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If I Could Fly

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Fifteen-year-old Doris is used to taking care of herself. Her musician parents have always spent more time singing in nightclubs than watching after her.  But when her ailing mother goes home to Puerto Rico to get well and pursue a singing career there, and her father finds a new girlfriend, Doris is more alone than she’s ever been.  Disconnected from her family and her best friends, who are intertwined in terrifying relationships with a violent classmate, Doris finds refuge in taking care of homing ...

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Overview

Fifteen-year-old Doris is used to taking care of herself. Her musician parents have always spent more time singing in nightclubs than watching after her.  But when her ailing mother goes home to Puerto Rico to get well and pursue a singing career there, and her father finds a new girlfriend, Doris is more alone than she’s ever been.  Disconnected from her family and her best friends, who are intertwined in terrifying relationships with a violent classmate, Doris finds refuge in taking care of homing pigeons on her apartment building’s roof.  As Doris tries to make sense of it all, she learns that, just like the pigeons, she might have to fly far distances before she finds out where she belongs.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Her [Doris] pain and confusion at her mother’s unexpected departure and her bewilderment when her father begins seeing another woman will speak to many teens who have experienced the separation and/or divorce of their own parents.” –VOYA

“Suggest this novel to thoughtful students, particularly those with a bit of the dreamer in them.” –School Library Journal

“The characters shine, particularly Doris, whose quiet, tart sense of humor adds both warmth and edge to her story.” –Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books

“The musical blend of Spanish and English prose is lush, and an unforced flight motif frames and illuminates this beautiful story.” –Booklist

“It’s an elegantly written novel about growing up and becoming independent…and Doris is a relatable character who survives a hard year of learning to find her own way. ¡Viva, Doris!Horn Book

“A familiar story of mother/daughter relationships delivered lyrically, simply and inspirationally.” –Starred, Kirkus Reviews

Children's Literature - Naomi Milliner
Like the pigeons she nurtures and loves, fifteen-year-old "New Jerseyrican" Doris yearns to fly. Her mother does, too. As the story opens, "Mami" has, literally, flown the coop, leaving Doris and "Papi" behind. Over the next two months, as she anxiously awaits a phone call or letter, Doris vacillates between missing, and resenting, her mom. When the longed-for letter finally arrives, Doris learns that her mother has a serious heart condition and has no plans to return to her family. With Mami gone and Papi busy with a new girlfriend, Doris begins hanging out with her friends, Arturo and Yolanda, who are respectively mugged and pregnant. When Yolanda shoots Arturo's mugger (who is also the father of her unborn child), Doris is overwhelmed by the misery all around her, and understands her mother's "panic that this barrio would eventually suffocate her." Once school lets out, Doris decides to visit Mami in Puerto Rico, secretly planning to remain there permanently. Borrowing characters from her previous collection of short stories (An Island Like You), Cofer has fashioned a lovely, lyrical novel with hope and heart. Doris is a sympathetic, well-rounded heroine worth rooting for, and the numerous flying metaphors sprinkled throughout make this read take flight (pun intended). Reviewer: Naomi Milliner
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—Doris is the 15-year-old "not-beautiful, not-really-ugly" child of musically gifted Puerto Rican parents. She lives in the barrio of Paterson, NJ, at the far edge of the Nuyorican dream. Her escape is the rooftop, where she discusses dreams with Doña Iris and cares for the pigeons left behind when Don Juan Pablo died. Doris's mother, a talented but volatile singer, has abruptly left the family and her father travels often, promoting and playing in bands. Doris looks after herself well enough, intercepting letters sent by the school, but she resents the fact that her father has acquired a lady friend and her mother rarely calls. A gang-related beating and shooting come too close for the comfort of her absent Papi, and Doris is sent to San Juan for the summer to stay with her mother (who has acquired a shady man friend) and her abuela, who has a good head, a loving heart, and a proverb for every situation. Readers will feel the warmth and love within this messy, imperfect family, even as the characters struggle with shortcomings and occasional self-centeredness. Most pages have a Spanish word or two, and they flow easily within this beautifully written story. Doris and her schoolmates Arturo, Yolanda, and Kenny appeared in An Island Like You: Stories of the Barrio (Orchard, 1995), an award-winning short-story collection. Suggest this novel to thoughtful students, particularly those with a bit of the dreamer in them.—Maggie Knapp, Trinity Valley School, Fort Worth, TX
Kirkus Reviews

