The Great Hibernation
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Annotation: In the tiny northern town of St. Polonius, everyone over the age of twelve falls asleep after the traditional tasting of the Sacred Bear Liver at the Founders' Day Festival, leaving the children in charge, including Jean who tries to solve the mystery.
Catalog Number: #161531
Format: Perma-Bound Edition from Publisher's Hardcover
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Publisher: Random House
Copyright Date: 2017
Edition Date: 2017
Illustrator: Green, Rebecca,
Pages: 260 pages
Availability: Available
ISBN: Publisher: 1-524-71785-1 Perma-Bound: 0-7804-1362-8
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-1-524-71785-8 Perma-Bound: 978-0-7804-1362-7
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2016034600
Dimensions: 21 cm.
Language: English
ALA Booklist
Traditions are important to the isolated people of St. Polonius-on-the-Fjord, and none so much as their annual Founder's Day celebration. This is the first year that 12-year-old Jean Huddy has been old enough to taste the sacred bear liver, the pinnacle of the festivities, but to her chagrin, she's unable to keep it down. It turns out this is the least of her problems when, hours later, all of the town's adults and teenagers slip into an unwakeable sleep. In accordance with the town charter, the kids step into their parents' roles to keep St. Polonius running. The children take to playing grown-up with gusto, dressing up in oversize uniforms and suits, but Magnus King assumes his role as mayor with a more calculating enthusiasm. Evading Magnus' watchful eye, Jean works to find a cure for the adults, with the help of a few friends and her little brother d his snowshoe-shod sheep, naturally. Quirky without being over-the-top, Dairman's novel is a funny, wintry romp that explores just what might happen if kids were in charge.
Horn Book
Jean spits up her portion of the town's sacred bear liver (everyone twelve and over "must participate"), setting off a repeat of the mass hibernation that established the tradition and leaving the under-twelves to keep the town going. But is something more sinister happening? Though the premise is entertainingly absurd, the book maintains internal logic and a not-too-wacky tone, leaving space for the mystery; spot art adds atmosphere.
Kirkus Reviews
When a bizarre ritual goes haywire, Kids Say the Darndest Things meets Lord of the Flies. In St. Polonius-on-the-Fjord, citizens over 12 partake in the annual commemoration of the town's founding by eating of the Sacred Bear Liver. They engage in this loathsome rite to avoid falling into a monthslong slumber, a fate suffered by the original settlers. This year, white Jean Huddy participates for the first time but secretly barfs up her portion. Then, against all odds, everyone over 12 who did sample the liver falls fast asleep, leaving only the town's children—including Jean and Isara, a 13-year-old boy of Thai heritage—awake and obligated to assume their parents' jobs. The author mines a few laughs from kids' performing adult work, but some aspects are sinister: the mayor's xenophobic son revels in his tyranny; the town bullies are strict law enforcers. An unconvincing mystery subplot involves a startling revelation about what happened to the grown-ups, the discovery of a secret formula to reverse the sleep, and Jean's and her friends' frantic scramble to interpret and use it to awaken the sleepers. Themes abound in this political satire, with its "Sleeping Beauty" and Shakespearean overtones, including clueless adults, governmental corruption, shady corporate dealings, usurpation of power, anti-immigration sentiments, unethical science, and animal cruelty. Savvy readers may glean some hints about the current charged political scene. These disparate storylines coalesce uneasily. Mildly amusing, with a silly, stomach-turning premise conveying sober concepts. (Fiction. 10-12)
School Library Journal
Gr 48In a small, insular Nordic town with seemingly harmless, quaint traditions, the children find themselves in a police state under a devious and manipulative kid mayor when all the adults suddenly and inexplicably fall into comas. Self-doubting and awkward Jean, 12, knows she must look for allies and uncover the truth. She and her small band of heroes are thwarted right and left, and readers will empathize with the characters as they encounter injustice. Dairman creates a sense of urgency and brings the work to a satisfying conclusion. The scenes are concise and well formed, grouped into chapters ending with a new question or realization that adds to the suspense. The trope of children without adult supervision or guidance leads to memorably humorous situations when the kids take on their parents' jobs (e.g., the plow driver's son who can't see over the steering wheel), as do the antics of a pet sheep. A friendship between Jean and Isara, who is from Thailand and the only immigrant in this mostly white community, emphasizes the theme of friendship in spite of differences. VERDICT Lighthearted enough to entice readers with the silly premise and whimsical illustrations sprinkled throughout, this middle grade book nonetheless explores some rather important political ideas about individuality and the need for a balance of powers in governance. A strong selection for most middle grade shelves.Rhona Campbell, Georgetown Day School, Washington, DC
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Word Count: 54,896
Reading Level: 5.1
Interest Level: 3-6
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 5.1 / points: 8.0 / quiz: 193819 / grade: Middle Grades
Lexile: 740L
Guided Reading Level: T
Fountas & Pinnell: T

Chapter 1




The bear was dead.


