the tiger rising

Yesterday I got The Tiger Rising from the library. I bet you can guess who it's by. All of that author's books have a medal and animal. The first blog I wrote by this author has the I forgot medal and the animal is a dog, the second book I wrote about with the medal is the John Newberry Medal and the animals are rats and mice and last but not least the tiger rising has the nationl book award finalist award and the animal is a Tiger. The Rising Tiger is 116 pages long and this is the page I'm writing on this blog.

I got clean some rooms she said. You aint going to forget what I told you about legs, are you. No ma"am  said Rob. What"d I tell you then? she said towering over him. Wille May was tall, the tallest person Rob had ever seen. To let the saddness rise. Rob said he repeted the words as if they were part of a poem. He gave them a certian rythm, the same way Wille may had when she said them. That's right said Wille May You got to let the saddnes rise on up. She left the room in swirl of licorice and smoke; after she was gone Rob wished that he had told her about the tiger. He felt a sudden desperate needed to tell somebody who was capable of beliveing in tigers