Gib Rides Home - Softcover

Raised in California, in the country--with no television and few movies to watch--three-time Newbery Honor winner Zilpha Keatley Snyder filled her childhood with animals, games, and books. Among her earliest acquaintances were cows, goats, ducks, chickens, rabbits, dogs, cats, and horses. In fact, her family's animals were her closest friends, and a nearby library was a constant source of magic, adventure, and excitement for her. And when she wasn't reading or playing with animals, Snyder made up games and stories to entertain herself.
While Zilpha Keatley Snyder was growing up, interesting stories filled her household. Both of her parents spent a lot of time relating accounts of past events in their lives, so Snyder came by her storytelling instincts early. But unlike her parents, when Zilpha had something to tell, she had, as she says, "an irresistible urge to make it worth telling. And without the rich and rather lengthy past that my parents had to draw on, I was forced to rely on the one commodity of which I had an adequate supply--imagination." Consequently, at the age of eight, Zilpha Keatley Snyder decided to become a writer.
As a student, Snyder was very proficient in reading and writing, and experienced few problems in the small country schools she attended until the end of sixth grade. But upon entering the seventh grade in the city of Ventura, she was, as she recalls, "suddenly a terrible misfit." Snyder retreated further into books and daydreams, and admits: "Book were the window from which I looked out of a rather meager and decidedly narrow room, onto a rich and wonderful universe. I loved the look and feel of them, even the smell. . . . Libraries were treasure houses. I always entered them with a slight thrill of disbelief that all their endless riches were mine for the borrowing."
Snyder attended Whittier College in Southern California, where she says she "grew physically and socially as well as intellectually." There she also met her future husband, Larry Snyder. While ultimately planning to be a writer, after graduation Snyder decided to teach school temporarily. But she found teaching to be an extremely rewarding experience and taught in the upper elementary grades for a total of nine years, three of them as a master teacher for the University of California at Berkeley. Zilpha and Larry were married in June of 1950, and went on to have three children, Melissa, Douglas, and Ben.
In the early sixties, when all of her children were finally in school, Snyder began to think about writing again. "Writing for children hadn't occurred to me when I was younger, but nine years of teaching in the upper elementary grades had given me a deep appreciation of the gifts and graces that are specific to individuals with ten or eleven years of experience as human begins. Remembering a dream I'd had when I was twelve years old, about some strange and wonderful horses, I sat down and began to write."
Season of Ponies, Zilpha Keatley Snyder's first book, was published in 1964. Her most recent novel, Gib Rides Home, follows an orphan boy who shows strength and courage as he endures harsh treatment during his five years at the orphanage before he finds a family of his own. Gib's story is a tribute to the memory of Snyder's father who grew up in an orphanage in Oklahoma.
Zilpha Keatley Snyder's three Newbery Honor books are: The Egypt Game, The Headless Cupid, and The Witches of Worm. Other books for Bantam Doubleday Dell are The Trespassers, an American Bookseller Pick of the List; Cat Running, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and winner of the 1995 John and Patricia Beatty Award; and her newest work, The Gypsy Game, companion to The Egypt Game.
Zilpha Keatley Snyder currently lives in Mill Valley, a small town near San Francisco. In her spare time, she loves reading and traveling, and of course, writing, which besides being her occupation has always been her favorite hobby.

An Excerpt from Gib Rides Home

        Winter melted into spring, and spring had begun to green toward summer,
        when one morning at breakfast Buster came into the hall with a report
        notice for Gib. The notice said that Gibson Whittaker was to report to
        the headmistress's office at one o'clock.

        "The office?" Bobby asked him. "What did you do now, Gib? And how come
        the office, I wonder, instead of Harding's torture chamber?"

        "I don't know," Gib said. "I guess it'll be the Repentance Room, but I
        don't know why. What do you suppose I did this time?"

        "I'll bet it's 'cause you laughed at the wrong time again," Jacob said.
        "When Offenbacher was reading the chore assignments and she almost said
        Bacob and Jobby. You know, when she said, 'Bacob and Job--er--Jacob and
        Bobby will be in the laundry.'"

        Gib shook his head. "I didn't even smile," he said. "I'm pretty sure I
        didn't."

        "You must have," Jacob insisted. "Anyway, I think you're mighty lucky
        getting sent to the Repentance Room instead of the laundry with Bobby
        and me." He grinned. "I mean, since ghosts and stuff like that don't bother
        you none, you can just repent a little and then curl up and have a nice
        long nap."

        "Yeah," Bobby agreed. "While me and Jacob are breaking our backs and wearing
        the skin off our knuckles."

        Gib grinned, too. "I'll be thinking about you and those old scrubbing
        boards while I'm having a good long nap up there in the Repentance Room."

        He'd made that up to tease Jacob and Bobby, but on the way to the office
        he did try to tell himself that the Repentance Room really wouldn't be
        too bad on such a warm day. It was at least a slightly comforting thought,
        but Bobby and Jacob and the weather and everything else faded from his
        mind a moment later when he walked into Miss Offenbacher's office.

        For a horrible moment Gib thought the man who was sitting in front of
        Miss Offenbacher's desk was the same one who had taken Georgie Olson.
        Like Mr. Bean, the man had gray hair and a lean, gray-bearded face. But
        after the shock of that first glance began to wear off, Gib could see
        that it wasn't the same man at all. This man's beard was shorter and more
        neatly trimmed, and his eyes were wider and not so deep-set.

        When Gib began to come out of his terrified paralysis Miss Offenbacher
        was saying, "Here he is, Mr. Thornton. I take it this is the boy you had
        in mind?"

        "Yes, yes," the man said, getting to his feet and motioning for Gib to
        approach. "I believe so." Putting his hand on Gib's shoulder, he asked,
        "What is your name, boy? And how old are you?"

        "G-Gib," Gib stammered. "Gibson Whittaker, sir. Ten, sir. Eleven in December."

        The man nodded slowly and then asked, "Where were you born?"

        Gib was shaking his head when Miss Offenbacher interrupted. "We've made
        it a policy not to give full orphans any information of that sort. We've
        found that in some cases it only leads to attempts to--"

        "I see," the man interrupted. "That's quite all right. I'm satisfied that
        this is the boy I'm looking for."

        Releasing Gib's shoulder, he turned away, sat down at the desk, and as
        Gib's mind reeled with fear and dread, and then the faintest echo of old
        hopes, the gray-bearded man signed the papers that transferred to his
        care and guidance one Gibson Whittaker, ten-year-old ward of the state
        and resident of the Lovell House Home for Orphaned and Abandoned Boys.
From the Hardcover edition.