When Mama was in the kitchen, Isabel grabbed a handful of the baby's wispy brown hair and yanked. It felt good. Good to hear the baby screaming and wailing. Good to see it screwing up its face ... Miracle Baby, the sick ladies called it, because Mama had been sick before she got pregnant. But it screamed like any old baby. Isabel hid under her bed with Clyde the frog and waited for Mama's running footsteps. They went straight to the crib. from the book
Isabel and the Miracle Baby
“This story . . . perfectly captures her fierce desire to be independent and to disobey her mother’s rules while still wanting to be held and cuddled like her new sister. Isabel is a real girl.”
"My heart is warm and
full after reading this wonderful book. The world is a better place
with Isabel in itreaders will want to hug her!"
grace and a rascally sense of humor, Emily Smith Pearce creates a
moving portrait of a young girl coping with hard changes. I cheered
and laughed and cried as Isabel confronted her fears about her mother's
cancer and the changes in the family dynamics due to the addition
of the "miracle" baby, not to mention, navigating the social cliques
at school. But most of all, I yearned for Isabel to find the truth.
The truth that was buried deep in her heart; she was loved."