Lenny's Book of Everything

Lenny's Book of Everything

by Karen Foxlee

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"Holy Batman, this is a gorgeous, heartbreaking, heartwarming book." —R.J. Palacio, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wonder

Perfect for readers who love Liar and Spy, Counting by 7s, and Bridge to Terabithia, a heartwarming and transformative novel about family, loss, and never giving up from beloved author Karen Foxlee.


Lenny Spink is the sister of a giant. Her little brother, Davey, suffers from a rare form of gigantism and is taunted by other kids and turned away from school because of his size. To escape their cruel reality, Lenny and Davey obsess over the entries in their monthly installment of Burrell's Build-It-at-Home Encyclopedia set. Lenny vows to become a beetle expert, while Davey decides he will run away to Canada and build a log cabin. But as Davey's disease progresses, the siblings' richly imagined world becomes harder to cling to in this deeply moving and original novel about grief, family, and wonder.

"An imaginative and surprisingly tender story of the unbreakable bond between siblings."—Booklist, starred review
"Lyrical and emotionally complex."—Kirkus
"The heart of this story—and the magic of it—is the devotion of these two siblings who together navigate the harsh realities of life and loss."—Publishers Weekly
"Foxlee's writing is infused with a hint of magic, just as the animals and places that Lenny and Davey read about fill their lives with curiosity and joy."—SLJ

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781524770129
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 04/16/2019
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 765,349
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.30(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Karen Foxlee is the author of The Anatomy of Wings, The Midnight Dress, and the middle-grade novels A Most Magical Girl and Ophelia and the Marvelous Boy, which has received five starred reviews. She lives in Brisbane, Australia, with her daughter. Learn more about Karen and her books at KarenFoxlee.com and on Twitter at @KarenFoxlee.

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7 pounds 3 ounces • 20 inches • July 1969
 
 
Our mother had a dark heart feeling. It was as big as the sky kept inside a thimble. That’s how dark heart feelings are. They have great volume but can hide in small places. You can swallow them with a blink and carry them inside you so no one will know.
 
“Something’s not right,” she said when she brought baby Davey home from the hospital.
 
She rubbed her fingers over her chest and looked at him sleeping in the crook of her arm.
 
“I have a feeling,” she said.
 
She was good at knowing the wrongness of things, sadnesses and sicknesses, and in the park, she could always find the pigeon with one leg. She knew when Mrs. Gaspar was coming down with a wheeze before she wheezed. She knew my thin hair was caused by some undiagnosed malady. Some days were more wrong than others. Whole days. From the moment she opened her eyes, “Something’s not right,” she said.
 
“Does it hurt?” I asked her. I looked at my new baby brother and he was perfect as a walnut in its shell.
 
“No, it doesn’t hurt,” she said, and she took my three-year-old hand and put it to her heart. I could feel her ribs through her nightdress. “It’s not a hurting kind of feeling. Just a something-will-happen feeling.”
 
“A good thing or a bad thing?” I asked.
 
“It might be good or bad or somewhere in between,” she said. “We’ll have to wait and see.”
 
Davey was born six days after Neil Armstrong took his famous step and everyone was still crazy with moon-walk fever. Mother liked to tell the story if she was in a lying-on-the-sofa mood. An untying-her-hair mood. A tickle-my-feet-and-I’ll-tell-you mood. We knew all her stories by heart, word for word, so that we could have told them ourselves if we needed to. The story of the day her father died from a heart attack after blowing out his birthday candles. The story of her friend, Louis Martin, who was struck by lightning when he walked home from school in the rain. The story of the river and how she nearly drowned in it when she was seven, of the first dress she ever made, which her mother forbade her to wear because it was cherry red. The tale of the UFO she saw beside the highway when she ran away with Peter Lenard Spink.
 
“It was a perfect summer day when you were born” was always how the Davey story started.
 
