Dog Driven by Terry Lynn Johnson (English) Paperback Book

Description: Dog Driven by Terry Lynn Johnson From the author of Ice Dogs, comes a riveting adventure about a musher who sets out to prove her impaired vision wont hold her back from competing in a rigorous sled race through the Canadian wilderness. Perfect for fans of Gary Paulsen. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description From the author of Ice Dogs comes a riveting adventure about a musher who sets out to prove her impaired vision wont hold her back from competing in a rigorous sled race through the Canadian wilderness. Perfect for fans of Gary Paulsen. McKenna Barney is trying to hide her worsening eyesight and has been isolating herself for the last year. But at the request of her little sister, she signs up for a commemorative mail run race in the Canadian wilderness - a race she doesnt know if she can even see to run. Winning would mean getting her disease - and her sisters - national media coverage, but it would also pit McKenna and her team of eight sled dogs against racers from across the globe for three days of shifting lake ice, sudden owl attacks, snow squalls, and bitterly cold nights. A page-turning adventure about living with disability and surviving the wilderness, Dog Driven is the story of one girls self-determination and the courage it takes to trust in others. AGES: 10 plus AUTHOR: Terry Lynn Johnson, author of Ice Dogs, Sled Dog School, Dog Driven and the Survivor Diaries series, lives in Whitefish Falls, Ontario where for ten years she owned a team of eighteen Alaskan Huskies. Author Biography Terry Lynn Johnson, author of Ice Dogs, Sled Dog School, and the Survivor Diaries series, lives in Whitefish Falls, Ontario, where for ten years she owned a team of eighteen Alaskan Huskies. , Twitter: @TerryLynnJ. Review *"A densely plotted, fast-moving, thematically rich tale set at the intersection of ability and disability."--Kirkus, STARRED review *"Johnsons personal experience of living in Ontario with her own team of Alaskan huskies shines through this book, which bracingly captures the excitement and trepidation of McKennas adventure." --Booklist, STARRED Review "Guy and McKenna are well developed, and the action is captivating." --School Library Journal -- Review Quote * "A densely plotted, fast-moving, thematically rich tale set at the intersection of ability and disability."-- Kirkus, STARRED review * "Johnsons personal experience of living in Ontario with her own team of Alaskan huskies shines through this book, which bracingly captures the excitement and trepidation of McKennas adventure." -- Booklist , STARRED Review "Guy and McKenna are well developed, and the action is captivating." -- School Library Journal Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 Whoevers behind me is coming fast. I peek over my shoulder and see a blurry line of shapes bearing down. Mustard glances back too, then faces forward and digs in. Hes so cocky. He hates getting passed. An unspoken message travels through the whole team and they surge forward together. I love how the speed comes up through my feet. Cold air darts through cracks in my neck warmer. I squint into the wind. "Gee over, Mustard. Dont be rude. Attagirl, Twix." I have an eight-dog team, so my front-runners are at the edge of my visual range. All I can see of my leaders are furry shapes. Its as though my sunglasses are coated in Vaseline. The bright sun compounds the issue. When it reflects off the snow, it hurts my eyes, even with my dark shades. The sound of synchronized panting grows louder behind me. "Trail!" a boys voice calls. I have just enough time to angle my sled to the right before his dogs come loping up beside me. They move along my sled, then shoulder past it to my dogs. Saga and Haze both stick their faces directly in the way, stretching their necks for a good sniff. I cringe. Sixteen dogs running this close beside one another at ten miles an hour can make a nice tangled ball in a blink. "Ahead!" I call, trying to keep the embarrassment out of my voice. Why cant my dogs behave like everyone elses when were out in public? Im driving savages. I watch the other team. Focused ahead, no nonsense, passing like pros. I stare at the musher as he glides by. Hes near my age, or maybe a little older. And hes wearing some kind of war uniform that looks like it came out of his great-grandfathers closet. "Maam," he says. He doesnt even watch his dogs to make sure theyre going straight, just turns backwards on the runners and bows at me. Bows . "Hey, Retro," I call. "Why bother? Now Im going to have to pass you!" He laughs and then hes out of my range, leaving me with the sounds of the trail--the shush of the runners gliding over sun-softened snow, then the clacking noise they make on the harder, shaded sections of trail. The necklines tinkle, and the wind whistles. I could never run this fast on my own. Never feel the clean bite of air filling up my nostrils. Filling me up. Im never as free as I am out here behind this team. My gaze roves up and down my dogs. Sumos