Saturday, September 26, 2009

The Witch of Beaver Creek Mine by Rosemarie Nerrvelle

My mom cried a lot while she was reading this to us.

This story is set in Nova Scotia during World War II. My Oma was two years old when it was set. I liked learning about how kids lived back then. The story had a lot of boys in it but the one girl was fearless and she was a nature girl too. Her name was Silky. She collected a big spider and she caught a really big eel with just a safety pin.

Beaver Creek Mine doesn't really exist. There were gold mines there a long time ago. Loon Lake exists and so does Cobequid Road and the big town Bedford, and the city Halifax. We looked on Google maps and found all these places. There is a gold mine museum in Waverly and a town called Montague Gold Mines. We're going to go on a trip to try and find all the places mentioned in the story and visit the gold mine museum.

The story was really about Old Maud, the witch, who isn't really a witch, and Johnny Lightfoot. The story is about them becoming friends and finding out they're family.

This story was really exciting. It was strange that the author suddenly introduced a whole new set of characters in the middle though.

3 comments:

  1. You make this book sound so interesting. Do Maud and Johnny Lightfoot fall in love or do they find out they are related?

    What was exciting about the story?

    Great book review!

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  2. Johnny Lightfoot is thirteen years old and Maud is 69. She is Johnny's grandfather's cousin. It was exciting everywhere! Thare was a bobcat attack, and a mine cave in, and kids lost in the mine, and drunken lumberjacks who wanted to kill Maud because they thought she took the lost kids, and lots more!

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  3. That does sound exciting! I would probably have skipped ahead pages and then read backwards when it came to the part about maud being accused of taking the kids. I can't stand the injustice and suspense in scenes like that.

    Thanks for clearing up the family part - I had a great aunt when I was a little girl who was kind of witchy. Adults found her odd but she would have tea parties with me and she believed in magic and talked to me like a real person. I thought that she was the greatest. I think that older, special people are important in our lives.

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