The long way around

Anne Nesbet

Book - 2024

"During a hiking trip with their parents in the mountains of California, cousins Owen, Vivian, and Amy are finally allowed to camp for one night at a little lake all on their own. But when a massive earthquake blocks their return path, there's only one way home: the long way around, through a wilderness filled with fierce animals, raging rivers, unstable weather, and high passes. The hardest challenges the cousins face, however, are the troubles they've brought with them: bold Vivian's fear of starting middle school and of changes she can't control, Owen's lingering emotional scars from a car accident, and Amy's desire to live in stories rather than in boring regular life. Drawing on courage and humor, the... cousins weather storms, make the most of dwindling rations, and face their deepest fears in order to bring each other safely home"--Amazon.com.

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Action and adventure fiction
Published
Somerville, Massachusetts : Candlewick Press 2024.
Language
English
Main Author
Anne Nesbet (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
239 pages : map ; 22 cm
ISBN
9781536234725
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Review by Booklist Review

Cousins Owen, Vivian, and Amy are excited to camp by themselves for one night on their trip to Sequoia National Park with their families. Their parents are nearby, of course . . . until an earthquake causes the trail to be separated by rocks, stranding the kids with limited resources and seemingly no help on the way. Their ensuing journey earns them new nicknames: Sage, Reddy, and the Bear. Luckily, Sage practiced cooking and has enough food to strategically feed them for a day or two. Reddy is good at maps, and the Bear becomes known as such because of her magical golden bear that helps them on their journey. Though they face many obstacles along the way, they inevitably reunite with their parents. At times the plot is perhaps too convenient, but there is enough emotion and suspense strewn throughout this story to make it more than worth a student's effort. Perfect for fans of adventure stories.

From Booklist, Copyright (c) American Library Association. Used with permission.
Review by Horn Book Review

This survival novel is set in the awe-inspiring Sequoia and Kings Canyon national parks. Owen, Vivian, and Amy (two tweens and an eight-year-old) plan a late-summer overnight trip alone in the wilderness. Sisters Vivian and Amy are exploring their home state of California, and their cousin Owen is visiting from the East Coast. Their grownups camp nearby -- they believe the kids' experience on their own will do each of them some good. When an earthquake triggers a rockfall and their path back to the adults is blocked, the resourceful and determined children must take an uncharted path to safety. The cousins use their impressive skills and knowledge (they are excellent at food rationing, first aid, and more) as they encounter wildlife, volatile weather, and treacherous heights. Moments of excitement are interwoven with heartwarming scenes of bonding and introspection, as the trio gives one another "trail names" and has deep conversations about embracing the real world, fears around new beginnings, moving forward from trauma, and the power of love and nature to heal: "[Owen] felt this amazing mix of things, all at once: happy and sad and alive." The plot -- told in the third person and never too harrowing -- is fast-paced and rich in setting. Sights, sounds, and smells are vividly delineated, creating a picturesque backdrop to center the cousins' journey and its transformative effects. Elisa GallSeptember/October 2024 p.82 (c) Copyright The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

(c) Copyright The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Review by Kirkus Book Review

A family camping trip in the mountains turns interesting after an earthquake. Eleven-year-old Vivian is so excited to be going camping with her 12-year-old cousin, Owen, and her 8-year-old sister, Amy. She's talked her mother and Uncle Mike (both veterans of the outdoors) into camping at Sequoia National Park and, what's more, letting the kids stay by themselves for 24 hours (the adults will camp just over a short mountain pass). Dusk comes, and Owen, who loves to cook, fixes a stellar meal on his little camp stove; the kids are blissful in their independence. Then comes the earthquake, shaking rocks down onto the trail and blocking the way back to the adults. Taking charge of the frightened Amy and disassociating Owen, Vivian determines that their only choice is to walk out the long way. While Owen has packed more food than necessary for one overnight, it's not enough. Nevertheless, they start out. This is a tale of adventure and survival, but it's far from grim; instead, it's filled with effervescent writing and humorous dialogue. Vivian's confidence and her joie de vivre in the beauty of her surroundings embrace Amy and Owen--as well as readers--with the usefulness of a positive attitude. If a story about three kids alone in the mountains with little food could ever be described as cheerful and uplifting, this one is it. All main characters read white. A sparkling tale of survival. (map)(Adventure. 8-12) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

