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A headstrong girl. A stray cat. A wild boy. A man who plays with fire. Eleven-year-old Zo� trusts no one. Her father left before she was born. At the death of her irresponsible mother, Zo� goes to live with her uncle, former surgeon and famed metal sculptor Dr. Henry Royster. She's sure Henry will fail her as everyone else has. Reclusive since his wife's death, Henry takes Zo� to Sugar Hill, North... More

A headstrong girl. A stray cat. A wild boy. A man who plays with fire. Eleven-year-old Zo� trusts no one. Her father left before she was born. At the death of her irresponsible mother, Zo� goes to live with her uncle, former surgeon and famed metal sculptor Dr. Henry Royster. She's sure Henry will fail her as everyone else has. Reclusive since his wife's death, Henry takes Zo� to Sugar Hill, North Carolina, where he welds sculptures as stormy as his moods. Zo� and Henry have much in common: brains, fiery and creative natures, and badly broken hearts. Zo� confronts small-town prejudice with a quick temper. She warms to Henry's odd but devoted friends, meets a mysterious teenage boy living wild in the neighboring woods, and works to win the trust of a feral cat while struggling to trust in anyone herself. In this ALA Notable Children's Book and Kirkus Reviews Best Children's Book of the Year, Zo�'s questing spirit leads her to uncover the wild boy's identity, lay bare a local lie, and begin to understand the true power of Henry's art. Then one decisive night, she and the boy risk everything in a reckless act of heroism.

I'd hoped for better, Henry's being a heart doctor. A job like that, you'd think he might actually have a heart.
As usual, I pushed the cart down the aisle myself, taking what I needed off the shelves, the new grown-up as useless as those before him. Negative help, as Mama's friend Manny used to say, negative being less than none. No big deal. Grocery shopping and I were old friends, along with toilet scrubbing, vacuuming, and wash.
Said grown-up-my before-last-Monday-never-heard-of Uncle Henry-trailed behind, ... alternating between keeping five or six paces back like I was contagious and breathing down my neck in the unlikely event I needed him for something. I wondered why he'd claimed me at all. -FROM THE BOOK

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