The Middle of Everywhere
Just then, I hear more sniffling. It's getting louder, coming closer. When I peek out through the crack, I'm confused. There's a mountain of snow out there. Only it wasn't there before. Where could all that snow have come from? Of course, it isn't snow. It's a bear. A polar bear. Or part of a polar bear, anyhow. I can't see the top or the bottom of him from here-just his giant furry white mountain of a middle. Even crouched over, he's huge. My jaw drops, and every part of me is shaking-my hands, my knees, even my belly. I want to speak, but I know I mustn't. Besides, right now, I don't think my mouth would work. I'm too afraid. My fear is pure and cold and overpowering. Fifteen-year-old Noah Thorpe is spending the school term in George River, in Quebec's far North. The Inuit call Noah a Qallunaaq-the Inuktitut word for a non-Inuit person, someone ignorant of the customs of the North. Noah thinks the Inuit have a strange way of looking at the world, plus they eat raw meat and seal blubber. Most have never left George River-a town that doesn't even have its own doctor, let alone a McDonald's. But Noah's views change when he realizes he will have to learn a few lessons from his Inuit buddies if he wants to survive the North.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - librarybrandy - LibraryThing
Noah has recently moved from Montreal to George River, in Quebec's Far North, to spend a school term with his father in the isolated Inuit community. Living in a town of 700 people, with only one road ... Read full review
THE MIDDLE OF EVERYWHEREUser Review - Kirkus
Noah's mom thinks he needs to spend some time with his father, who happens to live in the village of George River, in Quebec's Far North. The Arctic landscape, climate and culture are different from ... Read full review