Winner of the APALA Asian/Pacific American Award for Young Adult Literature
An ALA-YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults Book
After a classmate commits suicide, Kana Goldberg—a half-Japanese, half-Jewish American—wonders who is responsible. She and her cliquey friends said some thoughtless things to the girl. Hoping that Kana will reflect on her behavior, her parents pack her off to her mother's ancestral home in Japan for the summer. There Kana spends hours under the hot sun tending to her family's mikan orange groves.
Kana's mixed heritage makes it hard to fit in at first, especially under the critical eye of her traditional grandmother, who has never accepted Kana's father. But as the summer unfolds, Kana gets to know her relatives, Japan, and village culture, and she begins to process the pain and guilt she feels about the tragedy back home. Then news about a friend sends her world spinning out of orbit all over again.
From the Hardcover edition.
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|Title of eBook: Orchards|
|Release Date: 02-22-2011|
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|Publisher: Random House Children's Books|
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Because of You
One week after you stuffed a coil of rope into your backpack and walked uphill into Osgoods' orchard where blooms were still closed fists
my father looked up summer airfares to Tokyo
why? I protested it wasn't my fault I didn't do anything!
exactly! my mother hissed and made the call to her older sister my aunt in Shizuoka
nothing would change their minds
all my mother would say as I followed her through garden beds transplanting cubes of seedlings she'd grown under lights in hothouses
all she'd say row after row in tight-lipped talk-down do-as-I-say Japanese was
you can reflect in the presence of your ancestors
not that I'm alone in being sent away--
Lisa's off to summer school
Becca to Bible camp
Mona to cousins in Quebec
Emily to help in her uncle's store
Erin to math camp
Abby to some adventure program
Noelle to her father's
Gina to her mother's
Namita to New Jersey . . .
all twenty-nine eighth-grade girls scattered, as Gina said, like beads from a necklace snapped
but we weren't a necklace strung in a circle we were more an atom: electrons arranged in shells around Lisa, Becca and Mona first shell solid, the rest of us in orbitals farther out less bound less stable and you-- in the least stable most vulnerable outermost shell
you sometimes hovered near sometimes drifted off some days were hurled far from Lisa our nucleus whose biting wit made us laugh spin revolve around her always close to her indifferent to orbits like yours farther out than ours
after you were found in the grove of Macs and Cortlands that were still tight fists of not-yet-bloom and the n...