The Line Tender
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Annotation: Following a tragedy that further alters the course of her life, twelve-year-old Lucy Everhart decides to continue the shark research her marine biologist mother left unfinished when she died years earlier.
Catalog Number: #186089
Format: Perma-Bound Edition from Publisher's Hardcover
All Formats: Search
Publisher: Penguin
Copyright Date: 2019
Edition Date: 2019
Pages: 371 pages
Availability: Available
ISBN: Publisher: 0-7352-3160-5 Perma-Bound: 0-7804-5327-1
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-0-7352-3160-3 Perma-Bound: 978-0-7804-5327-2
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2018017872
Dimensions: 21 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
Kirkus Reviews
Lucy finds solace in her late mother's passion for shark biology during a summer that brings a new grief.First-person narrator Lucy and neighbor Fred are compiling a field guide to animals they find near their Rockport, Massachusetts, home. Lucy is the artist, Fred the scientist, and their lifelong friendship is only just hinting that it could become something more. Lucy's mother, who died of a brain aneurysm when Lucy was 7, five years earlier in 1991, was a recognized shark biologist; her father is a police diver. When a great white is snagged by a local fisherman—a family friend—video footage of an interview with Lucy's mother surfaces on the news, and Lucy longs to know more. But then another loved one dies, drowned in a quarry accident, and it is Lucy's father who recovers the body—in their small community it seems everyone is grappling with the pain. Lucy's persistence in learning about the anatomy of sharks in order to draw them is a kind of homage to those she's lost. Most of the characters are white; a marine scientist woman of color and protégée of Lucy's mother plays a key role. Allen offers, through Lucy's voice, a look at the intersection of art, science, friendship, and love in a way that is impressively nuanced and realistic while offering the reassurance of connection. Rich, complex, and confidently voiced. (Historical fiction. 11-14)
Publishers Weekly
In Rockport, Mass., budding artist and narrator Lucy, 12, does everything with her best friend Fred, a keen scientist, including writing an extra credit field guide to local wildlife (he researches, she illustrates). When family friend and fisherman Sookie accidentally catches a great white shark, TV stations broadcast old footage of Lucy-s marine biologist mother, a shark expert who died suddenly when Lucy was seven, dredging up old feelings for the girl. Romantic tension begins to crackle between Lucy and Fred, but a tragic swimming accident at the local quarry plunges the entire town into grief, and Lucy and her depressed detective father must recover once again. Firmly rooted with a strong sense of place and sketched with powerful sensory details, the narrative offers a colorful multigenerational cast that comes together to help Lucy learn more about her mother-s work and begin to heal her own heart. Allen tackles the complexities of grief with subtly wry humor and insight in this richly layered middle grade debut about the power of science and love. Agent: Michael Bourret, Dystel, Goderich & Bourret. Ages 10-up. (Apr.)
Starred Review for Kirkus Reviews
Lucy finds solace in her late mother's passion for shark biology during a summer that brings a new grief.First-person narrator Lucy and neighbor Fred are compiling a field guide to animals they find near their Rockport, Massachusetts, home. Lucy is the artist, Fred the scientist, and their lifelong friendship is only just hinting that it could become something more. Lucy's mother, who died of a brain aneurysm when Lucy was 7, five years earlier in 1991, was a recognized shark biologist; her father is a police diver. When a great white is snagged by a local fisherman—a family friend—video footage of an interview with Lucy's mother surfaces on the news, and Lucy longs to know more. But then another loved one dies, drowned in a quarry accident, and it is Lucy's father who recovers the body—in their small community it seems everyone is grappling with the pain. Lucy's persistence in learning about the anatomy of sharks in order to draw them is a kind of homage to those she's lost. Most of the characters are white; a marine scientist woman of color and protégée of Lucy's mother plays a key role. Allen offers, through Lucy's voice, a look at the intersection of art, science, friendship, and love in a way that is impressively nuanced and realistic while offering the reassurance of connection. Rich, complex, and confidently voiced. (Historical fiction. 11-14)
Starred Review ALA Booklist
*Starred Review* Novels dealing in loss and grief often result in potent stories, not because they're "serious" or "sad," but because done right ey dig into a character's complexities. Death alters characters' landscapes in unfathomable ways, plunging them into uncertain waters and challenging them, first to stay afloat, and then to swim with new purpose. At the start of Allen's probing debut, Lucy and her father have carved out an imperfect but happy life together after the death of Lucy's mother, Helen, five years earlier. Lucy spends most of her time with her best friend and neighbor, Fred, and their summer has been largely devoted to a school project: creating a field guide to Cape Ann, their coastal New England town. Together, they make up the perfect team: science-minded Fred supplies the guide's facts and data, and Lucy uses her artistic talents to illustrate each specimen.When Sookie, a family friend and fisherman, catches a great white, the two kids race to the harbor to get a close look at the shark in order to add it to their guide. Its presence stirs up reporters, as well as Lucy's interest in her mom's work, which was devoted to studying sharks. An unpublished proposal by Helen to study great-white populations in New England captures Fred and Lucy's attention and takes on a greater significance for Lucy after a tragic swimming accident claims Fred's life. In her efforts to cope, Lucy begins writing Fred postcards since they can no longer talk. She also immerses herself in understanding Helen's proposal and perfecting her shark drawings, wanting to figure out what had utterly captivated her mom and Fred about the great whites e spike in sightings that summer only spurring her on. Because, to Lucy, making sense of this thing will mean making sense of her world and two people she loves who are no longer in it.While Allen packs a lot into this story, it never feels overstuffed. Its pieces have purpose, and just as many speak to the average tween experience tting your period, the confusion of first crushes they do to navigating grief and the panic absence can bring. The latter two points put an interesting number of responses on display outside of Lucy's experiences, underscoring how the deaths of Helen and Fred impact many characters, including Lucy's dad, who she comes to understand is still struggling with both. Lucy's efforts to get to the bottom of the study inadvertently help several others reconnect with important parts of their lives and take steps toward healing. Likewise, something in Lucy clicks when her teacher looks at hers and Fred's field guide and observes, "But artists and scientists aren't really that different, you know. They both want to figure out how things work." This idea helps Lucy trace lines between herself and those she lost, like the observant line tender on a search-and-rescue team, and see the parts of them in herself.At times Lucy has more perspective than is believable in a 12-year-old, but this helps keep grief from utterly overwhelming the plot and its characters. Lucy not only gets the chance to get mad and upset and confused about things in her life; she expresses these feelings to others, including her father and a school counselor mething that is still not seen regularly in middle-grade novels. Perhaps there is an idealistic element to these scenes, but there is far more truth to them, and when taken together they will reassure readers that such bewildering emotions are okay and conquerable. Lucy's shark sketches swim throughout the book, just as they do in her field guide and her mind, and it's only when she internalizes her mother's reminder that, as frightening as sharks can be, their threat is diminished when they're treated with respect, that Lucy begins to tame the fearful elements in her life and find sure footing once more.
Word Count: 62,624
Reading Level: 4.6
Interest Level: 4-7
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.6 / points: 9.0 / quiz: 501508 / grade: Middle Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:4.4 / points:16.0 / quiz:Q76799
Lexile: 710L
Guided Reading Level: K
Chapter 4.
Empty House


