![]() He can't help but notice the village's peculiar inhabitants and their problems. ![]() The moon is missing from the remote Village of Clear Sky, but only a young boy named Rendi seems to notice! Rendi has run away from home and is now working as a chore boy at the village inn. In her picture book debut, author Karen Chinn tells the affecting story of a child who discovers that sometimes the best gifts come from the heart.įrom bestselling author Grace Lin comes the companion to the Newbery Honor winner Where the Mountain Meets the Moon and the National Book Award finalist When the Sea Turned to Silver. Even though his mother reminds him that he should appreciate the gift, Sam is not convinced - until a surprise encounter with a stranger.With vivid watercolor paintings, artists Cornelius Van Wright and Ying-Hwa Hu celebrate the sights and sounds of festive Chinatown streets. ![]() Best of all, he gets to spend his lucky money in his favorite place - Chinatown!But when Sam realizes that his grandparents' gift is not enough to get the things he wants, his excitement turns to disappointment. This year Sam is finally old enough to spend it any way he chooses. It's Chinese New Year's day and his grandparents have given him the traditional gift of lucky money-red envelopes called leisees (lay-sees). Sam can hardly wait to go shopping with his mom. During Chinese New Year, a young boy encounters a homeless person and discovers that no gift is too small when it comes from the heart. ![]()
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![]() ![]() ![]() Here we absorb each quiet resistance, each whoop of joy, a knowledge of violence and of desire, an unbearable ache/loss/yearning. Jones takes a reader deep into lived experience, into a charged world divided among unstable yet entrenched lines: racial, gendered, political, sexual, familial. Says poet Brenda Shaughnessy of the book: If it’s true (and I believe it is true) that our movements and traumas are reflected in the art that we consume, or that the art that we consume often tells a better story than any journalist, then Saeed Jones’ Prelude to Bruise is an archive of resistance. As I type this, my news feed and inbox are full of letters and articles and tweets and comments and frustrations and fundraisers of all of the folks in my immediate community and their immediate communities and the vast global communities we occupy by sharing the same umbrella of identity, the intersection of race, ability, gender, class, occupation, illness. ![]() Our time, which, as of this moment, is ravaged by news of Ferguson, heartbreak in Gaza, Tina Fontaine, the murders of two transgender women in Detroit, a massive water shortage in California, earthquakes-to name a few things. Saeed Jones may be one of the most necessary poets of our time. ![]() “I’ve seen how/brutality becomes the rhythm to a kind of/song” ![]() ![]() I try to express only my most honest opinion in a spoiler free way. "So was my sixth-grade gym teacher, but he wasn't afraid of a cross.” ![]() "Because they're evil, soulless, bloodsucking fiends?" Except, jokes on her, I don't actually care what happens to any of these people. And then after all of that, the author ends the book on a cliffhanger, presumably to get me to read the next book. ![]() Except the character as written wouldn't appear to have cared about this?). Combine this with cartoonish villains (seriously, the main antagonist appears to have issues with Claire because she corrected her about WWII being the Japanese not Chinese. I don't mind unlikable protagonists necessarily but she was just.so.offputting (example: she describes herself as being a "freak of nature" for the totally weird trait of having ready a lot of classic novels). My main issue with this book was that the main character was a whiny, spoiled child. ![]() Unfortunately, I was so irritated by this one that I won't be reading any more, so my questions will just have to remain unanswered. ![]() I picked this one up after a short story set in this universe was featured in another anthology I read this year and wanting to learn more about Morganville. ![]() |