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Marty Preston wonders why it is that despite Judd Traver's attempts to redeem himself everyone is still so willing to think the worst of him. Marty's friend David is sure that Judd will be named as the murderer of a man who has been missing. Others are sure that Judd is behind a series of burglaries in the area. But Marty's parents and, with some trepidation, Marty himself persist in their attempts to be good neighbors and to give Judd a second chance. Now that Marty has Shiloh, maybe he can help Judd to take better care of his other dogs. Then again, maybe folks are right -- there's no way a Judd Travers can ever change for the good. Then a terrifying life-or-death situation brings this dilemma into sharp focus. Saving Shiloh is a powerful novel that brings this trilogy to a close.
Author Notes
Phyllis Reynolds Naylor was born in Anderson, Indiana on January 4, 1933. She received a bachelor's degree from American University in 1963. Her first children's book, The Galloping Goat and Other Stories, was published in 1965. She has written more than 135 children and young adult books including Witch's Sister, The Witch Returns, The Bodies in the Bessledorf Hotel, A String of Chances, The Keeper, Walker's Crossing, Bernie Magruder and the Bats in the Belfry, Please Do Feed the Bears, and The Agony of Alice, which was the first book in the Alice series. She has received several awards including the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Night Cry and the Newberry Award for Shiloh.
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Reviews (5)
Horn Book Review
Fiction: I Despite the title, Marty's beloved beagle is not really the focus of this third (and evidently last) Shiloh story; instead the story really belongs to Judd Travers, whose fate has been joined with Marty's--and Shiloh's--since the first installment. Although the plotting is lackadaisical here, Naylor's writing has its customary ease and generosity; its sure evocation, without quaintness or sentimentality, of contemporary rural life is the book's strongest virtue. Horn Rating: Recommended, satisfactory in style, content, and/or illustration. Reviewed by: rs (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
School Library Journal Review
Gr 4-7-Phyllis Reynolds Naylor's Saving Shiloh (Atheneum, 1997), continues the story presented in the Newbery medal winner Shiloh. It picks up where the second book, Shiloh Season, leaves off, yet youngsters who have not read the previous book will not be at a loss. The characters are developed well, and the enjoyable plot is easy to follow even without having read or listened to the first two books. Saving Shiloh imparts some moral lessons without becoming didactic. When trouble arises in the surrounding communities, most of the citizens are quick to blame Judd for the crimes. Marty, the main character, must decide whether to continue to help Judd out and give him a second chance, like his parents say he deserves, or to go along with most people in the community who believe that Judd can't be reformed. Saving Shiloh is well-read by theater performer Henry Leyva, although there are times when the background music is melodramatic. Overall, the reading is understandable and entertaining. School and public libraries would find this a welcome addition to their audiobook collections.-Sara Smith, Harrison Community Library, MI (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Publisher's Weekly Review
The finale to Naylor's Shiloh trilogy "retains the same flavorful style" of its predecessors, said PW, and favors a "high-action plot, involving dead bodies, runaway prisoners and life-and-death rescues." Ages 8-12. (Feb.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
Gr. 4^-7. Marty Preston proves himself an extraordinarily mature youngster in Naylor's Newbery Medal^-winning Shiloh (1991). In the acclaimed sequel, Shiloh Season (1996), Marty shows exemplary patience and compassion in reaching out to the dog-beating, drunk-driving Judd Travers. True, Marty is motivated by the desire to protect his beloved dog from the fearsome Judd, but nonetheless, the boy persists in showing kindness to a man who has never known kindness and certainly never shown any in return. In Saving Shiloh, which reads like a nail-biting mystery, Marty's efforts pay off--but not before the final pages. A man from a nearby town is murdered, and it is common knowledge that Travers had quarreled with him. Consequently, talk around town is that Judd is the murderer. To further complicate the situation, Judd is widely suspected of committing a series of robberies. For reasons Marty himself can't understand, he defends Judd against his neighbors' accusations. Marty desperately wants to believe that Judd is gradually changing for the better. Throughout the intriguing plot, there is an undercurrent of impending disaster, and the ending is both gripping and ultimately satisfying. This masterfully written conclusion to a sterling trilogy memorably brings home Naylor's recurring theme that everyone can make a difference by offering a helping hand--extending oneself to suffering animals and humans alike. --Ellen Mandel