Or was supposed to be by now, anyway. The eight-year-old boy in the bear suit still danced across the stage, roaring and clutching his stomach. "ARRRR!"


In the audience, Jean Huddy stifled a laugh. She looked up at her brother, Micah, onstage in his seventeenth-century-seafarer costume. He was trying not to laugh, too.


Micah was playing Captain Polonius--the hero of The Founders' Story--but everyone knew that the best role was the bear. When Jean was in third grade, it had gone to her best friend, Katrin Ash. Katrin had transformed herself into a wild animal, but now Micah's own best friend, Axel Gorson, was giving her performance a run for its money.


"AIEEEE!" With one final spin, Axel collapsed at Micah's feet. The audience cheered. Micah knelt, pulled a sponge soaked in red thistleberry juice out of a hidden pocket in the bear suit, and held the fake "liver" high up over his head. He then tore it into pieces and passed it out among his classmates, who were playing shipwrecked sailors. They pretended to gobble the liver down, chorusing "Yum!" and smiling.


The audience cheered louder, but Jean didn't join in. She knew what was coming after the play. On Founders' Day, the citizens of St. Polonius-on-the-Fjord really did eat a bite of bear liver--but no one said "Yum!" Bear liver smelled like a wet dog and, from what Jean had heard, tasted even worse. Every resident who was at least twelve years, four months, and six days old (as this had been the age of the youngest sailor on Captain Polonius's original crew) was required to take part in the ritual . . . and today, Jean was twelve years, four months, and nineteen days old.


It's an honor to participate--her parents had been saying this all week. Unfortunately, Jean wasn't too good at bringing honor to her family. At the school-wide spelling bee, she'd been the first student eliminated; even Micah, four years younger than she was, had lasted a few rounds. And back when she was Micah's age in The Founders' Story, she'd bungled her only line in front of the entire town.


This year that line belonged to Cora Buggins, a tiny seven-year-old who carried a purple stuffed narwhal everywhere she went. She had even snuck it up onstage under her sailor's coat--Jean could see its horn poking out of Cora's sleeve.


"Great saints, but I am sleepy!" the girl cried. Her voice squeaked, but at least the words made sense. Jean cringed at the memory of her own version ("Great slaints, but I am seepy!"), and the laughter that had followed.


All the little sailors onstage slumped forward and pretended to fall asleep.


The Founders' Story was an odd tale. Jean had no trouble believing that, in 1674, Captain Polonius and his crew had shipwrecked on this barren northern peninsula and started to starve as winter set in. And it made sense that Polonius would pray to the saints to use their ancient powers to save his crew. But why, of all things, would the saints send a bear staggering down from the mountains as a source of food? Couldn't they have simply washed fish up on the shore, or made the thistleberry bushes fruit early?


And then why, after Polonius had slain the bear, did his crew eat only its liver?


And, most importantly, how did the crew then manage to sleep through the entire winter without eating, drinking, or even taking shelter from the elements? Now the third graders were rubbing their eyes, pretending to wake up months later in the spring.


Jean knew the official answer.


"It's a miracle!" cried the little sailors. They declared Captain Polonius a saint for bringing about their miraculous hibernation, and named their settlement for him. Then Micah, standing tall at center stage, declared: "Every year hence, you townsfolk will honor the founding of St. Polonius-on-the-Fjord by slaying a bear and feasting on its liver! If you don't, you'll bring the wrath of the saints on yourselves."


Next to her, Jean's mom rolled her eyes.


That morning, over toast and sheep's-milk yogurt, Mom had given Micah an earful. "Dad and I are so proud of you for winning the lead role. But don't take the story too seriously! If you ask me, it's a canoe full of codwash. Saintly magic and miracles--more like superstition and nonsense."


"Now, now," their dad had said, his thick eyebrows waggling as he reached for the smoked herring. "I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss the story. In my research, I've learned that even the tallest tales can hold a grain of truth."


Dad taught history at the town's small university extension, specializing in the sagas of the North Country. But he also loved to joke around. Jean couldn't tell if he was serious or not.


Micah looked as confused as Jean felt. "Mom . . . if you don't believe in the old stories, then why do you always eat the liver?"


Mom sighed. "It's complicated, kiddo. Traditions . . . they're still important. When your people have been doing something for generations, you don't throw that all away at once."


Jean thought about that as Micah and his class took their bows. Her parents ate the liver every year, and the fact that she was about to join them did mean something.


Dad reached over and squeezed Jean's hand. "You ready?" Jean nodded as volunteers began to swarm the aisles, carrying big silver bowls.


