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The winner of numerous awards and recipient of four starred reviews, Anne Ursu's Breadcrumbs is a stunning and heartbreaking story of growing up, wrapped in a modern-day fairy tale.
Once upon a time, Hazel and Jack were best friends. But that was before he stopped talking to her and disappeared into a forest with a mysterious woman made of ice. Now it's up to Hazel to go in after him. Inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's "The Snow Queen," Breadcrumbs is a stunningly original fairy tale of modern-day America, a dazzling ode to the power of fantasy, and a heartbreaking meditation on how growing up is as much a choice as it is something that happens to us.
In Breadcrumbs, Anne Ursu tells, in her one-of-a-kind voice, a story that brings together fifty years of children's literature in a tale as modern as it is timeless. Hazel's journey to come to terms with her evolving friendship with Jack will deeply resonate with young readers.
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eyes fell on Tyler and Bobby, and she did not blush and turn away or menace them with school supplies. She just eyed them coolly, as if they were nothing to her, as if their nothingness surprised and slightly repelled her. Bobby was smirking at her, she noted, and she deduced that it was a smirk of victory. And Tyler—Tyler had another expression on his face altogether. He was staring at her intently, his brown eyes wide, his eyebrows locked, his lips smooshed together. He looked like he was
the snow, her socks absorbing the wet and cold and transmitting it up her legs. Already she’d made a mistake, but she could not risk going back for boots. Anyway, how cold could it be in the woods at night, right? Hazel trudged forward, down the long blocks to the park with the good sledding hill. She noticed among the footprints in the hard snow some tracks, like from a dragging sled, and she wondered if she was seeing the last record of Jack and when that record would melt away into nothing.
pulled at her brain like longing, and Hazel wanted it to go away. They did not stop whispering. The flowers had secrets. They had names, too, though the couple in the cottage called them Daisy, Lily, Hyacinth, Violet, Dahlia, Jasmine, Poppy, and they did not remember the ones they had before. They told Hazel that she must listen. Daisy grew up in a house with a stream in back, and behind it were some woods. She and her friends Isabelle and Amelia played in them all the time when they were
It was. Hazel was tucked into the furs like a baby cub. She could stay that way forever. The witch settled herself into the chaise. “I’m sorry about the difficulty of your journey. This winter has been particularly harsh.” Hazel huddled in the furs, trying to take in the witch in front of her. It was just like being out freezing in the woods, how all you wanted in the universe was to curl up under a tree and fall asleep. And you knew it meant death. But it didn’t matter. “It wasn’t so bad,”
snowflakes follow her like bees.” She glanced at Adelaide, who nodded earnestly. Uncle Martin smiled. “Like bees. Very evocative. Now, Adelaide, what does she wear?” “A white dress and white furs,” Adelaide said. “And she has a crown. Made of the thinnest of ice.” “Because she’s a queen,” Hazel said. “She’s the Snow Queen.” “Yes, nice. Where does she live?” “In a palace of ice,” said Hazel. “And she has a heart to match.” “Very good.” He looked at the two of them seriously. “And what does