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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move, "you must be Rob. What's your last name, Rob?" "Horton," said Rob. "Horton," said Mrs. Bailey. "Horton. Are you related to Seldon Horton, the congressman?" "No, ma'am," said Rob. "I don't think so." 60 Mrs. Bailey's eyes flicked away from him and back to Sistine. "Baby," said Mrs. Bailey, "please get in the car." When Sistine still didn't move, Mrs. Bailey sighed and looked back at Rob again. "She won't listen to a word I say," Mrs. Bailey told him. "Her father is the only one she'll

Sistine stared at Willie May. She said nothing. Willie May cranked the engine. Rob and Sistine watched her drive away. "I think she's a prophetess," said Sistine. "A what?" Rob said. "A prophetess," said Sistine. "They're painted all over the Sistine ceiling. They're women who God speaks through." "Oh," said Rob, "a prophetess." He turned the word over in his mouth. "Prophetess," he said again. He nodded. That sounded right. If God was going to talk through somebody, it made sense to Rob

him. "She don't mean it," said Willie May. "She don't mean none of what she say right now." Rob shrugged. He bent and scratched his legs as hard as he could. He scratched and scratched, digging his nails in deep, trying to get to the bottom of the itch that was always there. "Stop it," Willie May told him. Rob looked up at her. "Let me tell you something," she said. "I would love to see this tiger rise on up out of this cage. 97 Yes, uh-huh. I would like to see him rise on up and attack

all framed and hung up on his wall." "I bet he ain't got no certificate for sense though," said Willie May darkly. She rose up out of her chair and stretched. "I got to clean some rooms," 38 she said. "You ain't going to forget what I told you 'bout them legs, are you?" "No, ma'am," said Rob. "What'd I tell you then?" she said, towering over him. Willie May was tall, the tallest person Rob had ever seen. "To let the sadness rise," Rob said. He repeated the words as if they were part of a

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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