Yellow Mini by Lori WeberYellow Mini by Lori Weber

Yellow Mini

byLori Weber

Paperback | September 7, 2011

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A powerful free-verse novel that intertwines the coming-of-age stories of five teens and their relationships with each other, their parents, and themselves.

Mark, Mr. Popularity, tools around town in the yellow mini left to him by his recently deceased father; his new girlfriend Stacey can't believe her luck, but doesn't understand Mark's odd need to disappear into the woods from time to time; her former friends Mary and Annabelle try to find their place in the world - shy Mary transforms into a concert pianist and Annabelle into an world-changing activist with the idealistic and adoring Christopher by her side. In the background, the teens' parents struggle with their desire to protect their children, yet give them room to grow into the adults they must become. Each voice tells his or her story in powerful free verse.

Lori Weber was born and raised in Montreal. A member of CANSCAIP, she is currently an English teacher at John Abbott College in Montreal and is the author of Klepto, Split, Tattoo Heaven, Strange Beauty, and If You Live Like Me. Yellow Mini is Lori's first novel written in verse.Lori Weber was born and raised in Montreal. A member of C...
Title:Yellow MiniFormat:PaperbackDimensions:243 pages, 7.5 × 5.5 × 0.7 inPublished:September 7, 2011Publisher:Fitzhenry & WhitesideLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1554551994

ISBN - 13:9781554551996

Appropriate for ages: 14


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Terrific I never thought I'd enjoy reading poetry or free verse but this book changed all that. I really enjoyed the stories of these high school kids and their parents. Couldn't put down the book or wait to pick it up again.
Date published: 2012-03-21

Read from the Book

I can’t help wondering what he was like, or is like, because he’s not dead, he’s just not here, in my life. My mom tells me I don’t need to know him, that knowing him wouldn’t change who I am. But how does she know that? It’s like the one about the tree falling in the forest when no one is there to hear it. Doesn’t it still fall? I guess I’m kind of like the tree, only my father isn’t around to see me. Maybe I’d grow differently if he were.