Ellen Schwartz. Stealing
Bobbie poked her head into the hall closet and came out with a baseball, a bat and two gloves. She held out the older-looking of the two. "You want to use this glove? It was my daddy's."
Joey flushed. "Nothing's wrong with my glove!"
"I didn't say there was. Sheesh! Just thought you might like to try it, that's all."
Joey looked closely at her. She didn't appear to be making fun of him. He glanced at the glove. Holy cow. He clung to his pride for five seconds, then reached for it. "Okay," he said offhandedly, "just for a change."
Just seeing the fabled name stitched across the back sent a shiver up his
spine. The glove was the color of wood that has weathered in the rain and
wind, golden-brown turned a warm gray. It had the texture of aged leather,
soft and supple. He slipped his hand inside. It was big, but still it felt
as though his hand was made to go inside. The pocket pressed reassuringly
against his palm. A thin band of webbing stretched protectively across the
gap between the thumb and first finger. He lifted the glove to his face. It
smelled of dirt and grass, sweat and sun.
As I read this
book I was completely drawn into the characters and the plot. Joey’s
struggle to adjust to his new religion, family and lifestyle, while trying
hard to win his grandfather's approval; Bobbie's (Roberta) quirky, sassy
attitude; Aunt Frieda's loving character as she slowly grows from a meek
woman to a confident one who is willing to stand up for her coloured nephew;
and Zeyde's hard personality, while he tries to come to terms with the past
and with his new grandson; as well as a cast of other lovable characters
like, Grossie, Joey and Bobbie's tubby sidekick, newspaper articles of
Jackie Robinson as Joey slowly begins to admire the Dodger's baseball star
and the fond memories of Joey's "Mama".
I give Stealing Home five stars.
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