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When Life Gives You Mangos

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Beschreibung

"A wonderful story with great heart, mystery, and insight. Kereen Getten is a bright new voice." --Clare Vanderpool, author of Newbery Medal winner Moon Over Manifest and Printz Honor book Navigating Early For fans of deeply poignant middle grade about friendship and loss like The Thing About Jellyfish , comes the story about a young girl who can''t remember anything from her previous summer after a hurricane. Twelve-year-old Clara lives on an island that visitors call exotic. But there''s nothing exotic about it to Clara. She loves eating ripe mangos off the ground, running outside in the rain with her Papa during rainy season, and going to her secret hideout with Gaynah--even though lately she''s not acting like a best friend. The only thing out of the ordinary for Clara is that something happened to her memory that made her forget everything that happened last summer after a hurricane hit. Sometimes things come back to her in drips like a tap that hasn''t been turned off properly. Other times her Mama fills in the blanks...only she knows those aren''t her memories and it is hard feeling like she is not like everybody else. But this summer is going to be different for Clara. Everyone is buzzing with excitement over a new girl in the village who is not like other visitors. She is about to make big waves on the island--and give Clara a summer she won''t forget. "A heartwarming yet suspenseful debut about the strength of family, the turmoil of friendships lost and found, and most importantly, remembering who you are." --Lynne Kelly, author of the Schneider award winner Song for a Whale "A heartfelt and accessible debut about friendship, memory, and forgiveness." --Tae Keller, author of When You Trap a Tiger

"When Life Gives You Mangos is a wonderful story with great heart, mystery, and insight. What a treat to walk alongside Clara in her vibrant Jamaican home, through the peaks and valleys of the human experience -- heartache and joy, alienation and deep friendship, regret and redemption. Clara is the girl we all wish was our best friend—honest, spirited, and real. Kereen Getten is a bright new voice. Her writing strikes the perfect balance of beauty, depth, and a touch of mango!" —Clare Vanderpool, author of Newbery Medal winner Moon Over Manifest and Printz Honor book Navigating Early 

"A heartwarming yet suspenseful debut about the strength of family, the turmoil of friendships lost and found, and most importantly, remembering who you are." —Lynne Kelly, author of the Schneider award winner Song for a Whale 

"A heartfelt and accessible debut about friendship, memory, and forgiveness." —Tae Keller, author of When You Trap a Tiger
 
“A touching novel about letting go of the past and moving on.” —Kirkus Reviews

Zusammenfassung
"A wonderful story with great heart, mystery, and insight. Kereen Getten is a bright new voice." —Clare Vanderpool, author of Newbery Medal winner Moon Over Manifest and Printz Honor book Navigating Early 

For fans of deeply poignant middle grade about friendship and loss like The Thing About Jellyfish, comes the story about a young girl who can't remember anything from her previous summer after a hurricane.
    
Twelve-year-old Clara lives on an island that visitors call exotic. But there's nothing exotic about it to Clara. She loves eating ripe mangos off the ground, running outside in the rain with her Papa during rainy season, and going to her secret hideout with Gaynah—even though lately she's not acting like a best friend. 

The only thing out of the ordinary for Clara is that something happened to her memory that made her forget everything that happened last summer after a hurricane hit. Sometimes things come back to her in drips like a tap that hasn't been turned off properly. Other times her Mama fills in the blanks...only she knows those aren't her memories and it is hard feeling like she is not like everybody else. 

But this summer is going to be different for Clara. Everyone is buzzing with excitement over a new girl in the village who is not like other visitors. She is about to make big waves on the island—and give Clara a summer she won't forget.

"A heartwarming yet suspenseful debut about the strength of family, the turmoil of friendships lost and found, and most importantly, remembering who you are." —Lynne Kelly, author of the Schneider award winner Song for a Whale 

"A heartfelt and accessible debut about friendship, memory, and forgiveness." —Tae Keller, author of When You Trap a Tiger

Leseprobe

There is a new girl arriving in Sycamore. Her hair is in two Afro buns with big white bows, and she is wearing cat’s-eye sunglasses, like a celebrity. That’s according to Gaynah. I haven’t seen her yet, but Gaynah says she saw her get off the city bus by the traffic circle with a woman that looked like her mother, and they are heading up the hill.

 

The entire village is buzzing. This is the most excitement we have ever had, and no one wants to miss seeing it for themselves. Within minutes all the kids are gathered at the edge of the road, waiting for the new girl. Everyone is speculating on why she is here and what might be wrong with her.

 

New people don’t come to Sycamore. Not since the witch-­doctor episode. The last time someone new came here, it was two tourists with video cameras. They were driving to the Bob Marley museum and got lost. But we suspect they were some of the die-­hard fans who were desperate to meet Eldorath, my uncle, the man who saw ghosts.

 

It’s the story that brought shame and fear on the community. Pastor Brown was the most vocal. He said any man who claims to see ghosts is not a godly man, that my uncle was inviting evil to our community. So Eldorath was given a new name: the witch doctor.

 

Tourists thought differently. My uncle was a tourist attraction. They wanted to see him, ask him if he could see their mother, their father, their best friend who had passed. Uncle Eldorath wasn’t easy to find, though; his house was way up on the hill, and he rarely left it. Pastor Brown told us to never give anyone directions. 

