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Half and Half

Half and Half

3.8 7
by Lensey Namioka

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Fiona Cheng is half and half: her father is Chinese and her mother is Scottish. But her features aren’t so neatly divided. Fiona looks more like her father than her mother, so people always expect her to be more interested in her Chinese half than her Scottish half. Lately even Fiona’s confused about who she really is. When her grandparents on both sides


Fiona Cheng is half and half: her father is Chinese and her mother is Scottish. But her features aren’t so neatly divided. Fiona looks more like her father than her mother, so people always expect her to be more interested in her Chinese half than her Scottish half. Lately even Fiona’s confused about who she really is. When her grandparents on both sides of the family come to town for a folk festival, the situation gets even worse. Fiona wants to dance with her Scottish grandfather’s folk dancing troupe. But whoever saw a Chinese girl dancing the Highland Reel? Fiona starts thinking of ways to make herself look more Scottish. But she doesn’t want her family to think she’s trying to hide her Chinese half. Everyone seems to expect different things from her. So maybe doing something totally unexpected is the only answer.

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Publishers Weekly
Likable 11-year-old Fiona Cheng narrates Namioka's (Ties That Bind, Ties That Break; Yang the Youngest and His Terrible Ear) novel about coping with a racially mixed heritage. When Fiona must check off her race on an enrollment form for a class at the local recreation center, she has trouble fitting herself into the boxes. "I'm half and half," she explains to readers, "my father is Chinese and my mother is Scottish," and she balks at checking "other" ("It would make me feel like an outsider, a weirdo who didn't belong anywhere"). Despite Fiona's objections to neat categorizations, the author's characterizations of Fiona (she looks Chinese but likes Scottish dancing) and of her brother (he looks mostly white but enjoys kung-fu) at times seem a bit too symmetrically flip-flopped. As a folk festival approaches, Fiona faces a dilemma-should she participate in the Scottish dancing (in a troupe directed by her grandfather) or attend her author/artist father's presentation of his Chinese-inspired children's books, scheduled for the same time slot? Readers will identify with Fiona's struggle to fit in and the comic (if familiar) stunts she attempts (e.g., dyeing her hair, with unwanted results). The conflicts can feel artificial, and the narrative sometimes lacks immediacy, as Fiona tends to recount character traits and background rather than letting these unfold dynamically. While many will cheer Fiona as she reconciles appearances and family pressures, the conclusion feels obvious. Ages 8-12. (June) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
Fiona Chang's mother is Scottish and her father is Chinese; this makes Fiona half and half. When both sets of her grandparents come to visit for the folk festival, Fiona begins to think that half-and-half is not such a great thing to be. Her mom's dad wants her to participate in the Scottish dancing, but her dad's mom wants her to present the traditional Chinese ensemble at the book reading. Fiona is confused and begins to try and figure out which side of the family she is really a part of. Namioka does a nice job of identifying the issues that a girl like Fiona may face—peer attitudes, appearances, familial pressures and the changing attitudes of becoming a teenager. The main question the reader may have is, why has Fiona not confronted this problem before? The way the story is presented implies that this issue is quite new even though Fiona is twelve years old. 2003, Delacorte Press/Random House, Ages 8 to 12.
— Caroline Haugen
School Library Journal
Gr 4-6-Eleven-year-old Fiona Cheng is half and half-her father is Chinese and her mother is Scottish. Being biracial hasn't bothered her, but lately she has been thinking about it quite a bit. It seems that people make assumptions about her based on her appearance. Her grandfather calls her red-haired brother "laddie" and expects him to be the one in the family interested in Scottish culture, and her paternal grandmother always seems surprised that Fiona is not a delicate Chinese girl. When it's time for Seattle's annual Folk Fest, Fiona is faced with a problem. She is expected to perform with her grandfather's Scottish dance group and participate in a talk her father is giving, wearing the costume her paternal grandmother has made for the occasion. Unfortunately, both events are scheduled for the same time. Fiona's solution to her dilemma allows her to please everyone, making her realize that she is 100 percent Fiona, and that is just fine. A humorous novel with an appealing heroine.-Terrie Dorio, Santa Monica Public Library, CA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
An earnest little effort tackles the issue of growing up biracial, but never moves beyond its premise. Fiona Cheng looks more like her Chinese-American father than her Scottish-American mother, but she feels caught equally between the two identities. From an initial puzzlement over how to fill out an official form's racial category line to a full-blown crisis over which event to attend at a folk culture festival, she explores her dual heritage. Namioka loads Fiona's ethnic dice, giving her a from-the-old-country Chinese grandmother and a set of from-the-auld-country Scottish grandparents; her desire to identify with and please each part of her family is believable enough within the narrative, but wildly programmatic. The plot comes to a head when Fiona finds herself scheduled to appear at her author-father's presentation in full Chinese regalia at the same time she is to participate in her grandfather's Scottish-dance demonstration. Naturally, she solves her dilemma inventively, deciding that she isn't "100% anything-except myself." Well-meaning and niche-filling, but little else. (Fiction. 8-12)
From the Publisher
Praise for Ties That Bind, Ties That Break:
“This colorful novel has the force and intensity of a memoir.”
Publishers Weekly, Starred

Product Details

Random House Children's Books
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Product dimensions:
5.60(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

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"Your form isn't complete, Fiona," said the recreations director. "I can't let you enroll in the folk dancing class until it's completely filled in."

