Mandy — Barbara D. Booth

Mandy stared out the window and shivered, She hated the dark; it made her so alone. At night she couldn't sign to her friends or see anyone's lips when they spoke. it felt as if the world ended at the edge of her flashlight beam.

But she looked at Grandma's tear-streaked face and bare collar. The silver pin Grandpa had given her so long ago was lost somewhere in the woods. And even though a stormy night was beginning, Mandy was determined to find it.

Barbara Booth's beautiful text and )im LaMarche's luminescent paintings give readers a rare insight into the world of a very special deaf child.