The musty odor of the liver hit her nose. She knew the smell well from past Founders' Days, and her guts twisted. For a desperate moment, she considered pulling the sleeve of her coat over the red bracelet she'd been given upon entering the tent, the one that meant she was of age. But she was sitting between her parents. Even if no one else saw her dodge the liver-tasting, they would.


Holding her breath as a silver bowl paused in front of her, she took a wooden spoon with its shiny scoop of meat.


It's just a sliver, she told herself. A sliver of liver. A giggle escaped her lips, and the old woman in front of her turned and frowned.


Mayor King climbed up onstage, his sallow face framed by a magnificent bear-fur collar. The audience fell silent. Jean could hear the arctic wind howling outside, but the tent was hot from the press of bodies in winter coats.


At the mayor's signal, everyone rose from their seats. "In the name of the Sailors," he intoned, "the Saints, and the Miraculous Bear!"


"In the name of the Sailors, the Saints, and the Miraculous Bear!" the crowd repeated, and then, as one, they raised their spoons to their lips. An honor to participate, Jean reminded herself, and maybe curses from the saints if I don't.


She shoved her liver as far back into her mouth as she could. If she didn't chew it, maybe she wouldn't taste it! She swallowed the bite down whole . . . and started to gag. The stuff shot back up: bitter, sour, even sickly sweet.


Stomach heaving, Jean tore out of the tent. Frigid air whipped her dark hair off her face as the liver-sliver splatted out onto a snowdrift. Her knees buckled, and she had to grab one of the tent poles to keep herself upright.


A shadow fell across the snow at her feet. Jean turned to find two familiar sets of eyes upon her.


She dropped her gaze, unable to withstand her parents' looks of surprise. St. Polonians were the descendants of great seafarers. If they weren't born with iron stomachs, they were at least supposed to have developed them by age twelve.


Jean shuffled sideways, but it was too late to hide her mess. She had faced her first test as a full-grown citizen of St. Polonius-on-the-Fjord--and she had failed.


"Are you all right?" Dad asked.


Jean nodded but couldn't meet his eyes. Every snowflake that fell on her head made her tremble harder. The Tasting of the Sacred Bear Liver was in the town charter. Any citizen who didn't complete it had to be reported to the authorities. No one had failed to eat their portion in years, but everyone knew the traditional punishment: being marooned on a slab of ice in the North Sea. Jean didn't know for how long, but it had to be long enough to appease the saints; it was long enough for one citizen in the 1800s to have lost four toes and an earlobe.


She sucked in a breath, the frosty air stinging her raw throat. "I'll turn myself in. I'll go see Mayor King."


Mom stepped forward. She was hatless, her short black hairs freezing into tiny, spiky icicles. "You'll do no such thing." She stomped her heavy work boot into the snowdrift and kicked a pile of loose snow into the hole she had created.


Just like that, all evidence of Jean's sickness was erased. "You'll do nothing," Mom continued in a hushed tone, "because nothing happened. Right, Brian?"


"Right," Dad said.


Jean was flabbergasted. "But the charter--"


"Curse that infernal charter!" Mom was angry-whispering now. "This town is far too obsessed with saintly nonsense. If you could see some of the other ridiculous laws that are still on the books . . ."


Dad put a calming hand on Mom's shoulder. She often got worked up about politics.


"I think Jean had the right idea today," Dad said in a lighter tone. "This year's liver tasted especially disgusting. I strongly considered throwing it up myself!"


In spite of everything, a tiny smile crossed Jean's lips.


"Still . . ." He eyed the tent flap. "I don't think anyone else in town needs to know about this."


"No," Mom said. "They don't. Jean, you'll say nothing to anyone. You promise?"


A burst of applause sounded from the tent, and Jean nodded quickly as people began to emerge. The very first person out was Magnus King, son of the mayor. Though he was Jean's classmate, they rarely spoke--which was why she was surprised when he hurried over.


"Jean!" he cried. "Are you unwell? I saw you run out of the tasting."


"Busybody," Jean's mom muttered as Magnus skidded to a stop in the snow in front of them. He was panting, and his gold spelling-bee medal bobbed up and down on his chest. He never went anywhere without that medal. Katrin called him "Magnus the Magnificent," and she didn't mean it as a compliment.


"Jean is fine," Mom said before Jean could open her mouth. "She just got a little overheated in there, right, honey?"


"Right," Jean said. The tent had been hot.


"I have to go find your brother," Mom said to Jean, "but why don't you and Dad get a drink?"


"That's a great idea," Dad said. "Come on, Jean--we'll get some thistleberry tea to wash that nasty liver taste out of our mouths!"


Magnus looked scandalized. "Excuse me, Professor Huddy," he said, "but some of us take the Tasting of the Sacred Bear Liver very seriously. If I had been of age to take part this year, I surely wouldn't be complaining about the taste."