Sixteen years after the publication of the Pura Belpré–winningAn Island Like You(1995), Cofer returns to the characters of her New Jersey barrio with an affecting treatment of one girl's coming-of-age. Doris wakes up one morning not that long after herquinceañerato find her mother gone. Claribel, a singer with a heart condition, has returned to her own mother in Puerto Rico, leaving Doris home with her usually-absent musician father. Left mostly to herself, Doris acts out: She wears Claribel's glamorous but inappropriate clothing to school, she lets her grades slip and she's rude to her father's new Jewish–Puerto Rican girlfriend. Doris' usual sources of peace have been disrupted. She still cherishes the pigeons on her apartment building's roof, but one is injured. She cares for the pigeons with her aging former babysitter, but Doña Iris is increasingly senile. She reunites with an estranged school friend, only to find herself the suspect in a shooting. In mellifluous prose liberally sprinkled with Spanish, narrator Doris tries on personalities, trying to make sense of herself. Is she a singer, a psychic, a pigeon keeper? Is she a friend or a daughter, a New Jerseyite or a Puerto Rican, a neighbor or a dreamer? An extemporized high-school musical appropriately provides a gently chaotic climax. A familiar story of mother/daughter relationships delivered lyrically, simply and inspirationally.(Fiction. 11-15)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780374335175
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 5/24/2011
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 1,431,872
  • Age range: 12 - 18 Years
  • Lexile: 820L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Judith Ortiz Cofer is a native of Puerto Rico. She is a poet, essayist, and novelist whose most recent book for young readers is Call Me Maria: A Novel in Letters, Poems, and Prose. She is the Regents and Franklin Professor of English and Creative Writing at the University of Georgia.

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If I Could Fly


By Judith Ortiz Cofer

Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

Copyright © 2011 Judith Ortiz Cofer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780374335175

IF I COULD FLY (Chapter One)

When I come out of my room ready to go to church, I find Papi in the kitchen drinking yesterday's coffee. He's looking perdido, lost, in deep thought as he stares at the newspaper. When he sees me, he announces abruptly, "Doris, there is something you need to know. Your mother left this morning and was too upset to wake you to say goodbye."

"Thanks for the bulletin, Papi."

I stare at him while trying to swallow the large lump in my throat. He could have let me sit down first. He's wearing his pajama bottoms and a T-shirt with his band's name--Caliente! Caliente!--that prominently features their motto, "It doesn't get hotter than this," and a silly drawing of a guitar on fire. After what feels like a century of ignoring my eyes' daggers, and my silence, he finally looks up from his paper, but doesn't even seem to notice my crumbling face.

"Where is she?"

"She has gone for a while." The way he says the words, like someone trying not to say too much, makes me feel cold all over. He folds and refolds the newspaper.

"Where is she?" I hear the whine in my own voice and feel the baseball-size lump in my throat throbbing--this means I'm going to start bawling like a baby any minute.

"Hija, your mother doesn't want me to say any more right now, just that she's okay. She called me when I was in the city with the Merry Widows and told me that she needs to get away. She needs time to herself, Doris. Can you trust me on this?"

No, I can't trust him on this! They are both playing games with me. I hate the way they treat me like an adult when it suits them, but keep me out of all their plots and plans.

"By herself?" I ask him, sarcasm creeping into my voice.

"She said she needs time to herself. Doris, you are fifteen, almost a woman. You know how to take care of yourself, and I'll be around as much as I can. Please, mi amor..." But I don't let him finish the sentence. I run up to the roof to be by myself, church forgotten. The pigeons are gone for the day, but at least I can count on them coming home at night. I let myself cry as much as I want. I guess I knew Mami was going to leave, but having my father actually say it was like being punched in the stomach.

"Where are you?" I scream the question up at the sky and then down at the sidewalk, where an old woman stops and looks up. I didn't know my voice carried so far.

After I scream and cry, I feel a bit saner, and I start thinking: Is it my fault that my parents' marriage has exploded--just like the junky band speakers that they blew up one night?

Although Mami has always played the quirky artist and diva, I don't think my parents are unhappy. My father seems content to be doing what he does most days. He makes plans for his bands. He writes songs about an island that is real only in his dreams, about women who are much more beautiful than the ones he knows. He talks to me about the future. His idea is that I will get an education and make a life away from the barrio. He wants me to be the one to fly the furthest because I am smart and practical. He thinks I should switch to a Catholic high school, and maybe go to college. He thinks that I will be saved from the bad influences of the barrio through an education, become a good, successful Latina--whatever that means.

