The sky is scrubbed clean and blue today, and I’m at my favorite coffee shop writing (also drinking their coffee and using their electricity, both of which are hard to come by at my house… thanks, Koffee Kat!). Other than the power outage and a few downed trees, my neighborhood was mostly spared by Hurricane Irene, but my heart is breaking for friends in Southern VT, where historic covered bridges were washed away and whole villages are flooded or isolated by washed-out roads. Here’s hoping for brighter skies and rebuilding…
What the Storm Brought
Kate Messner © 2011
We watched Irene creep up the coast,
And so we knew
She was coming to steal things away.
Sunshine and almost-ripe tomatoes,
Open windows, electricity, and peace of mind.
She sucked at our riverbanks
Lapping greedy gulps of mud,
Gobbling asphalt like candy
Until the spans above the water
Gave way.
She swallowed them whole.
Except the old covered bridges
Weathered timbers aged like fine cheese.
These delicacies
She carried along on her waves
And savored them, splinter by rail.
But the storm brought something too
Something more than water in the basement,
Confetti showers of flying leaves,
And bouquets of pine needles
Arranged in the window screens.
She brought a neighbor to the door
“Just to make sure everything’s okay.”
And did I need him to clean out the gutters?
He was wearing one of those mesh water shoes;
The other foot was bare.
But he was smiling.
Ready to climb ladders in the wind
That way if we needed him.
She brought a chill to the sun room,
And that brought the girl,
Still in pajamas,
With a blanket and her book
And mine,
to my side.
And just before she left for the night,
She brought a chess game by candlelight-
The boy won in a dozen moves,
And then built a toaster.
“Here,” he said. “Try it out.”
Battery-operated, it warmed our bread
On a delicate net of nichrome wires
Until it was lightly browned
With only a slight metallic aftertaste.
We laughed.
And nothing I’ve eaten in the dark
With waves pounding the beach
And wind raging in the trees
Has ever tasted so fine.
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(Those lines above were for my poet friends. Here, now, for the engineers, is the toaster. It actually works pretty well.)












The premise of this book should hook kids right from the start: When one girl is accidentally abducted when her mother’s car is stolen, the daughter of the car thief, a child the same age, quietly helps her by bringing her food while she’s hiding in the family’s garage. Years later, those same girls meet at summer camp, recognize one another, and come face to face (literally) with the past that connects them.
This book is brilliant. When a friend recommended it and I read on the back that it’s about “aging punk rockers,” I have to admit, I was skeptical. But Egan sucked me in with a stunning first chapter and didn’t let go. And really, the book isn’t about aging punk rockers at all. It’s about how hard it is to be a person – and how beautiful it is, too. 