Once, In A Town Called Moth by Trilby KentOnce, In A Town Called Moth by Trilby Kent

Once, In A Town Called Moth

byTrilby Kent

Hardcover | September 6, 2016

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Ana is not your typical teenager. She grew up in a tiny Mennonite colony in Bolivia, and her mother fled the colony when Ana was a young girl. Now Ana and her father have also fled, and Ana doesn't know why. She only knows that something was amiss in their tight-knit community. Arriving in Toronto, Ana has to fend for herself in this alien environment, completely isolated in a big city with no help and no idea where to even begin. But begin she does: she makes a friend, then two. She goes to school and tries to understand the myriad unspoken codes and rules. She is befriended by a teacher. She goes to the library, the mall, parties. And all the while, she searches for the mother who left so long ago, and tries to understand her father -- also a stranger in a strange land, with secrets of his own.
This is a beautifully told story that will resonate with readers who have struggled with being new and unsure in a strange place, even if that place is in a classroom full of people they know. Ana's story is unique but universal; strange but familiar; extraordinary but ordinary: a fish out of water tale that speaks to us all.
TRILBY KENT was born in Toronto, Ontario, but grew up in cities on both sides of the Atlantic. After completing degrees at Oxford University and The London School of Economics, she worked in the rare books department at a prominent auction house before turning to journalism and finally writing with her first book, the critically acclai...
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Title:Once, In A Town Called MothFormat:HardcoverDimensions:224 pages, 8.56 × 5.88 × 0.88 inPublished:September 6, 2016Publisher:TundraLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:110191811X

ISBN - 13:9781101918111

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Once In A Town Called Moth Review I enjoyed this book, I thought it had a great premise. I really enjoyed the beginning a bit more, the end sort of dwindled out for me. I really liked Ana, trying to piece together this mystery of why they left their home. I was hoping for a bit more of the Mennonite culture to be infused in the last half of the book like it was in the first half. I enjoyed her relationship with Suki, and getting to know her mom on her own terms. This novel overall was pretty decent, but I just love the cover... it embodies Ana perfectly.
Date published: 2017-07-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from A look into a Mennonite Community When Anneli moves from her Mennonite community in Bolivia to Toronto she struggles to find herself. Still committed to her old life, she tries to fit in to a new city, new school and different values. Finding her mother was the reason her father gave for leaving, but she soon finds more secrets behind the truth. The story was engaging enough to want to find out what happens to Anneli in the end.
Date published: 2016-10-09

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  The house was small: a clapboard box on a square, weed-strewn lot fringed by a green wire fence. The owner was an elderly Italian woman called Mrs. Fratelli who lived on the other side of town in Little Portugal. Ana didn’t know how her father had found Mrs. Fratelli or the house; she only knew that the rent was cheap and that he paid half of it in kind, by rebuilding the front porch and traveling across town a few times a week to do odd jobs for Mrs. Fratelli and her neighbors.   The neighborhood was not quite as shabby as the house. It was what people in these Canadian cities described as “up and coming.” Children played in front gardens, old men smoked and read the newspaper in camping chairs, and fancy cars sometimes got keyed at night. Ana had never seen so many houses so close together. Why, in this enormous country, did they have to huddle against each other like this, as though space was running out? Perhaps for warmth: the winters here were cold, she knew.   Inside, the house was dark in shades of brown and yellow. Yellow linoleum in the kitchen, brown trim in the front room. A narrow staircase with a stained beige carpet fraying on the sides. Upstairs, a bathroom with a shower and toilet with a permanent brown stain seeping down the pipe. Two bedrooms: her father’s at the back, with a bed and built-in closet (only one of the doors opened); Ana’s room had just enough space for a single bed and a nightstand with a mirror, but it looked out onto the street and got the most light in the entire house.   There was little furniture. The two beds and nightstand, a table and four folding chairs in the kitchen, and a squashed, faded sofa in the front room. There was a barbecue lid on the back porch, but no barbecue. A broom but no dustpan. A few mugs in the kitchen cup­board—one white with a cartoon dog and SNOOPY written in bubble letters; two blue pottery ones with brown speckles in the glaze that looked like mold—and a pack of paper plates. That was it.   “Stay inside, and don’t answer the door to anybody,” Papa said on the first day, as he went out to buy food. So Ana had sat on her bed and looked out the window at the street, where people walked dogs and children rode scooters and cars parked and locked and pulled away again.   By the third day, Papa had drawn Ana a map of the neighborhood. There was a supermarket a few blocks away, and a pay phone on the corner for emergencies. “It’s safe,” he told her. “You need fresh air and sun and exercise. Don’t talk to anyone, though, and stay within these four streets.”   By the second week, she was going out every day, walking up and down the two streets running parallel to their own and tracing the perimeter up to Danforth Avenue and back down to the park. She wandered the aisles in the supermarket and stood in front of the freezer to cool down when the humidity outside got too much.   “If anyone asks, remember that you’re Ana now,” her father said. “Not Anneli.”   He had given her sweatpants to wear at the airport and bought jeans for himself. Her dress and his overalls were bundled into a plastic bag and left at the bottom of the wardrobe.   “When Mrs. Fratelli pays me, I’ll buy us some good clothes,” he said. “Don’t worry.”

Editorial Reviews

“Lyrical writing imbues simple scenes with complex emotional undercurrents .... The motions feel almost casually violent, slyly suggesting untrustworthiness. It's these descriptions that truly develop the novel's mystery-laden tension. Truly outstanding literary moments distinguish this quiet search for identity.” - Starred Review, Kirkus Reviews“Kent writes with refreshing emotional sophistication .... As literary as it is smart, Kent’s novel reflects life beautifully in its rigorous denial of pat, easy answers.” - Starred Review, Quill and Quire