Books with title The Yellow God

It’s just tutu much fun! What do you do with a beautiful yellow tutu? Why, put it on your head and pretend you’re a ray of sunshine! Little girls will love the story of Margo, a girl with a tutu and a brilliantly imaginative mind. Lively text and charming illustrations that celebrate individuality and friendship will have fans of this new author-illustrator sister act calling for an encore!

A pessimist at heart, Conor Hudson feels utterly ordinary in a school filled with obscenely wealthy and freakishly gorgeous students. Her only desire is to blend into the background at Westmore Academy, a school for the intellectually-gifted nestled in the historic district of Savannah, Georgia. A mysterious note found in her locker one rainy day sparks a journey of self-discovery she never imagined possible. Conor discovers the beauty of self-love, lifelong friendships, and unconventional family bonds with the help of a mysterious note-writer and her two best friends, the fiercely loyal Shay Tucker, and the kind, yet perplexing, Noah Grayson. It doesn’t take long for Conor to question her view of life, allowing new friends (and even a boyfriend or two) to break down her protective walls. As her circle of friends grows, so does her ability to see herself as others do - anything but ordinary. When Conor finally discovers the identity of her mysterious pen-pal, she couldn’t be more surprised. When she learns the deeper reason behind the love letters, she is reconnected with two people she thought she had lost forever. After the final piece of the puzzle falls into place, her view of life is changed forever - crazy, beautiful, wonderful life. And it all began with a little yellow note.

Excerpt:It was a Saturday evening in November, the air thick with darkness and a drizzling rain, the streets black and shining where lamplight fell upon the mud on the paths and the pools in the roadway, when I found my way to King's Cross on this small errand of kindness. King's Cross is a most unlovely purlieu at its best, which must be in the first dawn of a summer day, when the innocence of morning smiles along its squalid streets, and the people of the place, who cannot be so wretched as they look, are shut within their poor and furtive homes. On a foul November night nothing can be more miserable, more melancholy. One or two great thoroughfares were crowded with foot-passengers who bustled here and there about their Saturday marketings, under the light that flared from the shops and the stalls that lined the roadway. Spreading on every hand from these thoroughfares, with their noisy trafficking so dreadfully eager and small, was a maze of streets built to be "respectable" but now run down into the forlorn poverty which is all for concealment without any rational hope of success. It was to one of these that I was directed—a narrow silent little street of three-storey houses, with two families at least in every one of them.Arrived at No. 17, I was admitted by a child after long delay, and by her conducted to a room at the top of the house. No voice responded to the knock at the room door, and none to the announcement of the visitor's name; but before I entered I was aware of a sound which, though it was only what may be heard in the grill-room of any coffee-house at luncheon time, made me feel very guilty and ashamed. For the last ten minutes I had been gradually sinking under the fear of intrusion—of intrusion upon grief, and not less upon the wretched little secrets of poverty which pride is so fain to conceal; and now these splutterings of a frying-pan foundered me quite. What worse intrusion could there be than to come prying in upon the cooking of some poor little meal?

Jack, the little yellow taxi, used to be the fastest, brightest taxi around and traveled the city as if he had wings. If only he could fly. But something magical happens when Jack sees a bus that says, “Come to Brazil.” Before Jack knows it, he’s flying over the Brazilian rainforest and his new customers are macaws and howler monkeys! Jack couldn’t be happier, playing pass-the-coconut. But their fun comes to a halt when big bulldozers and cranky cranes start chopping down the rainforest. Why don’t you come back to the city and leave the forest alone? With a blink of an eye, Jack is back in the city. Could those be the same bulldozers he saw in the rainforest? Jack isn’t sure until he spies a coconut on the park bench and smiles to himself…anything is still possible.

Evan’s yellow ball is missing! It’s his very favorite toy, given to him by his grandparents. This is terrible! Some toddlers might cry, but not Evan. He climbs out of his crib, gets dressed, and sets off to search the farm for his missing toy. It’s a big farm though, and Evan’s going to need some help finding his ball. Lucky for Evan, he’s got lots of animal friends. Binky the squirrel, Woody the pig, and Dimples the duck all agree to help Evan search the farm for his favorite toy. Even Lucy the turtle joins in the hunt, although she keeps falling behind her friends. Can Evan and his friends find his ball? And can they do so before Evan’s parents find his empty crib and start to worry? The answer lies in The Yellow Ball. A charming read-aloud story for toddlers, and an easy starter book for developing readers, J. T. Stewart’s The Yellow Ball includes whimsical illustrations and an unexpected twist sure to make children and parents giggle with surprise. Join the hunt for Evan’s ball—you’ll be glad you did!