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The whirlpool
A collection of short stories feature characters breaking out of the expectations placed upon them, including a teenager taking small steps to escape her controlling father and a squirrel ruminating on the nature of life and death.
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I Know Here
Croza talks about her book--I Know Here which won the 2010 Boston Globe-Horn Book Award. She says that it was way beyond her daydreaming orbit, the news too surreal, too out-of-this-world abstract to hold in his mind for longer than a few seconds. What she was able to grasp though was the little manner of an acceptance speech which is to be printed afterward in The Horn Book Magazine.
Trade Publication Article
I know here
When she finds out that her family will be moving from northeastern Saskatchewan to Toronto, a young girl tries to find a way to hang on to the things that she has seen in her old home when she moves to this new city.
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THE WHIRLPOOL
[Matt] doesn't look at [Lindsay]. His eyes stay with me. Steady. I watch as a pink flush appears above Lindsay's collar, spreading up her neck, colouring her face, erasing the smile. Matt waits a couple of seconds and, just so there's no misunderstanding, he says, \"Lindsay. Right? Sorry, you'll have to find another babysitter, we're just leaving.\" I thought the talk would slow down. Go away. So I ignored it, pretended not to hear. But it didn't go away. It bubbled and it got stirred around, until it boiled into a new life. Not my life. A new story. Not my story. And I wasn't sure how to stop it, it didn't seem to be mine to stop. I'd been swallowed up. The old Jaz. The one from last year who could sit at a table in the cafeteria, listening. Anonymous. Safe. Even the teachers were beginning to hear about this new Jaz. Teachers were always slow to catch on - they don't spend much time in the cafeteria. But this morning, when I handed my test to Miss Finn, she asked me in a hushed voice, \"Jaz, is everything okay with you? Okay at home?\" Sure, Poppa's tea will help but I already know what I have to do. Tomorrow at lunchtime, in the cafeteria with Matt beside me, I'll say Bella's name out loud and then I'll add three simple words. It doesn't matter who says them. The old Jaz. The new Jaz. It doesn't matter where they go after I say them. All that matters is that I speak out. That I release them. Four words into the whirlpool.
Newspaper Article