1 Three Cousins in a Car Sometimes adventures start with a big boom or a mysterious letter or a knock at the door--and sometimes they simply begin at a little after six a.m. in the back seat of a very crowded car. That car wasn't moving yet, but it was already jam-packed with backpacks, sleeping bags, snacks, legs, and various moods. Not a spare cubic inch anywhere for anything extra--Amy had not even been allowed to bring her stuffed seal, Sealy, and she did feel a little bitter about that, because she liked having a friend along she could tell stories to during the day and then lean against, like a soft and comfy pillow, when it was time to close her eyes and snooze. But Amy was only eight and unable to make the world bend in the direction she preferred, whereas when her sister, Vivian, got her mind set on something, that something had a fair chance of happening, so here they all were. That tells you what you most need to know about how Amy was feeling: no Sealy, no stories, no soft plush coziness. But three cousins had just been sardined into the back seat, and that meant there were at least three moods, not just one. Vivian, for instance, was as full of anticipation as a lightning bug is full of shine and fire, even though she was stuck in the middle seat, which she usually hated. But her mother had just pointed out that her cousin, Owen, and his dad (Vivian and Amy's uncle) had come all the way from the East Coast for this trip, so it wouldn't have been fair to make Owen sit in the middle, would it? "Oh, hey, that's okay, Aunt Judy," Owen had said. He didn't really care where he sat. It was one of the many things these days that turned out not to matter as much as they used to. This was Viv's big adventure, however, and no measly middle seat was going to mess with her joy. She had darted into that car without even the ghost of a fuss, then leaned over and grinned up into her mother's surprised face. "Come on , everyone!" she said. "We've got to get there !" "There" in this case was Campsite A46 on the River Loop of the campground in Sequoia National Park! Which was really almost the actual trailhead! Where everything glorious would start! And it was now only six hours away! Vivian was practically made of exclamation points right now. (By the way, eleven is a good age for exclamation points. Vivian's family had decorated her birthday cake this past year with two of them, big and bold: !! ) "Have so much fun, all of you," said Vivian and Amy's father before he closed the backseat door. He wasn't coming along, and he was perfectly happy about that (since he didn't like tents). "You all keep your feet dry, and if you see a bear, remember you're to turn right around and march yourselves back home." "Ha ha! Bye, Greg!" said the two grown-ups who, unlike Vivian and Amy's father, liked tents and didn't mind bears--and who, when they were little, used to go on rafting trips and walking trips and even snowshoeing trips with their equally adventurous parents. Now one of those adventurous siblings had grown up to be Owen's father ("Uncle Mike" to the girls) and the other one to be Viv and Amy's mother (Owen's "Aunt Judy"), and they were as excited about taking the cousins into the mountains as Vivian was to be going. "So!" said Vivian as the car finally pulled out of the driveway and everyone was still waving goodbye in the gray morning light. "How's the weather look, Uncle Mike? Are we still dodging the rain?" "Looks like it," said Uncle Mike. "Storm eventually threatens, but not until we are safely back in civilization." "Oh, let's not ruin the morning with talk about civilization," said Vivian and Amy's mother. "Not when our adventure's just starting. You have your headlamp, Owen, don't you? And you tested the stove?" "Yes, sure, of course," said Owen, who had tested everything. "And you aren't going to let your cousins starve?" "Don't think so," said Owen, designated cook for the coming mission, at least the part of it that the adults wouldn't be along for. (They were supposed to hike up as far as Twin Lakes with their parents, but then it would be just the cousins on their own for a whole day and night. Owen was amazed the parents had agreed to this adventure, but then again, Vivian's powers of persuasion could be mighty.) Cooking was something Owen had always loved in the past and still liked very much even now. That's how Viv had roped him into this whole plan: It's so great! I've got them almost talked into it! We're going to go backpacking ON OUR OWN! I told them you would do all the food stuff! We just have to take Amy along, that's all, but that's okay, I guess, if it means they'll let us camp on our own. You'll like it, right? Thinking up things to eat that are super tasty and fun to cook way up in the mountains? You can invent new recipes. And making lots of lists? You like making lists! It'll be science! And math! Even more than Owen liked cooking, he liked Vivian's way of being alive: all ambition and dreams and enthusiasm. He was twelve, only nine weeks older than Viv, but those nine short weeks between August 3 (Owen's birthday) and October 7 (Vivian's birthday), plus Owen having ended up a grade ahead due to some test he took in kindergarten that had apparently impressed and alarmed his parents and teachers, meant he was already on his way into eighth grade in Massachusetts, while Vivian was only just now about to start sixth grade--the first year of middle school in California. This amounted to a significant reversal of their babyhood schedules and timetables: Vivian had learned to walk about four months earlier than Owen. There were lots of old videos of Vivian trying to climb up the outsides of staircases while crawling Owen looked up at her in awe. And other videos of Vivian toddling over to crawling Owen and trying to pull him up to his feet; toddler Vivian doing a toddler somersault and screaming in delight while Owen tried to use the edge of the couch to shift his position to vertical: unsuccessfully forty-three times in a row , and then finally, success! (Baby Owen, by the way, beaming, turns toward the camera: "Fohty-fwee!" he says, because he had been counting all along. Even as a baby, Owen had thought of large numbers as steady, sturdy friends. Something you could hang on to. Something you could use to pull yourself up from the floor.) To tell the truth, Owen still could hardly turn a somersault today, although Vivian could certainly now count not just to forty-three but to any number anybody needed. She still had that gift for creating adventures. And when the cousins got to see each other, Vivian grinned as if an adventure without Owen would not be the sort of adventure she most wanted to have, and that meant a lot to him. Who at school would have believed him if he told them his younger girl cousin going into only sixth grade was the closest thing he had to a best friend anymore? So he never talked about his cousins at school. Who would he have been mentioning something like that to, anyway? By now they had been driving for an hour, and outside the window, the gray of the world had already melted into color, mostly the yellow brown of hillside grass, and sun glinted on the tall windmills that stretched along the top of the hills to the right and left of the highway here. The world seemed a strange place. Some of the windmills weren't even turning, and he wondered whether they had been broken somehow, or whether-- And suddenly something grabbed every one of the people in their car and flung them forward and to the left, so that the seat belts dug into all of their bellies, and there was the loud noise of everybody shouting out at once and of Aunt Judy blasting the horn with one hand while hanging on to the steering wheel with the other. They were bumping over the rougher asphalt at the edge of the highway, and then they were back where you were supposed to drive, and it all had happened in only a second or so. That's how life is, sometimes: sudden. Excerpted from The Long Way Around by Anne Nesbet 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.