The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise by Dan Gemeinhart


I cry all the time when I read… like ALL THE TIME. Now we all know, there’s different types of crying.  There’s beautiful crying where you look like the heroine on a Romance novel. Your shiny lustrous hair is blowing in the wind, your face is glowing and rosy, your eyes are glistening …. Only glistening, with maybe a single tear.  Then there’s trying not to cry crying, where you sniffle a lot and you try and pass it off like of a sudden you got a cold and your nose is just runny. And your eyes are red from desperately trying to hold the tears in. You think everyone just thinks you just recently developed an allergy.  Everyone knows you want to cry. Then there’s ugly crying. You don’t give a crap when you’re ugly crying. There’s snots, gasping for breathe, the neckline of your shirt is literally wet with your tears. Makeup is smearing, you’re choking, you’ll never be happy again…. Ugly tears. I regularly experience different stops along the crying spectrum with different books I’m reading.  The problem is, that I’m sometimes reading and sobbing at my desk in the Children’s room…. This book was just one of those amazing stories that literally had me tearing up like every other page but it was so beautiful I didn't mind at all.  They were sad tears just more like all the feelings tears, beautiful crying. But those last few chapters, the tear ducts opened and the floods came. I hung out in trying not to cry crying for like half a second because I was at my desk...openly weeping,,,, at my desk.... so embarrassing.  There had to be some effort to hold it together. But that was short lived and I landed in ugly crying for the novel's end. At this point, I’m pretty sure the rest of the staff is used to occasionally walking in on me with an open book, red eyes, tears streaming down my face, and sniffles.  I actually wonder if they know I’m crying because of a book… or maybe they just think I’m the Children’s Librarian version of Moaning Myrtle (they wouldn’t be totally wrong…)

Anyway despite this crying disquisition, it was a spectacular book.  Often I’ll read such an amazing book filled with deep, deep emotion and hand it off to a tween with a warning, “This was great but get ready for the feels.”  They come back and tell me, “This was sad?” So I connected to the love, loss, heartbreak and hope but many a Tween might just love the goofy story of a Dad and his daughter living and driving around in a school bus.  They might just like the adventure; the characters that get pick uped along the way. They might like the silliness, the uniqueness, the coolness, and the friendship. Either way it was a remarkable read!!!
For Ages: 8 years old and up
For Those That Liked: Holes, Raymie Nightingale, Flora and Ulysses, Summerlost