Orchards by Holly ThompsonOrchards by Holly Thompson

Orchards

byHolly Thompson

Paperback | February 14, 2012

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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.
HOLLY THOMPSON was raised in New England, earned her B.A. in biology from Mount Holyoke College and her M.A. in English from New York University. A long-time resident of Japan, she teaches creative writing at Yokohama City University.From the Hardcover edition.
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Title:OrchardsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:336 pages, 8.2 × 5.63 × 0.75 inPublished:February 14, 2012Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0385739788

ISBN - 13:9780385739788

Appropriate for ages: 12

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Chapter OneBecause of YouOne week afteryou stuffed a coil of ropeinto your backpackand walked uphill intoOsgoods' orchard where blooms were still closed fistsmy father looked upsummer airfaresto Tokyowhy?I protestedit wasn't my faultI didn't do anything!exactly!my mother hissedand made the callto her older sistermy auntin Shizuokanothing would changetheir mindsall my motherwould sayas I followed herthrough garden bedstransplanting cubes of seedlings she'd grown under lights in hothousesall 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 ancestorsnot 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 snappedbut 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 shellyou 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 oursafter you were found in the grove of Macs and Cortlands that were still tight fists of not-yet-bloom and the note was found on your dresser by your mother who brought it to the principal who shared it with police who called for an investigation and pulled in counselors from all over the districtword got aroundand people in town began to stare and talk and text about our uncaring generationstill I don't think I personally did anything to drive you to perfect slipknots or learn to tie a noose . . . with what? I wonder shoelaces? backpack cords? drawstrings in your gym shorts as you waited for your turn at the softball bat?because of you, Ruth, I'm exiled to my maternal grandmother, Baachan, to the ancestors at the altar and to Uncle, Aunt and cousins I haven't seen in three years-- not since our last trip back for Jiichan's funeral when Baachan told my sister Emi she was just right but told me I was fat should eat less fill myself eighty percent no more each mealbut then I was small then I didn't have hips then was before this bottom inherited from my father's Russian Jewish mothermy mother was youngest of four children born to my grandparents mikan orange farmers in a Shizuoka village of sixty households where eldest son inherits allbut there were no sons in her generation so my aunt eldest daughter took in a husband who took on the Mano name took over the Mano holdings became sole heir head of household my uncleinto my suitcase my mother has stuffed gifts-- socks dish towels framed photos of Emi and me last year's raspberry jam pancake mix maple syrup-- and ten books for me to finish by Septemberbooks she didn't pick I know because she only reads novels in Japanese and these ten are in English-- books chosen by a librarian or teacher or other mother with themes of          responsibility          self-discovery          coming-of-age          reaching out I GET IT I want to shout she also changed dollars into yen and divided bills into three envelopes labeled in Japanese-- one for spending one for transportation and school fees one with gift money for Buddhist ceremonies to honor her father--my Jiichan, this third summer since the year of his passingthe nonstop flight to Narita is thirteen hours but door to door my home in New York to theirs in Shizuoka is a full twenty-fouron the plane there is time . . . for movies books journal entries meals magazines movies sleep meals magazines sleep boredom apprehensionI have never been to Japan alone never traveled anywhere alone except sleepovers and overnight camp for a week in Vermonton the plane flight attendants chat with me unaccompanied minor praise my language abilities assume it's a happy occasion my returning to the village of my mother's childhood for the summerbut they don't know what I know, Ruth-- that it's all because of youFrom the Hardcover edition.

Bookclub Guide

Orchards (Delacorte/Random House, 2011) is a multilayered novel, dealing with many issues, including identity. Half Japanese and half Jewish-American, Kana has been raised in New York, but her visit to Japan helps her connect with her Japanese roots. The novel also deals with bullying, depression and suicide.

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Editorial Reviews

Starred Review, School Library Journal, March 2011:"Thompson has crafted an exquisite, thought-provoking story of grief and healing that will resonate with teen readers and give them much to discuss."Review, Publishers Weekly, January 3, 2011:“Eloquently captures a teenager’s anger, guilt, and sorrow after a classmate takes her own life. . . . Understated yet potent verse.”Review, Kirkus Reviews, January 1, 2011:“A fast-paced page-turner that explores the rippling effects of suicide.”Review, Booklist, January 1, 2011:“Readers will want to talk about the big issues, especially the guilt of doing nothing.” Review, VOYA, “Compelling. . . . Teens who enjoy learning about other cultures will relish Thompson’s ability to evoke the sights, smells, and tastes of Japan, while poetry fans will enjoy the novel’s unique format.”Review, The Winston-Salem Journal, March 20, 2011:"This lyrical look at bullying and the afterschocks of suicide may be gut-wrenching, but Orchards is crafted with a sensitive beauty."From the Hardcover edition.