About the Author

Amy Meissner

Amy Meissner currently lives and works in Anchorage, Alaska. Her two, bad orange cats keep her company in the studio all day long where she paints, draws, writes, cuts fabric, and moves cats off the things they aren't supposed to sleep on. Creating art for children's books is Amy's favorite job, but she also illustrates for posters and articles. She recently completed an MFA in Creative Writing and has undergraduate degrees in both Art and Textiles.

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Grandpa's Clock

Grandpa's Clock

by Rachna Gilmore
illustrated by Amy Meissner
edition:Hardcover
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Grandpa’s saw sings me awake. I tumble out of bed and hurry downstairs, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

Grandpa’s white hair glistens as he bends over the table-saw, feeding in an oakboard. He turns the saw off and pushes the safety goggles onto his forehead.

“You started without me,” I wail.

“Calm your nerves, Cayley,” Grandpa chuckles. “Your clock won’t be done in a day.”

I grin. Mine. This one’s all mine. When Grandpa finished the grandfather clock for Josie’s wedding, he said it was my turn.

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Sam's Ride

Sam's Ride

by Becky Citra
illustrated by Amy Meissner
edition:eBook
also available: Paperback
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Bolt burst into a trot. Sam's heart jumped down his throat. Up and down, up and down, he bounced in the saddle. His feet flew out of the stirrups. The fence and then barn and Grandpa flashed by. "Whoa!" yelled Sam. "Whoa!" Grandpa stepped in front of Bolt. He grabbed the reins and pulled Bolt to a stop. Sam took a huge breath. "I'm getting off!" he said. He slid off the horse. It was a long way to the ground. His legs wobbled. He thought Grandpa would be disgusted with him. But Grandpa looked pleased. "Not bad for your first time," he said.

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Saving Sammy

Saving Sammy

by Eric Walters
illustrated by Amy Meissner
edition:eBook
also available: Paperback
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Sea Dog

Sea Dog

edition:eBook
also available: Paperback
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"Don't touch," Mom said. "I think it's a dead seal."
But Kyle lifted one more handful of seaweed. "It has an ear," he said. "It looks like a dog."
"Poor dog," Mom said. "It must have drowned in the storm last night."
Kyle pulled away more seaweed. He uncovered the dog's face. "Its eyelid moved! It's alive!"

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Seeing Orange

Seeing Orange

by Sara Cassidy
illustrated by Amy Meissner
edition:eBook
also available: Paperback
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The Wrong Bus

The Wrong Bus

by Lois Peterson
illustrated by Amy Meissner
edition:eBook
also available: Paperback
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There was no number on the next bus. Jack stepped back. He expected it to pass by, headed for the depot. But it stopped in front of him.
    The doors wheezed open.
    The sun shone in Jack's face. He couldn't see the driver.
    "Hop on, son," a voice said.
    "This is the wrong bus," Jack said. "I need the Number 26."
    "This will do. Hop on, Jawbreaker."
    Jawbreaker! Jack raced up the stairs. "Grandpa!"

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