She must have noticed all the perfectness from the bus window because she couldn’t afford the cab fare: Second Street glinting and shimmering in the heat, ponderous summer clouds sweeping their shadows over the sun-baking cars, marigolds growing in the park, children eating ice cream.
 
I was left behind with Mrs. Gaspar in number seventeen. She had two Pomeranians with marmalade-colored coats named Karl and Karla. The apartment smelled of them, and also ashtrays filled with white cigarette filters, each decorated with a ring of peach lipstick. Her apartment was a kaleidoscope of tan crocheted doilies and pumpkin-colored throw rugs, and even Mrs. Gaspar’s orange beehive, which sat a little askew on her head, matched the decor. Her hand-knitted clothes were unraveling and her pom-pom slippers had the disheveled look of something she had fished out of a trash can. She liked to bless me when my mother wasn’t looking. She drew crosses on my tiny forehead and whispered in Hungarian.
 
“Yes, it was a perfect summer day,” said Mother. “And I knew you were coming. I knew it and I hadn’t had a single contraction. Not one. But something told me I had to go to the hospital. Something said, Cynthia Spink, get to that hospital this instant.”
 
“What was the something?” I asked.
 
“Hush, now,” she said.
 
But I wanted to know. She was thin with worrying, our mother. She combed out her long fair hair with her fingers, closed her eyes. She was made almost entirely out of worries and magic.
 
“Was it a voice?” If it was a voice, it would sound like dry leaves.
 
“I said hush, Lenny, it’s my story. I took you across the hall to Mrs. Gaspar’s and then I caught the number twenty-four. The voice said, Get on that number twenty-four, Cynthia, because it doesn’t do the loop to Safeway. It goes all the way down Second with only five stops.”
 
I tried to imagine a voice like whispering leaves saying all that. I rolled my eyes at Davey but he ignored me because he loved his sudden-arrival story.
 
“You were a week late already. I sweated on that bus. I must have sweated a gallon. Then I stepped off that bus, down onto the sidewalk near that hospital, and wouldn’t you know it, I get a contraction that bends me in half and then another one just a minute later. And I get two more and I haven’t even made it to the hospital front door, Davey. And there were people running from everywhere but I had you right there on the doorstep with everyone walking past.”
 
“Holy Batman,” said Davey.
 
But it wasn’t like we hadn’t heard the story before. He knew there was more to come.
 
“But the thing was,” she said, “when you were born, they told me you had a true knot in your cord. A true knot, pulled tight, and that’s why you came out so quick, because my body and your body knew you’d run out of air and blood if you didn’t.”
 
Air and blood. I always repeated that part in my head. Air and blood.
 
“Gee,” said Davey.
 
“You almost might have never been,” said Mother.
 
“I’m glad you got the number twenty-four,” said Davey.
 
“You were a beautiful baby,” said Mother.
 
“Was I?” asked Davey.
 
“So beautiful,” said Mother.
 
But she didn’t mention the dark heart feeling to him, not ever, not once. That was always our secret. That was never in the story. She never told him how she asked Dr. Leopold if everything was fine.
 
“Why, he’s a perfect bouncing baby boy,” said Dr. Leopold.
 
“Are you sure?”
 
“Why, he’s perfectly normal,” said Dr. Leopold on the perfect summer day.
 
So she smiled and agreed.
 
“Father’s name?” the doctor asked. He was filling out the birth certificate.
 
“Peter Lenard Spink,” said Mother. “L-e-n-a-r-d.”
 
“Will Mr. Spink be in tomorrow to see his boy?” asked the doctor.
 
“Yes,” said Mother. “Yes, he will be.”
 

