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Paperback | March 23, 2010

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A stunning novel of the Holocaust from Newbery Medalist, Jerry Spinelli

He's a boy called Jew. Gypsy. Stopthief. Filthy son of Abraham.

He's a boy who lives in the streets of Warsaw. He's a boy who steals food for himself, and the other orphans. He's a boy who believes in bread, and mothers, and angels.

He's a boy who wants to be a Nazi, with tall, shiny jackboots of his own-until the day that suddenly makes him change his mind.

And when the trains come to empty the Jews from the ghetto of the damned, he's a boy who realizes it's safest of all to be nobody.

Newbery Medalist Jerry Spinelli takes us to one of the most devastating settings imaginable-Nazi-occupied Warsaw during World War II-and tells a tale of heartbreak, hope, and survival through the bright eyes of a young Holocaust orphan.

From the Hardcover edition.
JERRY SPINELLI is the author of many novels for young readers, including The Warden's Daughter; Stargirl; Love, Stargirl; Milkweed; Crash; Wringer; and Maniac Magee, winner of the Newbery Medal; along with Knots in My Yo-Yo String, the autobiography of his childhood. A graduate of Gettysburg College, he lives in Pennsylvania with h...
Title:MilkweedFormat:PaperbackDimensions:240 pages, 8 × 5.25 × 0.51 inPublished:March 23, 2010Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375861475

ISBN - 13:9780375861475

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17


Rated 4 out of 5 by from From a child's POV I felt that Milkweed started off slow but wow... that ending. I teared up and the story stayed with me days later. It reminded me of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (by John Boyne) because it's told through a child's eyes. There is an innocence about the grave and horrifying things happening around him.
Date published: 2017-07-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Where do I begin... This book pretty well brought me to tears (and I am not at all an emotional person) and had me thinking about it for the next few weeks. That is all I will say, don't hesitate to read it
Date published: 2017-01-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful Story The children's confusion and the adults' silence throughout the story really tugs at the heart strings. Identity plays a huge part in the story, as several characters struggle with coming to terms with their own identity. The ending will lead readers to think more about why certain characters stayed silent while others chose to be openly vocal.
Date published: 2016-12-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I'm Not Crying, You're Crying I bought this book mostly because I loved Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. I wasn't sure what to expect reading a book about the Holocaust. Not going to lie, as I read the book, I often thought of the boy to be a little stupid at times. But he gradually grew on me. I loved the rawness of his thoughts and his innocence. At the end, I ended up crying. Definitely a must-read!
Date published: 2016-12-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A New Perspective. This novel tells the story of the Holocaust from the eyes of a innocent child, giving it a new perspective.
Date published: 2016-12-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Through the eyes of s child #plumreview Milkweed is a story that will stay with me. Told from the point of view of a young boy, alone in the streets of Warsaw as the Nazis move in, Milkweed is a story of not understanding, of coping, and ultimately of surviving. I will be looking for more books by Jerry Spinelli.
Date published: 2016-12-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heartbreaking yet Beautiful Written from the perspective of a young boy surviving during Nazi rule, Milkweed is equal parts heartbreaking and beautiful. A new perspective for young readers learning about the horrific treatment of people during the holocaust, Milkweed is relatable, well developed and impossible to put down.
Date published: 2016-11-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Enticing, Funny, and Suspenseful! Jerry Spinelli is an amazing author who combines history and his talent of writing to create an amazing story. He is a very good author who deserves one hundred percent props for his highly skilled writing in "Milkweed". This was an epic story with an odd chain of events that occur in Warsaw, Germany at the time of World War II. The book ends in a very creative and surprising twist that will make readers and listeners cry. An honestly amazing read. With an amazing hook it will drag readers in against will. A very surprising beginning and end. Spinelli has the ability to make you feel like you're actually in the war and the ghetto. The suspense of the events gives you shivers and goose bumps. With the true events that took place in Warsaw at the time of World War II along with creative writing, this is a true historical fiction. True events with fictional characters to teach you about what happened in the war. An enticing, funny, suspenseful, and witty must read book drags in the power of joy and sorrow. Jerry Spinelli has the ability to manipulate facts from the past to perfect his writing. Four thumbs up and a ten star rating. Jerry Spinelli is a truly skilled author. By C.T. Grade 7; age 12
Date published: 2011-12-02

