Title: Jenny Page-Jumper
Genre: MG Fantasy
Word Count: 47,000
Book-obsessed fifth-grader, Jenny, just wants to be left alone with a good book. She can’t be bothered with things like Math or other lowly schoolwork. This comfortable life ends when the adults in her school decide to “help” her. That help lands her in the principal’s office, and causes her to parents to yell at each other when they think she isn’t listening. Suddenly, it’s not enough to just read the books; she needs a real escape. She finds her hiding place in the words of Gary Paulsen’s Hatchet. The scenery and creatures of the Canadian wilderness become her comfort, but it’s all real this time. Too real. Every single tree. The cold, the danger, and the hunger tormenting her are proof.
JENNY PAGE-JUMPER is a 47,000 word MG fantasy about a fifth grader who magically transports into the books she reads. It may be a thrilling ability, but it’s going to take her a while to figure it out. She would love to tell someone about her amazing, dangerous, and puzzling adventures; but they already think she’s crazy. Jenny told me she is willing to stick around for a series of books about her adventures in a variety of books. She’s pretty flexible that way.
I wish I were invisible. Just for 40 minutes. 4 minutes. At least long enough to finish. Just let me finish!
“Jenny! Jenny!” the teacher’s voice vibrated off the wall behind me, and slipped in my ear. It sounded like she was getting closer. “Jenny, pay attention. Put the book down please!” I looked across at woman in a gray sweater and comfortable shoes. The teacher hadn’t moved from her place at the front of the room. Maybe I had. Obediently I put my book page down on the desk and glanced up at the smart board where Mrs. Lucas was pointing. “How do I find the median of this list of numbers?”
Really? What was she talking about?
“Umm. I…well…add them?” I guessed.
Just another day in Math class, inches from a good book, yet forced to think about numbers instead. I longed to be on a beach somewhere, or in a hermit’s shack, not here in a rickety old school desk. Not daring to touch my book yet, I looked down at it, willing it to flip over so I could read just one more word. I could picture the bottom of page 730. The teacher sighed. I could feel her burning stare in my direction before finally calling on Cyrus to figure out the median problem for the class. One minute. Two. Three minutes later, I let my hand creep back toward the book so slowly only I would notice it moving.