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Lenny's Book of Everything 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
cloggiedownunder More than 1 year ago
“Sometimes I felt like Charlie the Walking Stick insect, completely stuck in the bug catcher of my family.” Lenny’s Book of Everything is a book for young readers (10+ but any age will enjoy this) by award-winning Australian author, Karen Foxlee. There are only three people in Lenore (Lenny) Spink’s family now: her mother Cynthia (Cindy); Lenny; and her big little brother David (Davey); her father, Peter Lenard Spink left on a Greyhound bus the day before Davey turned five, and hasn’t come back. It was about then, too, that Davey began to grow, too fast. Nanna Flora lives far way but rings once a month. Cindy works hard as a nursing aide to support the family. It’s not easy because Davey grows so fast he always needs new clothes and shoes. She entered (and won!) a competition for a full set of Burrell’s Build-It-At-Home Encyclopedia, so every week, almost like punctuation of their lives, Lenny and Davey look forward to what the next issue will bring. Lenny’s a bit hung up on Beetles; Davey loves the Golden Eagle; one day they will go to the Great Bear Lake together and Davey will build a log cabin. When Cindy is at work, Lenny and Davey are looked after by Mrs Gaspar, the Hungarian lady in number 17. Despite his size, everyone at school loves Davey, and of course Lenny does too, although “… I was ashamed of him sometimes. Everyone loved him but I was ashamed of how big he was and how he needed a grown-up chair and how much he leaned and how he was so loud and happy when he talked about tractors. And … the shame of being ashamed was even worse than the shame. The shame of being ashamed made me feel hot and sweaty and wild, like I was growing fur, like I was a werewolf. I was a monster for thinking such things. That’s what it felt like to be ashamed of being ashamed of Davey.” Foxlee gives the reader a cast of wonderful characters: some appealing, some a bit nasty, some quirky. Cindy seems fiercely determined to maintain her independence and manage without help, but Davey’s sweetness brings caring folk into their lives just the same. The correspondence between Cindy and Burrell’s Publishing Company graduates from indignant complaint (Cindy) and stiffly officious form letters (Burrell’s), to warmly caring and personal notes. She gives her characters many wise words: “Loneliness was like a town. You found yourself there. you didn’t even know how it happened. And there were no buses out. No trains. People had to come in. Like loneliness rescue teams” is just one example. In Lenny’s narrative, Foxlee easily captures the mind, the thoughts and feelings, the essence of being a kid in the seventies. Lenny worries: about Cindy’s dark heart feeling; about Davey’s excessive growth; about the reason Peter left; about having a clean pressed hankie for school; about the beetles she’s got hidden in her room; about Davey’s operation; about Mr King (King of Fruit)’s interest in her mom; about her secret Great Aunt Em being alone. These are characters that get under the reader’s skin, get into the heart and, despite the sad ending being apparent from the blurb, there will be few readers who don’t find a lump in the throat or tears welling by the last few chapters. The comparison to The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas? This one is much better than that! A moving and heart-warming read. This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by Allen&Unwin.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Poignant ~ Beautiful ~ Affecting tl: dr: Everything can be as big or as small as you make it, or sometimes the size is completely out of your hands. In this story, Lenny shares the challenges of living with a single mom and a brother who has a rare condition in which he can't stop growing. This book, though, is one of those lovely sad/happy books where the central challenge is presented as a matter of course. Her brother is growing beyond the space of their house. The father has left. And, they will work to deal with their normal, no matter how it changes. Foxless was a new voice to me. I was glad to find her. For an adult the book is quick, engrossing read. There will be tears. For a younger middle-grade reader, I might encourage pacing yourself. This book is emotionally raw, particularly, for any sibling who deals with watching their brother or sister go through challenges. I really loved this book. Even remember the story now, typing this, I get the feels. Thanks to Random House Children's and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
marongm8 More than 1 year ago
When I finished this book, I completely lost it. The bond that Lenny and Davey had was so inspiring that the strength they had with each other was so motivational and inspiring that it made me rethink some of the life choices that I have made. I also admired Lenny's commitment to Davey in helping him get through his trials and tribulations, showed me how admirable this book really is. It reminded me a lot of Bridge to Terrabithia and if you are a fan of that book you will definitely love this book. We will consider adding this book to our JFiction section at our library. That is why we give this book 5 stars.