The recreation center is located at a park not far from my school. For years the center had been used for adult education classes, such as pottery and language lessons. Recently the building was remodeled and expanded, and they started having classes for young people, too.

When I heard there were folk dancing classes, I immediately went over to enroll. I had never filled out one of their forms before, and I didn't know what the director meant by the form not being completely filled in. I looked it over again.

Name:Fiona Cheng
Address:2134 Hillside Blvd. E.
Seattle, WA
Class:Folk Dancing

It looked good to me.

"You didn't check a box for race," she said. "To get government funding, we have to let them know how many kids we have in each of the race categories."

This was a problem I'd bumped into before, but I still wasn't sure how to handle it. I took the form from her. "I'll finish it later," I muttered, and quickly left the recreation center.

On the way home, I tried to decide on the best way to complete the form. I had to check one of the boxes that said, "White," "Asian," "Black," "Hispanic," "Native American," or "Other." None of them would be right, though, because I'm not any one of those things. I'm half and half: my father is Chinese and my mother is Scottish. I couldn't just check either "White" or "Asian" since I'm half of each.

I suppose I could have checked the box for "Other," but I didn't want to. It would make me feel like anoutsider, a weirdo who didn't belong anywhere. I wanted to fit in like everyone else. Why didn't they have a box for people like me, who were half and half?

When I got home, Mom was in the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of tea. She teaches math at the university, so she's often home in the afternoon. She drinks tea instead of coffee, even though we live in Seattle, the nation's coffee capital. Tea is cheaper than coffee since you can use the tea bag over again. You see, Mom is very thrifty.

She says it's because a mathematician's aim when proving a theorem is to use as little as possible to prove as much as possible. In other words, you always spend a teeny bit to get a whole lot. After doing this for years and years, you wind up being ver-r-r-y thr-r-r-ifty.

I took a seat at the kitchen table. "Mom, what am I?" I asked.

She frowned. "What do you mean? You're Fiona Cheng, last time I looked."

"I'm not asking you who I am," I said. "I'm asking you what I am."

"What brought this on?" asked Mom, sipping her tea and looking at me over the rim of the cup. I think she suspected that the problem had something to do with our family being racially mixed. It's not something the two of us often discuss.

I told her about the form I had to fill out for the folk dancing class. Mom didn't answer right away. The expression in her hazel eyes didn't tell me much. "Why not check two boxes, one for ‘Asian' and one for ‘White'?" she suggested after a while.

"I don't think they'll accept that," I sighed. Suddenly I became angry. "Why do grown-ups always have to sort people into boxes anyway?"

"They like to do that, don't they?" said Mom. "But you can't always sort people by the way they look."

To be honest, though, I sorted people, too. Whenever I met another racially mixed kid for the first time, I thought about percentages. I said to myself, "Let's see . . . 65 percent/35 percent," meaning that he looks 65 percent one race and 35 percent another. Later, when I got to know the person well, I'd forget about the percentage business for the most part. But it was a tough habit to break completely. Maybe I get it from Mom's love of mathematics?

Since Mom wasn't any help, I went upstairs to Dad's studio. He writes and illustrates children's books. His best-known books are a series about a dragon living in ancient China. Dragons are supposed to do all sorts of good things, like bringing rain to lands suffering from drought. But Dad's dragon is secretly scared of water, and just about everything else, too. So how can his dragon present a majestic and fearsome image to the world while preserving his shameful secret? Each of Dad's books puts his dragon in a tight spot, but the dragon always manages to get out of it somehow.

I knew Dad was working on the illustrations for his latest dragon book. Normally I don't like to interrupt him, but this time I needed help.

Dad looked up from his drawing board and placed a large sheet of paper over the picture he was working on. He always does this automatically whenever anyone comes in while he's in the middle of something. He hates having people look at his work before he's satisfied with it.

"What's up, Fiona?" he asked.

I asked him the same question I had asked Mom. "I have to fill out a form for the folk dancing class, and they want to know what race I am. Should I check the box for ‘Asian,' or the box for ‘White'?"

Dad looked at me. His eyes are a dark brown, just like mine. "Would it bother you to check the box for ‘Asian'?" he asked.

"Of course it wouldn't," I said quickly. I've always known that I look more Asian. I have my dad's brown eyes, straight dark hair, and dark skin. By checking the box for "Asian," I would be telling him that I belonged with his people.

"It's just that I have to be accurate," I told Dad. "The recreation center has to report the number of kids they have in each race to get money from the government."

"Then you should do whatever feels right to you," said Dad.

The problem was that I didn't know what felt right to me.

Meet the Author

Lensey Namioka is the author of Ties that Bind, Ties that Break and its companion, An Ocean Apart, a World Away; as well as four books about theYang family, including Yang the Youngest and His Terrible Ear and Yang the Third and Her Impossible Family. The author lives in Seattle, WA.

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If you love suspence then you'll love this book. Fiona is signing up for folk dance classes and she has to choose her race, but she can't because she is half chinese but also half scottish. Later in the story folk fest is introduced and fiona is entered to do scottish dancing in her grandfather's troupe which will be performing at the folk fest. Then fiona is told that she looks just like the girl in her dads story and her grandmother will be making her a costume so that she can appear at her dads speech at the festival. Finnaly they all find out that fionas dad's speech and her grandfather's scottish dancing troupe is going on both at four o'clock on Sunday! what will they do next...you should read the story to find out!!!!!!!