title: Good-bye for Today : The Diary of a Young Girl at Sea
author:  Connie Roop 
description: Careful research underpins this intriguing tale set aboard a whaling ship in 1871. Based on the experiences of two real children who traveled with their families at sea, an exciting story unfolds through the daily journal entries of nine-year-old Laura, who sails from Japan to Arctic whaling grounds with her parents and younger brother (she ends each entry with the words "Good-bye for today"). The Roops (Girl of the Shining Mountains: Sacagawea's Story) deftly winnow history for details that will delight and fascinate young readers, from a pet duck who falls overboard to descriptions of food (hardtack biscuits had to be tapped on the table until the weevils fell out), shipboard accidents and encounters with Eskimos (who wear pieces of ivory in holes in their cheeks, reports Laura) and more. The taut narrative offers adventure as well: Laura learns to sail with her father on one of the slender whaleboats and, in the final passages, relies on that skill to rescue her family after they abandon ship in an ice field. In an attractive design, Allen's (A Place Called Freedom) ink sketches (purporting to be Laura's own) pepper the diary entries, while a handful of double-spread illustrations in colored pencil and oil wash further enlivens the book. Ages 7-10. (May) <br />Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc.
zlib_text: **Alternate Orbits**
  
  Commodore at Sea (stories)
  
  A. Bertram Chandler
  
  1971
  
  For my favorite wife.
  
  **Hall Of Fame**
  
  SONYA GRIMES was unpacking. Grimes watched her contentedly. She was back at
  last from her galactic cruise, and the apartment was no longer just a place in
  which to live after a fashion, in which to eat lonely meals, in which to sleep
  in a lonely bed. It was, once more, home.
  
  She asked lightly, “And have you been _good_ while I’ve been away?”
  
  “Yes,” he replied without hesitation, bending the truth only slightly. There
  tiad been that girl on Mellise, of course, but it had all been in the line of
  duty. A reminiscent grin softened his craggy features.
  
  “So good, in fact, that I was given the honorary rank of Admiral on Tharn ...”
  
  She laughed. “Then I’d better give you something too, my dear. Something I
  know you’ll like ...” She fell gracefully to her knees beside a suitcase that
  she had not yet opened, unsnapped and lifted up the lid, plunged a slender
  hand into a froth