to get him, the assistant principal had barked into the telephone. The kid can t just sit here all day with a fever of a hundred and three! He s infectious ! Excuse me? No, we don t call taxis! Our students generally don t travel around by taxi . If you want a taxi, you ll have to send one yourself!
Julian had waited in the office for what felt like hours until at last a bright yellow taxi pulled up in front of the school. Julian had never ridden in a taxi. At first, he had enjoyed the smoothness of the red leather seats. It was almost like having a chauffeur. And after years of taking buses everywhere, it was a treat to have the wide backseat to himself.
But as he d sat, staring at the python tattoo that snaked its way up the fat pink neck of the taxi driver, it had occurred to Julian that he d just gotten into a car with a stranger and was completely at his mercy.
That was the trouble with grown-ups, Julian decided. How many times over the years had his teachers lectured the class never to get into a car with a stranger, under any circumstance, even if the stranger claimed to be searching for a missing puppy (it was always a puppy). And yet, a taxi pulls up in front of the school with a complete stranger driving it, and he is expected to hop right in. He could have been cut up into little pieces and put in the trunk. Or kidnapped and held for ransom.
Of course, there would be no point trying to get any ransom money from his mother. For one thing, she was five thousand miles away. But even when she wasn t traveling, she was always scrimping to get by. It wasn t just that she didn t have any money, she didn t even believe in money.
Uncle Sibley, on the other hand, was rich. Julian wondered how much his uncle would be willing to pay to release him from the kidnapper-taxi driver. A thousand dollars? A million? He imagined his mother calling frantically from Beijing, begging his uncle to meet the evil taxi driver s demands. His uncle would frown, shaking his head: Five hundred dollars and not a penny more!
In the end, though, the taxi driver had merely delivered Julian to the gleaming gold doors of a towering skyscraper. There he had been met by some underling, whisked up a sickening fifty floors to the IPX headquarters, and deposited like a piece of lost baggage in his uncle s elegant office. Sibley had motioned for him to sit down. Then, for the next fifteen minutes, he d spoken into the phone in a voice of such cold fury that Julian could only be grateful it was not directed at him.
You need a haircut, was the first thing Sibley had said to Julian. His own blond hair was plastered rigidly to the side. He gave Julian another appraising look and added, You look terrible. Daphne s on a field trip with Preston. Apparently, it s the nanny s day off . Helga, the nanny, had been on duty for two weeks, but Sibley still hadn t learned her name. Listen, I m already late. I don t know how long this meeting s going to last. There s soda in the refrigerator. You have homework?
I ll be fine, Julian had said, gesturing at his backpack. But by the time he d finished the sentence, Sibley had pulled on his suit jacket and was already walking toward the door.
The moment his uncle left, Julian had realized how tired he was. His head was aching, his bones felt like they were being poked by sharp little needles, and his face was burning hot. He took a ginger ale from the small refrigerator at the back of the room and sipped it slowly as he stared at the photographs on his uncle s desk. There was Aunt Daphne, with the frozen-looking smile that she usually wore when talking to him. There was his cousin Preston s third-grade school picture. And, finally, a black-and-white portrait of the three of them, all smiling wanly from the porch of their old house in Boston.
Julian had almost dozed off in the chair before dragging himself over to the leather sofa. There, he d watched the tiny sailboats scutt