Jean believed him. Magnus had missed being old enough to participate in this year's tasting by only three weeks, and he'd been grumping about it for ages.


"Well, good for you," Dad said. "Now, if you'll excuse me and my daughter . . ."


"I'll join you!" Magnus said heartily. "A cup of thistleberry tea sounds like just the thing to quaff in this weather. Q-U-A-F-F--it means 'to drink.' " Since he'd won the bee, Magnus was constantly spelling and defining words.


"And then," he continued, "we can all head to town hall for my father's Founders' Day address."


The mayor's address! Jean sighed, though she tried to direct her breath away from Magnus, sure it still smelled like liver-vomit. Mayor King was known for his endless, droning speeches. And considering that he was running for reelection and had a proposal up for a vote next week, his speech tonight was likely to be longer than most.


Magnus fell into step beside Jean and her dad--no escaping him now.


Festival activities were resuming around the square: Brass instruments echoed from the band shell, and children shrieked as they chased each other, waving toy harpoons they'd won at a game booth. Food carts switched on their lamps as the weak arctic sun sank over the fjord-waters. Jean looked around for Katrin but couldn't find her in the crowd.


Dad steered them to the thistleberry tea cart, and Magnus stepped right up. "Three mugs," he said to the vendor. "For me and the Huddys--my treat."


The vendor frowned slightly, and Jean didn't blame him. "My treat," coming from a King, really meant it would be the vendor's treat, since the mayor's family was never actually made to pay for anything in St. Polonius. She turned to Dad to protest, but he had fallen into conversation with Pastor Thornhill in line behind them.


"Would you get a load of that?" Magnus said as he passed Jean a mug. "The Ratanas are here." Their classmate Isara Ratana and his parents were leaving the performance tent. Like Jean, Isara wore a red bracelet that meant he was old enough to taste the Sacred Bear Liver.


The Ratanas had moved to town the year before, all the way from Thailand. Isara's parents had opened a restaurant called the Tasty Thai Hut that Jean had never tried but Katrin said was good. Isara was fairly quiet at school. When he did speak, he had a bit of an accent, but he had mastered their language speedily; in fact, he had long outlasted Jean in the spelling bee.


"Why wouldn't they be here?" Jean asked.


"Well . . . because they aren't from here." Magnus spoke slowly, like he was back at the bee, spelling out a complicated word for the judges. "Founders' Day is for St. Polonians, to celebrate our history."


Jean didn't like what he was getting at. "There are plenty of people who live in this town but aren't from here," she said. "Like Katrin's mom . . . and my dad's neighbor at the university, Dr. Fields. No one complains about them participating."


"That's different," Magnus said. "Dr. Fields is from Bigsby, right on the other side of the fjord. And Katrin's mom moved here decades ago. The Ratanas haven't even been here a year!"


Jean took a swig of her thistleberry tea, letting its warm sweet-and-sourness roll around her mouth. She was pretty sure the real reason Magnus didn't like the Ratanas was that before they'd arrived, he'd been the best soccer player on the primary school's team. Now Isara was the champ.


Magnus rubbed his medal against his coat, ridding it of snowflakes. "We'd better head inside," he said, "if we want to nab good spots for my father's address. It was my idea to hold it in town hall this year--so everyone can listen comfortably to the entire speech, protected from the elements."

Excerpted from The Great Hibernation by Tara Dairman
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What would happen if every grown-up in town fell asleep and the kids were left in charge? A great pick for fans of A Tangle of Knots by Lisa Graff and Greenglass House by Kate Milford or any reader seeking a quirky mystery with a big helping of silliness.
The most important tradition in tiny St. Polonius is the annual Tasting of the Sacred Bear Liver. Each citizen over twelve must eat one bite of liver to prevent the recurrence of the Great Hibernation, when the town founders fell asleep for months.
This year is Jean Huddy’s first time to taste the liver. It doesn’t go well.
A few hours later, all the adults fall into a sleep from which they cannot be woken, and the kids are left to run things. At first, they have a blast. But then the town bullies take over the mayor’s office and the police force, and pretty soon Jean begins to suspect that this “hibernation” was actually engineered by someone in town.
Courage, teamwork, and scientific smarts unlock an unusual mystery in this delightful and funny story about one girl who inspires the kids around her to join together to save their home.
Definitely will not induce drowsiness. Utterly original.” —Adam Rex, author of The True Meaning of Smekday and the Cold Cereal Saga
“Imagine Lord of the Flies as a comedy set in snowy terrain and you have The Great Hibernation: a hilarious, whip-smart page-turner you don’t want to miss.” —Jennifer Chambliss Bertman, New York Times bestselling author of Book Scavenger and The Unbreakable Code

Selected for the 2018 Spirit of Texas Reading Program for Middle School
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