Pablo and Birdy

Review by Booklist Review

Almost 10 years ago, a baby and his violet-plumed parrot washed ashore on Isla, a small Caribbean island. Now that baby has grown into a thoughtful boy named Pablo, who is never seen without his beloved parrot, Birdy. Quaint and cheerful, the island is populated by talking tropical birds, a diverse population of immigrants, and a constant stream of tourists seeking out the legendary Seafarer Parrot, a bird rumored to appear only when the winds of change blow. As his tenth birthday approaches, Pablo is consumed by questions about his life before Isla, and Birdy begins acting strangely. McGhee's serene narrative sensitively examines Pablo's struggle to understand his own story, as well as the difficult concept that love can be shown by letting someone go. The narrative lightly touches on circumstances related to immigration, which could easily segue to a more in-depth discussion at home or in the classroom. Juan's graphite illustrations radiate warmth and whimsy, making them the finishing touch on this enchanted tale for contemplative readers.--Smith, Julia Copyright 2017 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Pablo was a baby when the "winds of change" guided him to the island of Isla, an inflatable swimming pool as his raft and a protective, curiously colored bird by his side. As Pablo's 10th birthday approaches, his frustration over his lost history flares while Birdy remains flightless and silent. Then the winds of change and their promise of "fortune lost or fortune gained" return to Isla, this time bringing a pastry-thieving dog and a reporter seeking a mythical seafaring parrot, as well as strange behavior from Birdy. McGhee's (Firefly Hollow) tender tale of the search for home, belonging, and identity smoothly incorporates elements of magical realism and powerful allusions to the refugee experience; for various reasons, most of Isla's residents have chosen to make new lives there, something Pablo questions in hopes of better understanding his own past. Playful humor, often involving the Committee-a group of chatty, free-roaming birds that judges the fashion choices of passersby and stirs up trouble-deftly counterbalances the emotional weight of this moving tale. Final art not seen by PW. Ages 8-12. Author's agent: Sara Crowe, Pippin Properties. (Aug.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 3-6-Ten years ago, when he was just a baby, Pablo washed up on the shores of Isla in an inflatable swimming pool. His only other companion was a lavender-feathered parrot named Birdy, who has not left Pablo's side since that day. Pablo has always wondered about his mysterious past, but as his 10th birthday approaches and Birdy begins acting strangely, Pablo is more determined than ever to uncover some answers. Unfortunately, Birdy is not a talking parrot, and no amount of coaxing persuades her to share Pablo's tale. Other unusual happenings coincide with Pablo's upcoming birthday, including the Winds of Change blowing offshore and a stray dog appearing in town. McGhee narrates her own story, bringing to life a diverse cast of characters including townspeople, news reporters, and a group of roaming birds nicknamed "the committee." Her use of different voices for each of these people and birds helps listeners keep them straight. McGhee's soft-spoken narration is a perfect match for this introspective book about a boy searching for answers about his past while he tentatively wonders what his future holds. VERDICT This quiet story is a testament to the strong bonds of community and will be well received by listeners who gravitate toward novels featuring strong relationships.-Anne Bozievich, Friendship Elementary School, Glen Rock, PA © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

It has been nearly ten years since the winds of change, which forewarn good or bad fortune, swept through the island tourist town of Isla. At that time, the accompanying storm brought a baby from the sea, tied into a small inflatable swimming pool and fiercely guarded by a bird with lavender feathers. Now that boy, Pablo, is getting ready to celebrate his tenth birthday. Tired of the stories made up about his arrival to Isla, he wants to know the real reason why he was placed into the ocean and why the bird he named Birdy as a baby doesnt fly. Pablo grew up learning about the Seafaring Parrot, a bird with magical powers; and as storm winds begin to blow once again, the boy notices that Birdy is acting strangely. An anthropomorphic stray dog and a committee of birds have their own story lines that merge with Pablos. Pablo is portrayed as a regular kid with questions about his past, and readers will identify with his curiosity and love for his pet. Spanish phrases are scattered sparingly throughout the lyrical text, and occasional imagistic black-and-white illustrations reflect the storys mood. alma ramos-mcdermott (c) Copyright 2017. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