Kirkus Review
In this story of a boy and his dog, and the brutal, angry man who finds the road to redemption at last, Naylor rounds off a trilogy that began with Shiloh (1991). The good news is that the dog doesn't die, although Marty, the narrator, gives readers that impression on the first page. Judd Travers has stopped drinking and become less hostile; nonetheless, years of bad feelings have left their mark, and his is the name that comes up most often in conjunction with a murder and some local robberies. Marty is half-willing to give Judd the benefit of the doubt--and so defends the man to schoolmates on the bus, and even pays him an occasional visit. Judd shows signs of authentic human feeling, actually laughing and joking (readers of the first two books will be shocked), and grieving when he must kill one of his hunting dogs. Judd proves innocent of the crimes, too, and in the climax risks his life to save Shiloh from drowning. That earns a hug from Marty, and only readers familiar with the first books will be able to appreciate how far Judd has come when he hugs back. Subplots and extraneous incidents loosen the story's weave, but Naylor's use of present tense adds immediacy to events, and Marty's path to reconciliation with Judd, and to a parallel truce with his pesky little sister Dara Lynn, will go straight to readers' hearts. (Fiction. 10-12)
Excerpts
Excerpts
Chapter One There's one last thing to say about Shiloh before the story's over. I guess a dog's story ain't -- isn't -- ever over, even after he dies, 'cause if you lose a pet, you still go on loving him. But I couldn't bring myself to tell this part until now; of all the stuff that's happened, this was the scariest, and just thinking on it starts my hands to sweat. When I first tried to get Shiloh from Judd Travers, who was treating that dog meaner than mud, at least there was a chance that if I couldn't have him for my own, Judd would let him live. And even after Judd turns his beagle over to me, then starts drinkin' and talkin' ugly, there's hope he never meant it. But sometimes hope seems out of human hands entirely, and when the third thing happened . . . well, here's all that's left to tell. Next to Christmas, I guess, Halloween is big in West Virginia -- out where we live, anyway, which is the little community of Shiloh, up the winding road from Friendly there on the Ohio River. It's because I first saw the little dog here in Shiloh that I named him what I did. To get to our house, you go through this place called Little -- you'll know it by the church -- and you keep going along Middle Island Creek, wide as a river, till you see this old falling-down gristmill. It's right by this rusty bridge, and just over the bridge, you'll see the old Shiloh schoolhouse. SHILOH SCHOOL -- 1920-1957, reads a sign above the door, like a gravestone or something. I seen plenty of buildings got the date on them when they were built, but I never seen a building got the date when it died. We live on the side of the creek near the mill, up the lane in a two-bedroom house. You sit out on the steps of an evening, don't move even your little finger, and pretty soon a buck will step out of the trees, a doe or two behind him, and parade across your field just as grand as you please. Now you tell me how many sixth-grade boys in the United States of America got somethin' like that to look on! "What you going to be for Halloween next year, Marty?" asks Dara Lynn at supper. Halloween is over and gone, see, and already my skinny seven-year-old sister is thinkin' about the next. With her there's never no question. She dresses up like a witch every single year just so Ma can paint her fingernails black. "I don't know," I tell her. "A ghoul, maybe." "What's a ghoul?" asks Becky, who's three. "Halfway between a ghost and a zombie," I say. "Like a vampire?" asks Dara Lynn. Dara Lynn's big on vampires. "New. Its skin is green, and it don't suck blood," I say. "Marty!" Ma scolds, nodding toward my littlest sister. We're having biscuits with sausage gravy for dinner, and there's nothing in the world I love more than sausage gravy. Except Shiloh, of course. And Shiloh