Today, I met once again with the delightful 5th Graders at Summit School. And the reviews are in!
Below are a few examples. They also did some marvelous illustrations for me. Here are a few of my favorites (I didn't know they'd bleed through, sorry) :
"But there was one thing he would always do: whistle. Clay whistled everyday. It made the nice days nicer, and the dreary ones tolerable, so there was never a reason not to. Over time, Clay had acquired quite the repertoire. He could cheerily, cheerily, cherrio, chee like the robin; and wheet, whittle, wheet, wheet like the house finch; and sip, sip, sittle-diddle-dip-pip, sawheet like a sparrow. He could even sing the tur-a-lee, chir, chir-a-lee of the bluebird."
“But the clay gets a purpose,” Clay explained, not entirely sure what he was saying.
“Purpose! What do you need a purpose for?” cawed Craw. Then, turning to his fellows: “Do you hear that, chaps? This clay wants purpose.”
The murder laughed again.
“Let me level with you,” Crick crowed, “purpose is overrated.”
“You get a purpose, all the sudden you have responsibility,” agreed Craw.
“Right now, you have no responsibilities. You are free as a bird.” Crick flapped his wings. “The minute you get a purpose, you’re not free anymore.”
“Who in their right mind would trade freedom for purpose?” asked Craw.
“I don’t know. Maybe this clay is crazy,” cawed Crick.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” cackled Craw.
“Crazy as a canary,” cackled Crick. “Come all this way just to get thrown in the fire.”
“Brave the cold just to get himself burned!”
“You’re lying!” shouted Clay.
“Not this one,” she said, guarding her package with her hands.
As it turned out, the object was not a figurine. It was a box. A small one, meant for jewelry or something like that. The knob was made to look like a bouquet of four roses – purple red, pink, and white. Each stem twisted around each other before traveling to the four corners of the lid, then down the side to where they curled into spirals that became the box’s feet.
Clay changed his mind. This was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Clay grasped but there was nothing to grasp. What made matters worse, when the branch broke, rain-shrapnel cascaded in a flurry and sheered off his right foot! He lost balance. His left foot slipped. Clay dangled by a hand. A wet one. It was losing its grip. Bricks screamed, which did not help.
Desperately, Clay lunged for another handhold, but no vine was within reach. He could stretch his arm to one, but then it would be too thin and weak to do any good. Clay’s foot skated as if the branches were made of ice. He slipped to fingertips.
He made the mistake of looking down again.
He gulped.
just as he was about to retreat from the window, he caught sight of the teacup the lady of the house had gathered in her hands. It rose to her chin, the steamy aroma spreading her lips in a soothing grin. Her fingertips went pink. Delight filled her eyes; Clay saw it just before she closed them.
Now that was a purpose, Clay thought to himself. 
The fact was Clay couldn’t stop staring at her. She, the teacup, was so simple yet so beautiful. She was milk white with a rim like a halo of gold. And she was thin, much thinner than Clay ever dared become; though there was no doubt she was stronger than Clay had ever been.
Are you all right? the teacup asked.
“Huh?” said Clay, lost in the slender curve of her handle.
You don’t look so well.
“Oh,” he said, noticing that the fall had transformed his body into a wad. Embarrassed, Clay hastily reformed into an even mini-er mini version of himself.
GREAT JOB!
I wish I had time and space to show you more. Anyway, here are some reviews. Most were favorable. Here's one that wasn't:
"The book couldn't keep me until the end. Things just kept happening and it got boring. I thought the ending could be changed where Clay got turned into dust. The reformed then turned his arm into an AK47 and got revenge on the people who hit him with hammers." Alex
Fortunately, most were like Ashley's:
"This is one of my favorite books I have ever read!" Ashley
Here are a few more:
"I think that you should keep the end of the story, that is my favorite part."
"It was a good book. My favorite character was the potter. I liked how you said his eyes glistened like thunder and lightning or something like that. In my opinion, the best scene was when the potter found Clay."
"I liked the book Clay because it explains all of the little details. You held my attention throughout the whole book because every character had its own personality. It was very interesting. I liked the part when Clay met Ned because it was funny and sad at the same time."
Thanks everyone. I'll keep all your input in mind as we plunge into editing. And thank you Summit for providing me the opportunity to have target audience participation!