Dad spent more time underwater than he spent on land. He was a scuba diver, both professionally and recreationally. If he wasn't hauling people out of the water (dead or alive) with the rest of the Salem Police dive team, he was hunting our lobster dinner off the coastline near our house. It was typical for Dad to receive a call from the dive team outside his regular hours at the police station. Salem Police divers did double duty, working regular shifts as uniformed police officers or detectives, but also responding to emergency situations. It seemed like there had been more calls than usual that summer--people driving off bridges or swimming in dangerous waters. I didn't like it when he was gone. When he was at the bottom of some harbor, the house felt empty. But he was always moving like a shark, swimming in order to breathe.

That night, I learned later, some moron had driven his truck into Salem Harbor and that Dad was called to the accident scene to help fish him out. There was a mostly thawed block of chicken on the countertop that Dad might have cooked had he stayed home that evening. I didn't know the first thing about transforming raw meat into dinner, so I sat at the kitchen table and leaned over a copy of the Silver Palate Good Times Cookbook. Some of the recipes had my mom's notes in the margin. It was always strange to see her handwriting, to see something that was so distinctly hers and that was still here.

"Check at twenty-five minutes!" she wrote.

"Can substitute with olive oil," in another place.

She had been gone five years. Most of the time, Dad and I were okay without Mom, even though I still thought about her every day. But my grief for her was like a circle. I always came around to missing her again. It could be a birthday that triggered the new cycle or something more unexpected, like finding something in a drawer that belonged to her.

I started reading the recipe names in a whisper. "This one sounds simple. 'Whole Chicken Baked in Salt. Lemon and ginger cooked in the cavity perfumes the bird.'"

But the recipe called for four pounds of Kosher salt. Four pounds. I wondered how a chicken cooked in four pounds of salt was still edible. When I reached the part where the chicken cooks for two hours in a wok, I closed the book. We didn't have a wok. Or four pounds of salt.

I opened the fridge. The combination of old food and nothing made me lonely. I pulled out the garbage can from under the sink and started pitching--lettuce, both rusted and soggy; fourteen-day-old moo shu pork that looked deceptively edible; and peaches with skin like a mummy's. There was half a Corningware dish of lasagna from last weekend. I imagined bacterial colonies beginning to creep up, so I used a knife to wiggle it out of the pan and let it flop into the garbage, which had just about reached its limit.

