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Jonah struggled to pay attention. He and his younger sister, Katherine, had just traveled through time, from one foreign era to another. He was becoming an experienced time traveler—a thirteen-year-old expert, you might even say. So he’d learned that when he first landed in a new place and time, he just had to expect his brain to be a little fuzzy.
And his eyes.
And his ears.
And … Really, for all Jonah could tell, he and Katherine might be seconds away from being burned at the stake or tortured on a rack or... see more
Reading Group Guide
The Missing, Book 4: Torn
by Margaret Peterson Haddix
About the Book
In this fourth entry in The Missing series, Jonah and Katherine barely have a chance to recover from the traumatic events in Roanoke in 1600 when they are hurtled through time again, moments before a mutiny aboard the Discovery, Henry Hudson’s ship, in the icy waters of James Bay. As they struggle to survive the frozen seas and brutal conditions aboard the ship, Jonah and Katherine realize that something is terribly wrong. The history they remember is drastically different from what they are experiencing. Will this new version of history replace the past? Jonah and Katherine struggle to unravel the mysteries of 1611 and the mysteries about the Hudson Passage before the only future they have ever known is lost forever.
Before beginning the book, ask readers to share what they know about Henry Hudson and other explorers of the New World. Ask them what know about North America in 1611.
Use an atlas to show readers where in North America the Discovery traveled during Henry Hudson’s final expedition.
There are place names and vocabulary words cited in the story that will be unfamiliar to most readers. Ask readers to use reference books or electronic research sources to find out as much information as they can about the following: coerce, crow& see more
Behind the Book
Behind the Missing Series
Behind the MISSING series The summer the movie Snakes on a Plane was all over the news, my husband and kids began riffing one afternoon on what other creatures would be even more terrifying to encounter midflight. One of my husband’s suggestions: crying babies. Dozens and dozens of crying babies. At the time, I’d been toying around with the notion of a book about a group of lost and confused kids showing up out of place, mysteriously, but I was having trouble figuring out how to expsee more