A sweetly satisfying novel about a girl and her lost dog, perfect for fans of Jennifer E. Holm and Kirby Larson.   Rosie’s led a charmed life with her loving dad, who runs the town donut shop. It’s true her mother abandoned them when Rosie was just a baby, but her dad’s all she’s ever needed. But now that her father’s had a stroke, Rosie lives with her tough-as-nails grandfather. And her beloved dog, Gloaty Gus, has just gone missing.   Rosie’s determined to find him. With the help of a new friend and her own determination, she’ll follow the trail anywhere . . . no matter where it leads. If she doesn’t drive the whole world crazy in the meantime.   Kimberly Newton Fusco’s tender story brings to life a feisty, unsinkable, unstoppable, unforgettable girl who knows she’s a fighter . . . if she can only figure out who’s already on her side.   Praise for Kimberly Newton Fusco’s Beholding Bee:   “Fans of Kate DiCamillo, Jennifer Holm, and Polly Horvath will find this an enjoyable and engrossing read.” — School Library Journal   “[A] really terrific, hopeful story. . . . This could be my favorite middle-grade novel of [the year].” — The Christian Science Monitor   “A modern twist on fairy godmothers [with] strong, supportive women who don’t need to provide a Prince Charming to make dreams come true.” — The Horn Book Gr 3–5—Rosie has had a very difficult year. That's what her fifth grade teacher writes in the comment section of her report card, and it's true. Until now, Rosie has lived a charmed existence with her doughnut shop—owning, book-loving father and her very bad (but very lovable) dog, Augustus. But then one terrible day, her father has a stroke and Rosie is forced to live with her tough-as-nails, anchovy-eating grandfather. Things become even more unbearable when her estranged mother makes a quick trip from California to get Rosie's life in order—and gives away Rosie's beloved Augustus and won't reveal where she sent him. As Rosie embarks on a relentless quest in search of her BFF, she encounters obstacles (her prickly grandpa, her rickety and dangerous bicycle, and the swirling grit that blows through the sandpit-ridden town where she lives), with little help from others. But Rosie won't quit, and her journey takes her to unexpected places. Readers' hearts will ache along with Rosie's as she struggles to find not only her dog but also love and belonging in her harsh surroundings. The slow pace may test readers' patience. But where the novel may lag in plot, it makes up for in character, with a fleet of unforgettable personalities who both guide and thwart Rosie. VERDICT This heartfelt tale with a rewarding ending will appeal to young fans of Kate DiCamillo, Holly Goldberg Sloan, and Jennifer Holm. Recommended for libraries serving middle grade readers.—Laura Lintz, Henrietta Public Library, Rochester, NY "Magnificent."— Kirkus   Reviews  starred review Praise for Kimberly Newton Fusco’s Beholding Bee:   “Fans of Kate DiCamillo, Jennifer Holm, and Polly Horvath will find this an enjoyable and engrossing read.” — School Library Journal   “[A] really terrific, hopeful story. . . . This could be my favorite middle-grade novel of [the year].” — The Christian Science Monitor   “A modern twist on fairy godmothers [with] strong, supportive women who don’t need to provide a Prince Charming to make dreams come true.” — The Horn Book KIMBERLY NEWTON FUSCO is the author of three other novels, Tending to Grace, The Wonder of Charlie Anne, and Beholding Bee, which garnered many accolades. Before becoming a novelist, she was an award-winning reporter and editor for the Worcester Telegram & Gazette. Ms. Fusco lives in Foster, Rhode Island, with her family. Visit her on the Web at kimberlynewtonfusco.com and @kimnewtonfusco. 1       My grandpa Harry says vinegar runs through my veins and I am too impatient for my own good.   He says I stomp around like a moose half the time and I am proud, prickly, and rude.   Also, I am thin as an eel and, come to think of it, not much better to look at, either.   Hornets whirl up in me when my grandpa talks like this, I can tell you that. I read in my encyclopedia of facts--The World Book of Unbelievable and Spectacular Things--that if you wanted to cuss someone out in the Middle Ages, you called him a clay-brained boar-pig, so that’s what I say to Harry.   “What?” he sputters. “Where in the name of Pete did you pick that up?”   I let my grandpa think about it as the afternoon train rumbles into town and shakes our skinny apartment beside the tracks. Grit from the sandpits sifts like sugar through the window screens. Harry swallows the last of his sardines and crackers with a big gulp of black coffee, pushes the newspaper away, and grabs his fishing hat. “Don’t you dare go anywhere on that old bike,” he growls. “I don’t care if school just let out for the summer. Thunder’s rolling in.”   When he stomps out, his gruff Marines voice marches right af