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Yolonda's Genius by Carol Fenner
4.0
Yolanda collects new words from the dictionary at the library. She did it in Chicago and continued after Mama moved them to Grand River to be safer. The day she found a good definition for genuis, she realized who her brother really was.
"True genius rearranges old material in a way never seen before."
"She stood there for a long time, her finger on genius. She was so accustomed to the things Andrew could do that she never really noticed them. Everyone was always more concerned about what Andrew couldn't do--like taking forever to learn to talk. And Yolanda remembered the fuss over why baby Andrew wasn't walking. Other kids his age were toddling bowlegged from chair tomchair, and Andrew sat contentedly blowing sounds from his harmonica...
Now suddenly, she thought of the things that angel-faced boy could do. If rhere was music on the TV or the blaster, he could keep it company by beating out a rhythm on anything...Or he would play a sweet line of sound on his harmonica just underneath the music, like water under a bridge. He played people's voices--an argument, cries of surprise, hushed conversation. The harmonica lived in his pocket. He fell asleep with it in his hand."
Yolanda sets out to let her mother and the world know that Andrew is a genius.
"True genius rearranges old material in a way never seen before."
"She stood there for a long time, her finger on genius. She was so accustomed to the things Andrew could do that she never really noticed them. Everyone was always more concerned about what Andrew couldn't do--like taking forever to learn to talk. And Yolanda remembered the fuss over why baby Andrew wasn't walking. Other kids his age were toddling bowlegged from chair tomchair, and Andrew sat contentedly blowing sounds from his harmonica...
Now suddenly, she thought of the things that angel-faced boy could do. If rhere was music on the TV or the blaster, he could keep it company by beating out a rhythm on anything...Or he would play a sweet line of sound on his harmonica just underneath the music, like water under a bridge. He played people's voices--an argument, cries of surprise, hushed conversation. The harmonica lived in his pocket. He fell asleep with it in his hand."
Yolanda sets out to let her mother and the world know that Andrew is a genius.