Caliente! Caliente! (most people forget the second caliente, which upsets my father, who gave it two names for a reason--he wants it said like you just got burned: hot! hot!) is one of two bands my father co-manages. He is also the drummer. The other one is an all-woman polka group called the Merry Widows. But he only travels with Caliente! I know he prefers to stay near home. He has his fan base here. Or maybe he wanted to stay home for my mother, who, on bad days, acted like our apartment was a cage. She talked about time running out. At one point, she wanted me to take voice lessons and to sing some duets with her. She kept talking about the School of Performing Arts. She thought we could be famous as a mother/daughter singing team. But the more she tried to persuade me, the less I liked the idea.

I finally lost it, and informed them that I was not their property, that I sing only when I want to. I particularly didn't want to sing in a salsa band to a bunch of loud people drinking rum all night long and then go home to sleep the day away and dream of fame and fortune.

To clear my head of all my parents' mumbo jumbo, I began going to the roof, where I've taken up the care and feeding of Doa Iris's pigeons. Their lives make sense to me. Birds know the time by instinct: when it's time for their coops to be opened, when to fly, and when to come home and eat the food I set out for them. The couples go to their own little apartments after a day of flying. They have a purpose for each hour.

Now, up on the roof, the sky seems close enough to touch. I imagine that just beyond the blue is the place where dreams are stored, and the closer you get to them, the easier it is to call them into your head. If I could get away with it, I'd make myself a place to live up here. It would be so sweet to fall asleep listening to the soft cooing of the pigeons, then to wake to a new day, free of walls.

I am the not-beautiful, not-really-ugly only child of salseros. But, unlike my parents, I am not musically obsessed, although I can sing almost as well as my mother.

And I am a medium. This is not my size in T-shirts. It means that I have dreams that show me things no one else knows. And I can tell a lot about a person just by being in the same room. None of my friends know this about me. I only found out myself when our neighbor, Doa Iris, the local oracle and, when I was little, my sometime babysitter, told me I had facultades. Having facultades means that a person has the potential to receive the gift of clairvoyance. You have to train yourself to accept it; if you don't, then your talent will disappear. Doa Iris said my mother did just that, wasted her own spiritual talent by focusing on singing trivial songs about people falling in and out of love. "God is generous, Doris, but he's not going to give someone two gifts at once," Doa Iris said when I asked whether my mother had facultades, too: "Your mother chose singing instead of dreaming, and He said, Okay, girl, if that's what you want, but you can't have both. Not in equal measure, you can't."

Doa Iris went on speaking. "Want to know all there is to know about El Amor?" I thought she was asking me a question, but she was only making a point. "You won't learn it from listening to silly songs, or even from reading psychology books. Love with a capital L happens to be a different thing for every single human being. So if you want to know what El Amor is, wait your turn. If you are lucky, you won't have to ask."

So Doa Iris talked me into it. I gave up practicing my singing and started concentrating on my other gift, the one my mother had rejected. What's singing compared to conference calls with the dead?

My mother does not like Doa Iris much, but my father does. Mami calls her La Bruja, the witch, and says that the only reason that she can see into the future is because she snoops around our building all day long and knows everybody's personal business. Still, she had no choice when it came to a babysitter for me; there was no one else to stay with me the nights my parents were away.

These days, I don't spend much time with Doa Iris. She has started to go senile, especially since her buddy, Don Pichn, died. But lately I've been thinking about the things she said about my "gift."

I hear my mother's voice when I look through my boxes of what she called "souvenirs": calendars, posters, wedding and baptism favors, napkins with pictures of old couples celebrating their fiftieth anniversaries--all kinds of stuff she brought home to me as a sort of show-and-tell, to illustrate her stories of where she'd been performing and the people she had met. These were my good-night stories when I was little. In my mind, I'd fly to those parties as she spoke, and she'd make me laugh with her imitations of the drunk father of the bride, or the birthday girl at a fancy quinceaera spilling punch on her thousand-dollar gown.

The day my mother left, I started to have strange dreams at night, dreams where I feel my mother's presence in the room, smell her perfume, and hear her voice. It takes me a while to convince myself that it's all in my head.

I also start dreaming about flying, but these are daydreams. While I scrub the roof of bird poop and human trash--beer bottles, candy wrappers, a roach here and there--I imagine what it'd be like to fly over the city toward the ocean. While I wait for my mother to come home, and for my father to stay around long enough to make a plan for the future, I try to make my own flight plan.

In the meantime, I take care of the birds. It's the deal I make with myself this crazy spring when both my parents have gone nuts: I'll stay cool for a while, at least until school ends. I'll keep the apartment from turning into a dump and take care of the birds. After that, I don't know. Maybe I'll fly away, too.

IF I COULD FLY Copyright 2011 by Judith Ortiz Cofer



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