I wiped the shelves with a wet rag. Now we were left with nothing--a half gallon of milk, a pitcher of Tang, some onions, and a door full of stuff in jars. I poured a glass of the orange drink, grabbed a short stack of stale saltines from the pantry, and walked into the den. I gotta learn how to cook.

Through the open window I could hear the leaves rustling in frequent swirls of wind and Mr. Patterson listening to dueling radios on his porch--the Red Sox on WEEI and a police scanner. It was an odd and familiar sound--Joe Castiglione's voice and the crack of the bat, layered with occasional farty blips and cryptic messages between cops and dispatchers. I didn't hear anything from the dive team.

Eventually I walked over to the TV and flipped it on, taking a leisurely stroll through the channels on my way to the Sox game. And there was Sookie on Channel 7, wearing his mirrored sunglasses and speaking into the reporter's microphone. I never saw people I knew on TV. I picked up the phone.

"Turn on Channel Seven. Sookie's on TV."

"Okay," Fred said.

I could see the wharf and the harbor behind Sookie.

"Holy crap, it's T Wharf."

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there," he said.

The camera panned to show the shark's body in the near distance, hanging awkwardly from the winch. The shark would have looked powerful swimming in the ocean, but it seemed freakish hanging in a loop on the dock, bunched up in some places and stretched out in others. The reporter asked Sookie if he had ever seen a great white in all of his years of fishing off the Massachusetts coast, and Sookie said, "Nope. Only in the movies."

"There we are!" Fred yelled. "Over by the garbage cans."

I didn't like seeing myself on TV. I looked way too tall, especially standing next to Fred. The reporter looked into the camera and launched into a brief history of great white sharks in the North Atlantic. Fred was getting agitated. I could hear him breathing into the receiver.

"That's wrong," he said. "They can swim in subarctic water."

Then the news story cut to a section of old footage.

And there she was. Talking to the camera while sitting on a boat, her hair blowing around, her face with freckles like mine.

"Lucy. That's your mom," Fred said.

"I know," I said. Somewhere off camera, a man asked her a question.

"Am I afraid? Being in the water with sharks?" She grinned. "No. You just have to remember that you are swimming in their home. You have to know how to behave when you are the guest."

"Seriously," Fred said.

"What would you like people to know about sharks?" asked the man off camera.

She looked up at the sky for a moment. "I guess that there is so much we don't know about them--where they go, or how many there are. And we fear what we don't know. If we knew more about sharks, maybe we would be in a better position to help ensure their survival."

The boat kept rocking and my mother smiled at the camera. It was as though she were smiling at me. At me. I looked right into her eyes and it was like we were staring at each other. The fine lines around the outer corners of her eyes deepened as her smile grew. I shuddered. The phone slid from under my chin and hit the floor.

I didn't take my eyes off her.

She sighed and kept looking at me. Then, too abruptly, the clip ended and we were suddenly back on T Wharf with Sookie and the newscaster. It took me a minute to realize that I had been talking to Fred. I wiped my face, bent down, and picked up the receiver.

"Lucy?" said Fred.

"Fred, what was that?" I asked, sniffling.

"It was a clip from an interview with your mom."

"No, I know that. But where did it come from?"

"I don't know. Ask your dad."

"He's not here."

"Are you okay?"

"Not really."

"Want me to come over?" he said.

"I don't know," I said. "I'll call you back."

The circle had begun again.



Excerpted from The Line Tender by Kate Allen
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Funny, poignant, and deeply moving, The Line Tender is a story of nature's enduring mystery and a girl determined to find meaning and connection within it.

Wherever the sharks led, Lucy Everhart's marine-biologist mother was sure to follow. In fact, she was on a boat far off the coast of Massachusetts, collecting shark data when she died suddenly. Lucy was seven. Since then Lucy and her father have kept their heads above water--thanks in large part to a few close friends and neighbors. But June of her twelfth summer brings more than the end of school and a heat wave to sleepy Rockport. On one steamy day, the tide brings a great white--and then another tragedy, cutting short a friendship everyone insists was "meaningful" but no one can tell Lucy what it all meant. To survive the fresh wave of grief, Lucy must grab the line that connects her depressed father, a stubborn fisherman, and a curious old widower to her mother's unfinished research on the Great White's return to Cape Cod. If Lucy can find a way to help this unlikely quartet follow the sharks her mother loved, she'll finally be able to look beyond what she's lost and toward what's left to be discovered.

★"Confidently voiced."—Kirkus Reviews, starred
★"Richly layered."—Publishers Weekly, starred
★"A hopeful path forward."—Booklist, starred 
★"Life-affirming."—BCCB, starred
★"Big-hearted." —Bookpage, starred
★“Will appeal to just about everyone.” – SLC, starred
★"Exquisitely, beautifully real."—Shelf Awareness, starred


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