dipping snow already but keeping pace. The fluorescent strips Ive stitched along the backs of the dog harnesses make them stand out, especially on white dogs like Damage and Haze. Without the strips I can hardly tell them from a snowbank. But the real trouble will start at dusk, when everything turns into black blobs, fluorescent strips or not. A wide-open expanse appears. My team goes down the bank and then moves onto the frozen lake. Theres a commotion ahead; I hear it before I see it. Two mushers, yelling. "Grab your leaders!" "Sorry! Im sorry!" Dogs barking. Their teams flounder in the snow. I arrive just as the dogfight breaks out. I throw down my snow hook, wondering what to do next. Should I go help? No, Ill surely give myself away, stumbling over dogs. My team shrieks and lunges to get closer to the action. Im hesitant to leave the sled in case Sumo pops the hook and we have three teams tangled. But I cant tell whats going on from back here. I creep closer, moving up beside my leaders. The mushers are grabbing armfuls of dogs and tugs. "They wouldnt listen!" A girl wearing yellow wind pants struggles with a dog as if shes never untangled a dog team before. "What are you doing?" Its the retro boy who passed me. "Unclip the tug or my dog will get pinched!" "This one?" "No, your point dog! Hurry! Yoda, enough!" His wheel dog, not even in the tangle, is screaming so loud now, its hard for me to think. Which is why I dive into the fray. I reach for the girls leggy point dog, flicking off my mitts as I do so my bare fingers are ready. Once Ive grabbed the dog, I go by instinct. Unclip the tug, flip the line under, then reclip her dog. Its all automatic and takes about two seconds. The line is still tangled. I walk backwards a few steps with the tugs, straightening the leaders, and squint at the gangline. There. A neckline needs to be unclipped. Once Ive got the leaders untangled, I have to hold the leggy dogs collar to prevent him from turning around. Its satisfying to know that my dogs arent the worst brats ever. I peer at my team but can see only a line of crazed, hopping mongrels. Im too far away to tell if the snow hook is coming loose. Please dont come loose . My feet sink through the crust of snow and I slop around in slush. "You want to get them going," I tell the girl. "Ill hold them out." She seems to suddenly come out of her fog and leaps onto her sled. "Hike up!" she yells, and the dogs pitch forward, picking up speed. Her sled zips past me, throwing up a rooster tail of slush. "Thanks," the boy says. "I think shes new." I feel a nose shoving at my butt. I turn and recognize the black and silver markings of the boys lead dog. But then I do a double take and peer closer. Her eyes! "Whats wrong with your dog?" "What?" The boy looks up, then relaxes. "Oh, you mean Zesty. Yeah, shes blind as a bat. Anyway, thanks for your help." "You . . . your lead dog . . . you have a blind lead dog?" "Shes the best. Hey, love to chat, but should we get going? You know. Race ." I peer intently into Zestys face. Shes focused on the departing team, ears erect, body tightly coiled. She appears to be watching, but her eyes are fully clouded over. She swivels her face toward me as if sensing Im staring. "Your team!" I jerk my gaze up. The boy lunges for my sled as it shoots past him. His feet get bogged down in the slush. He misses. I have one chance. I try to line myself in the right place but its going to be tight. I cant see the sled clearly, and my depth perception is off. How close is it? Where is that handlebar? My dogs rush past me as I lean over, desperate, reaching . . . reaching. Bam! My bent arm hooks the handlebar. I swing up onto the runners. Step on the brake. Lean down to where the snow hook should be. There it is. Snag it up. Set it in its cradle. Straighten, focus ahead. Adrenaline still pumping. I can feel my dogs smiling from here. I told him Id pass him. December 7, 1896 Dear Margaret, I leave the port of Killarney on the morrow with the mail courier Raymond Miron and his team of dogs. There is wild beauty here with windswept pines and stark white cliffs, but also loneliness. I miss home terribly. Alas, the Hudsons Bay Company requires me at White River upon the most haste, and I shall endeavor to comply . . . Love to little Anna. She will be grown enough to beat me in a horserace when I return. Your loving brother, William Details ISBN0358447704 Pages 240 Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 0358447704 ISBN-13 9780358447702 Format Paperback Publication Date 2021-03-30 UK Release Date 2021-03-30 Place of Publication Boston Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2021-03-30 NZ Release Date 2021-03-30 US Release Date 2021-03-30 Author Terry Lynn Johnson Publisher Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company Imprint Houghton Mifflin Books for Children DEWEY 813.6 Audience Children / Juvenile Imprint US Clarion Books Publisher US HarperCollins Audience Age 10 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:142634970;

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