 

When they couldn’t find him, they gave us candy as a thank-­you for helping them get on the right road. Gaynah saw this as an insult and threw her candy in the bush.

 

“Do they think I’ve never seen candy?” she said in complete disgust. “My brother sends me American candy every month.” 

 

The new girl would be the second stranger to ever venture up Sycamore Hill in the last year. And no one can stop talking about it. If this is true and a girl ­really is coming here, then it could change our entire summer.

 

Nothing exciting ever happens here. Some of the adults pick fruits from the fields to sell, while some work out of town in the big hotels. A few, like Papa, go fishing early in the morning. If they catch anything, they sell it at the market in town. I used to go with him to catch an early surf. Now that I don’t surf anymore, there’s not much to do except laze around by the river and play a few games. Most days, though, this is what we do. Sit around waiting for something to happen.

 

That’s why a new girl has us all so excited. Where is she from? Why is she here? Is she real or is she an alien? Gaynah said she saw an alien once down by Ms. Gee’s guava tree. The alien had eight legs and three eyes and told her not to tell anyone because humans might hurt her. Of course, Gaynah being Gaynah, she told everyone she saw.

 

“Are you sure she’s real, this girl?” I ask, pushing away the curly bangs I thought were a good idea this morning. Gaynah’s big brown eyes widen with shock that I could ever question her. She flicks her long, straightened hair, which will have reverted to curly by the end of the day.

 

It’s not that I don’t believe there could be a new girl. It’s just that Gaynah has a way of being in the middle of every drama on the hill. Usually the drama has already happened by the time she tells us, so we never actually get to witness it. The new girl could be real—­chances are, she isn’t—­but it’s summer and we have nothing else to do. 

 

It would be nice to have someone new. Maybe this new girl will know some new games we can play, or have stories about where she came from. Maybe she will speak a different language or have a talent she can teach us. I get a little excited thinking of the possibilities.

 

It’s midday, and the sun is at its hottest. It burns my dark brown skin as though someone is holding my arm over a fire. There is no shelter here like there is up at the house. On the roadside, the scorching heat has no pity on us.

 

I wipe sweat off my forehead and flick it onto the ground. Gaynah grimaces, as if the very sight of me disgusts her. 

 

“She’s not just any girl,” she retorts in her usual snooty voice. She adjusts her little crossover bag that she proudly wears everywhere because her brother sent it from America. “I think she might be foreign.”

 

I roll my eyes. Oh, she’s foreign now. Next she’ll be telling us the girl is another alien that she saw.

 

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Calvin leaving his house, a surfboard under his arm. His short black curls shine in the sun, and glimmers of gold bounce off his skin. 

 

Calvin uses his hand to protect his eyes from the sun and calls to Anton, his tall, lanky friend whose father is a police officer. Anton strolls over and meets him, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. As they approach, Calvin nods at me and says, “We’re going for a surf. You coming?”

 

I lower my eyes to the ground and shake my head.

 

“Anton’s brother is going to be there, if that’s what you’re worried about. You know my dad would never let me go without a chaperone.”

 

I draw a face in the dirt with my finger so I don’t have to look at him. “I said no.” The truth is, the sea sounds perfect right now. My sweat feels like slime on my forehead, and my body is screaming for a breeze.

 

He walks off, shrugging. “I’m going to keep asking until you change your mind.”

 

I feel Gaynah stiffen beside me. “But you’ll miss the new girl.” She pouts, because Gaynah thinks pouting gets her anything she wants. Calvin doesn’t answer her. Maybe he doesn’t hear, or maybe he does but doesn’t care to meet the new girl.

 

“I’ll tell him about the new girl at the game tomorrow,” I say, feeling a little sorry for her. The game is “pick leaf,” and all the kids on the hill play it every summer.

 

Gaynah snorts. “If you remember.”

 

“­Really?” I say through clenched teeth. 

 

Mama tells me I must think before I have an outburst. “If you pause for five seconds, you will have a completely different reaction,” she says. So I count as Gaynah fidgets with her bag and smooths the blue dress she is wearing. 

 

One.

 

Two.

 

Three.

 

“Well, it’s true. Everyone knows you don’t remember anything.”

 

That’s not true. I remember some things. I remember when Gaynah is a good friend and when she is not. I remember what happened a few weeks ago, even last month. Even some things last year. 

 

I remember that my name is Clara Dee-­Henson, and I remember I am twelve years old. I know I live on a small island that tourists call exotic. I know I used to love surfing every morning while Papa went fishing, but I don’t do that anymore. Something happened that made me forget everything that happened last summer.

 

Sometimes the memories come back to me in drips, like a tap that won’t turn off no matter how hard I try. Sometimes Mama fills in the blanks. She’ll say, “You spent the summer down at the river,” or, “You went to the beach with Gaynah, do you remember?” She’ll tell me small details, like what I was wearing, what time we left for the beach, how we had a nice snapper for dinner that Papa had caught on his fishing trip. Sometimes those memories stick so fast, I think they’re mine, but they’re not. They are hers.

Produktinformationen

Titel: When Life Gives You Mangos
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EAN: 9780593310212
ISBN: 978-0-593-31021-2
Format: Fester Einband
Altersempfehlung: 8 bis 12 Jahre
Herausgeber: Random House N.Y.
Genre: Kinder- & Jugendbücher
Anzahl Seiten: 208
Jahr: 2020