It has been 10 years since Pablo landed on the shores of the diverse community of Isla, with his lavender parrot, Birdy, in tow, to be adopted by Cuban-American Emmanuel. Pablo, no longer satisfied with the origin stories the adults tell him, wants the truth: who put him in the water, and why? And after 10 years, flightless Birdy is now attempting to fly. Isla, famed for its birds, is also famous for the legend of the Seafaring Parrot, a mystical bird said to be able to reproduce any sound in the world. Winds of change, meaning "fortune lost or fortune gained," are coming to Isla. Rumors of Seafarer sightings attract tourists and newscasters to the island in search of the legendary bird. Pablo wonders if Birdy is the Seafarer of legend. McGhee deftly weaves the narrative of Pablo and Birdy with chapters from the point of view of a little, hungry dog who steals baked goods. Further adding to the quirkiness of the tale is the Committee of island birds, all of whom display boatloads of personality despite being limited to parroted speech. Readers will not be surprised at the true nature of Birdy's identity, and they will cheer to see how the community comes together to protect it from outside forces. Birdy and Pablo's relationship, the strongest aspect of the story, has a bittersweet but satisfying ending. A quiet, memorable, fantastical tale beautifully complemented by Juan's illustrations. (Fabulism. 8-12) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Pablo and Birdy ONE READY, BIRDY?" PABLO said, and he held out his finger for her. "Up you go." Up she jumped. Out the door, careful not to wake Emmanuel, who was asleep behind the closed door of his bedroom, and down the four flights of stairs they went. It was spring, and the town of Isla was quiet at dawn, with the sun just beginning to glimmer on the ocean a few blocks away. But the chickens and pigeons and parrots were already up and about, scratching and clucking around the empty sidewalks. Soon the shops and cafés would open for business. Soon Pablo and Emmanuel would unlock Seafaring Souvenirs for the day. Pablo would prop open the double doors and wheel the T-shirt racks into the sunshine. Soon the old double-decker red bus would lumber its way down the street, tourists with their sun hats leaning out from the open windows. But not yet. Pablo's bike leaned against the side of their apartment building, hidden behind the bougainvillea. Birdy clung to his forearm, her talons gripping his skin, as he wheeled it out. She jumped into the basket that Pablo had bolted to the handlebars, Pablo swung his leg over the frame, and they were off. Past Pierre's Goodies and Lula Tattoo, past the Parrot Café and Maria's Critter Clinic they went. They took a right at the end of the block, cruised past the Parrot Rescue Sanctuary, through the palm trees, and onto the boardwalk. Pablo leaned the bike against the railing by the wooden stairs that led to the beach and crooked his forearm again for Birdy. "Up you go." Once they were down by the water, she fluttered to the top of his head and dug in with her talons. "Careful now, Birdy-bird," he said. "That's my brain up there, you know." Birdy swatted him on the ear with her wing. Pablo held his pointer finger straight up in the air and Birdy nipped it gently with her beak. There were many parrots who would take advantage of an unguarded finger, but not Birdy. Not when it came to Pablo, anyway. "Hold on tight now," he said, and he hopped down onto the sand. Birdy held on tight. The shoreline was smoothed by the high tide, unmarred by footsteps or paw prints. No one but Pablo and Birdy was out. A lone orange shovel poked up, half-covered with sand, next to a dune. Later today the beach would be busy and noisy with little kids, boogie boarders, fishermen nosing their boats into the marina at the far edge of the harbor, and the coconut man and the pepitas woman trudging barefoot down the beach, hawking their wares. But right now, the beach was all theirs. "Want to fly?" Pablo asked. Birdy jumped down to his shoulder and ducked her head into his neck. That meant yes. "Hold on tight then," he said, and she dug her talons into his shoulder. He put one hand over them for extra measure. "Uno, dos, tres . . ." and down the beach they went. Birdy held on tight, Pablo gradually increased his speed from a jog to a sprint, and then, in a whoosh, Birdy spread her wings as wide as they could go. The breeze blew Pablo's hair back, and for a moment he felt as if his feet might leave the ground. Was this what flying felt like? Even a little bit? He wished he knew. But Pablo was a boy, not a bird, so he could only guess. One thing he knew for sure was that this was as close as Birdy ever came to actual flying, and she loved it. She swayed on his shoulder, her talons clinging tight and her head lifted to the breeze. Almost-flying was Pablo and Birdy's morning ritual. Some people walked their dogs, but Pablo? He flew his bird down the beach. Pablo ran and ran and ran, until he had to stop and catch his breath. They were at the far end of the beach now, no one else around. Only gulls, with their perpetual hunger, wheeled and cried above them, scanning the beach for something to eat. Pablo shaded his eyes and watched them. Birdy's talons clenched and released on his shoulder. Did she wish that she, too, could soar into the sky? It must be hard to be a bird who couldn't fly. "Birdy?" Pablo spoke softly, so that even if someone had been nearby, only Birdy would hear him. He slid his feet forward so that he was standing right at the shoreline. "Do you remember way back all those years ago? When it was just you and me?" She dug her talons in a bit, her way of letting him know that she was listening. "Because I don't," he said. She shifted her weight from side to side. His fingers found and closed over the necklace he never took off, his Dios me bendiga necklace. The stone pendant, with a tiny hole drilled through it, was strung on a narrow leather band. Pablo kept it hidden beneath his T-shirt. Looking out at the water, it was hard to believe that they were at the edge of an ocean. The waves were tiny right now, sloshing in and out like water in a baby's bathtub, and they tickled his toes. "Do you remember the big storm that Emmanuel says came through the day before we got here?" This was the same question he asked her every year. And every year, she was silent. She dug her talons in a little harder. Still listening. "It's that time of year," Pablo said. "They're going to start in again." Birdy's talons tightened again. She was the only one he talked to about things like this, and she always let him know she was listening. " 'Double digits!' " Pablo said in a fake grown-up voice. " 'What are you going to do for your birthday?' " Behind them came the soft plop of a coconut, dropping from a palm tree onto the sand. The water wasn't always calm like this. The ocean had a mind of its own. If it were high tide instead of low, the way it was now, Pablo would be standing underwater. And if the winds whipped up the way they sometimes did, the fronds of the palm trees would be blowing in a single direction. Huge waves were known to roar right over the beach and up the stairs and the boardwalk. When a storm was on the way, the inhabitants of Isla got ready. Pierre nailed boards over the big picture window of his bakery. Lula closed and latched the shutters on Lula Tattoo. Maria gathered up all the animals staying at the clinic and took them to her house, sheltered by the pine forest at the other end of town. Emmanuel and Pablo wheeled in the T-shirt racks, rolled up the awnings, buttressed the double doors with sandbags, and locked up tight. But today there was no storm and no hint of one on the horizon. The breeze that blew today was soft. "It's not even my real birthday," Pablo muttered. "They should call it my who-knows-what-his-real-birthday-is day. My non-birthday." The day after a major storm could bring all manner of flotsam floating in on the waves: pieces of driftwood, the smashed hull of a fishing boat, buoys, bottles, skeletons of enormous fish. Once, even though it was hard to believe, a baby had come floating in to shore. Pablo had been that baby. Excerpted from Pablo and Birdy by Alison Mcghee All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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