Read from the Book

1MEMORYI am running.That’s the first thing I remember. Running. I carry something, my arm curled around it, hugging it to my chest. Bread, of course. Someone is chasing me. “Stop! Thief!” I run. People. Shoulders. Shoes. “Stop! Thief!”Sometimes it is a dream. Sometimes it is a memory in the middle of the day as I stir iced tea or wait for soup to heat. I never see who is chasing and calling me. I never stop long enough to eat the bread. When I awaken from dream or memory, my legs are tingling.2SUMMERHe was dragging me, running. He was much bigger. My feet skimmed over the ground. Sirens were screaming. His hair was red. We flew through streets and alleyways. There we thumping noises, like distant thunder. The people we bounced off didn’t seem to notice us. The sirens were screaming like babies. At last we plunged into a dark hole.“You’re lucky,” he said. “Soon it won’t be ladies chasing you. It will be Jackboots.”“Jackboots?” I said.“You’ll see.”I wondered who the Jackboots were. Were unfooted boots running along the streets?“Okay,” he said, “hand it over.”“Hand what over?” I said.He reached into my shirt and pulled out the loaf of bread. He broke it in half. He shoved one half at me and began to eat the other.“You’re lucky I didn’t kill you,” he said. “That lady you took this from, I was just getting ready to snatch it for myself.”“I’m lucky,” I said.He burped. “You’re quick. You took it before I even knew what happened. That lady was rich. Did you see the way she was dressed? She’ll just buy ten more.”I ate my bread.More thumping sounds in the distance. “What is that?” I asked him.“Jackboot artillery,” he said.“What’s artillery?”“Big guns. Boom boom. They’re shelling the city.” He stared at me. “Who are you?”I didn’t understand the question.“I’m Uri,” he said. “What’s your name. I gave him my name. “Stopthief.”3He took me to meet the others. We were in a stable. The horses were there. Usually they would be out on the streets, but they were home now because the Jackboots were boom-booming the city and it was too dangerous for horses. We sat in a stall near the legs of a sad-faced gray. The horse pooped. Two of the kids got up and went to the next stall, another horse. A moment later came the sound of water splashing on straw. The two came back. One of them said, “I’ll take the poop.”“Where did you find him?” said a boy smoking a cigarette.“Down by the river,” said Uri. “He snatched a loaf from a rich lady coming out of the Bread Box.”Another boy said, “Why didn’t you snatch it from him?” This one was smoking a cigar as long as his face.Uri looked at me. “I don’t know.”“He’s a runt,” someone said. “Look at him.”“Stand up,” said someone else.I looked at Uri. Uri flicked his finger. I stood.“Go there,” someone said. I felt a foot on my back, pushing me toward the horse.“See,” said the cigar smoker, “he doesn’t even come halfway up to the horse’s dumper.”A voice behind me squawked, “The horse could dump a new hat on him!”Everyone, even Uri, howled with laughter. Explosions went off beyond the walls.The boys who were not smoking were eating. In the corner of the stable was a pile as tall as me. There was bread in all shapes and sausages of all lengths and colors and fruits and candies. But only half of it was food. All sorts of other things glittered in the pile. I saw watches and combs and ladies’ lipsticks and eyeglasses. I saw the thin flat face of a fox peering out.“What’s his name?” said someone.Uri nodded at me. “Tell them your name.”“Stopthief,” I said.Someone crowed, “It speaks!”Smoke burst from mouths as the boys laughed.One boy did not laugh. He carried a cigarette behind each ear. “I think he’s cuckoo.”Another boy got up and came over to me. He leaned down. He sniffed. He pinched his nose. “He smells.” He blew smoke into my face.“Look,” someone called, even the smoke can’t stand him. It’s turning green!”They laughed.The smoke blower backed off. “So, Stopthief, are you a smelly cuckoo?”I didn’t know what to say.“He’s stupid,” said the unlaughing boy. “He’ll get us in trouble.”“He’s quick,” said Uri. “And he’s little.”“He’s a runt.”“Runt is good,” said Uri.“Are you a Jew?” said the boy in my face.“I don’t know,” I said.He kicked my foot. “How can you not know? You’re a Jew or you’re not a Jew.”I shrugged.“I told you, he’s stupid,” said the unlaugher.“He’s young,” said Uri. “He’s just a little kid.”“How old are you?” said the smoke blower.“I don’t know,” I said.The smoke blower threw up his hands. “Don’t you know anything?”“He’s stupid.”“He’s a stupid Jew.”“A smelly stupid Jew.”“A tiny smelly stupid Jew!”More laughter. Each time they laughed, they threw food at each other and at the horse.The smoke blower pressed my nose with the tip of his finger. “Can you do this?” He leaned back until he was facing the ceiling. He puffed on the cigarette until his cheeks, even his eyes, were bulging. His face looked like a balloon. It was grinning. I was sure he was going to destroy me with his faceful of smoke, but he didn’t. He turned to the horse, lifted its tail, and blew a stream of silvery smoke at the horse’s behind. The horse nickered.Everyone howled. Even the unlaugher. Even me.The pounding in the distance was like my heartbeat after running.“He must be a Jew,” someone said.“What’s a Jew?” I said.“Answer the runt,” someone said. “Tell him what a Jew is.” The unlaugher kicked ground straw at a boy who hadn’t spoken. The boy had only one arm. “That’s a Jew.” He pointed to himself. “This is a Jew.” He pointed to the others. “That’s a Jew. That’s a Jew. That’s a Jew.” He pointed to the horse. “That’s a Jew.” He fell to his knees and scrabbled in the straw near the horse flop. He found something. He held it out to me. It was a small brown insect. “This is a Jew. Look. Look!” He startled me. “A Jew is an animal. A Jew is a bug. A Jew is less than a bug.” He threw the insect into the flop. “A Jew is that.”Others cheered and clapped.“Yeah! Yeah!”“I’m a horse turd!”“I’m a goose turd!”A boy pointed at me. “He’s a Jew all right. Look at him. He’s a Jew if I ever saw one.”“Yeah, he’s in for it all right.”I looked at the boy who spoke. He was munching on a sausage. “What am I in for?” I said.He snorted. “Strawberry babka.”“We’re all in for it,” said someone else. “We’re in for it good.”From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

"An extremely powerful book. Readers will be gripped by this story of a young orphan in Warsaw." -- Boston Herald"Jerry Spinelli has fashioned a novel of beauty out of the ugliness of the Holocaust. It is a superb book, one of the best you will read." -- BookPage"Stunning." -- Kirkus Reviews, Starred "Spinelli creates a masterful achievement, a war story to be put alongside J. G. Ballard's Empire of the Sun and a literary accompaniement to Roberto Benigni's Life Is Beautiful." -- VOYA"An unforgettable novel."--Library Media Connection, Starred"Part survival adventure, part Holocaust history, [this] novel tells the story through the eyes of a Polish orphan on the run from the Nazis."--Booklist, Starred review"This is a superb addition to the canon of young adult literature."--Jewish Book World"Unforgettable. . . a powerful story about one small boy's courage during a horrifying period of history. A heartbreaking and ultimately hopeful story." -- The Midwest Book Review