loves that gravy, too, 'cause all through supper he's sittin' beside my chair with his muzzle on my leg, just waiting for me to finish up and pass that plate down to him so's he can lick up every last bit. "I'm going to be a bunny," says Becky. "Bunnies don't scare no one!" says Dara Lynn. "Why don't you be a pirate or something?" "I don't want to scare no one," says Becky. I guess there are two things I love more than sausage gravy: Shiloh and Becky. Dad's washing up at the sink. We wait for him if we can, but sometimes his mail route takes longer than he thinks, and Becky gets hungry, so we eat. "Passed by Sweeneys' house on the way home, and two of those straw men they rigged up on their porch have fallen over and been dragged out in the yard by their dogs," Dad says, sitting down at the table. "Look like a couple of drunks keeled over on the grass." "Those straw men in overalls don't scare nobody," says Dara Lynn. "I want a dead man on our porch next Halloween with a face as white as flour." "What's Shiloh going to be?" chirps Becky. "He ain't going to be anything but his own self," I tell her. "Nobody messing with my dog." "All this talk of Halloween, when Thanksgiving's right around the corner!" says Ma. I guess there isn't that much to holler about where we live, so when a special day comes along, you want to hang on to it -- keep Halloween stuff around till Christmas, and Christmas lights goin' till Easter. I'm thinking how Ma wouldn't let us go trick-or-treating this year, though -- not by ourselves. "Houses too far apart for you kids to be walking out on the road," she'd said. Well, the houses weren't any farther apart this year than last, and Dara Lynn and me went out then. But this time Dad drove us to the Halloween parade in Sistersville, and we had to do all our trick-ortreating there. I knew Ma was thinking of Judd Travers and the accident he'd had a month ago out on the road, drunk as he was. Knew she didn't want some other drunk to run his car into one of us. Dara Lynn must have guessed what I'm thinking, 'cause she jokes, "We could always stuff Judd Travers and put him up on our porch. He'd scare off anybody." "Hush," scolds Ma. "There's enough talk going around about Judd Travers without you adding your two cents' worth," says Dad. My ears prick up right quick. "What kind of talk?" "None that makes one bit of sense," Dad tells me. "The man paid his fine for drunk driving, he busted up his leg and his truck besides, and as far as I can tell, he's trying to turn himself around. You'd think folks would want to help." "I thought they were," I say. "Whelan's Garage fixed his truck up for him; people were takin' him groceries...." "That was when he was flat on his back, when he was really down. Now that he's on his feet again, there's the feeling around here that he got off way too easy. Heard Ed Sholt say as much down at the hardware store last week. Said we ought to keep Judd on the hot seat, let him know his kind wasn't wanted around here, and maybe he'd move somewhere else." That sure would solve a lot of problems, I'm thinking. Ma wouldn't be so afraid for us kids out on the road, Dad wouldn't have to worry about Judd hunting up in our woods where a stray bullet could find its way down to our place, and I could rest easy that Judd wouldn't look for excuses to take Shiloh back; that he wouldn't hurt my dog out of spite, he ever got the chance. I think maybe I like the idea just fine. "But what if he doesn't move?" says Ma. "What if everybody starts treatin' him worse'n dirt, and he stays right where he is?" And suddenly I see a meaner Judd Travers than we ever saw before. Madder, too. I think how he used to kick Shiloh -- even took a shot at the log where Shiloh and me were sitting once. A meaner Judd than that? "Way I look at it," Dad goes on, "is that Judd's doing fine so far, and we ought to wait and see what happens." Dara Lynn's got a mouth on her, though. "Ha! He's still got his leg in a cast," she says. "Get that cast off, and he'll be just as bad as before." "Well, I believe in giving a man a second chance," Dad tells her. "Beginning now," says Ma, fixing her eyes on us. "Your dad and I have talked about it, and we're inviting Judd here for Thanksgiving dinner." Dara Lynn rolls her eyes and falls back in her chair. "Good-bye turkey!" she says, meaning she won't have no appetite come the fourth Thursday in November. As for me, I lose my appetite that very minute and set my plate on the floor. Copyright© 1997 by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor Excerpted from Saving Shiloh by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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