Maizon at Blue Hill

Maizon at Blue Hill

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by Jacqueline Woodson

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Maizon Singh takes the biggest step of her life when she accepts a scholarship to boarding school and leaves her grandma and her best friend, Margaret, behind on Madison Street. There are only five black seventh grader among them.

Blue Hill is beautiful and Maizon has excellent teachers, small classes, and a friendly roommate. Yet something is missing. What is


Maizon Singh takes the biggest step of her life when she accepts a scholarship to boarding school and leaves her grandma and her best friend, Margaret, behind on Madison Street. There are only five black seventh grader among them.

Blue Hill is beautiful and Maizon has excellent teachers, small classes, and a friendly roommate. Yet something is missing. What is it that makes white people strange to her, that makes other black students threatening and safe at the same time? "We have to stick together, Maizon," one black girl says. "This school isn't about us—it's about them."

Maizon's not sure she belongs at Blue Hill after all. She worries about letting Grandma down. What if she doesn't succeed here? Can she go back to her old life on Madison Street?

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Maizon, 12, wins a scholarship to Blue Hill, an exclusive, girls-only academy in Connecticut. She reluctantly leaves her Brooklyn home for unfamiliar surroundings, apprehensive about being one of only five African American students at the school. She soon meets three older African American enrollees, who boast of their affluent backgrounds and isolate her from the other girls--including Pauli, the offspring of a mixed marriage, whom they detest for ``assimilating.'' Maizon resents such manipulation, and the trio consequently shuns her. Erecting a shield against further hurt, the girl becomes achingly lonely. Maizon senses she's an oddity at the essentially all-white Blue Hill and in her frank and engaging narrative admits to resisting the place, where racial insults are often seen in innocuous remarks--yet in fact only the three African American girls indulge in obviously bigoted comments. This simply told, finely crafted sequel to Last Summer with Maizon neatly avoids predictability while offering a perspective on racism and elitism rarely found in fiction for this age group. Ages 10-14. (Oct.)
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-- In this second in a planned trilogy, 12-year-old Maizon Singh goes off to an exclusive private school in Connecticut, where she has won an academic scholarship. Beautiful surroundings, good and caring teachers, small classes, and a rich extracurricular program can't offset the girl's confusion and growing alienation. She struggles to cope with snobbery and is distressed by both black elitism and white curiosity. Her sharp intelligence, strong self-image, and spirit help her to confront these challenges but she ultimately decides that Blue Hill is not for her. Far from an expression of failure, however, this represents Maizon's wise acceptance of a fact that escaped her elders--that she was not ready to be removed from the security of her home, with loving Grandma, best friend Margaret, and supportive neighbors. Rather than admitting defeat, Maizon is determined to ``find a place where smart black girls from Brooklyn could feel like they belonged.'' While readers might want more information about the peripheral characters than Woodson has provided, by relating the story in the first person, she has kept the focus on Maizon. A companion, rather than a sequel, to Last Summer with Maizon (Doubleday, 1990), which is told from Margaret's point of view, this book provides a provocative glimpse of the pain and beauty of a gifted girl's adolescence. Readers will eagerly await the third title from this articulate new voice.-- Marie Orlando, Suffolk Cooperative Library System, Bellport, NY

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Penguin Group (USA)
Publication date:
Margaret and Maizon Series , #2
Product dimensions:
5.78(w) x 8.56(h) x 0.73(d)
700L (what's this?)
Age Range:
9 - 12 Years

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The letter.



I folded the letter again. But as I licked the envelope and pressed it closed, something inside me froze. What if this letter didn’t make any sense to Margaret? What if she thought I was losing my mind here or something? My stomach tightened. Was I the only one who’d ever understand this Blue Hill thing? What it’s like to be like thisoutof my element is how somebody had described it once—away from everything and everybody that had always been familiar. I held the letter, staring at Margaret’s address. Then I added it to the others already piling up in my desk drawer. Maybe one day, I’d show them all to Margaret, and we could sit and read them together. But I wanted to be there with her when she opened each one—I wanted to show her I was okay, that I had survived. That even with all those crazy words on the paper, nothing had changed between us.

“Woodson’s story frankly confronts issues of color, class, prejudice, and identity.” —Booklist



“A provocative glimpse of the pain and beauty of a gifted girl’s adolescence.” —School Library Journal

Also by Jacqueline Woodson

After Tupac and D Foster

Behind You

Beneath a Meth Moon

Between Madison and Palmetto

Brown Girl Dreaming

The Dear One


From the Notebooks of Melanin Sun

The House You Pass on the Way


I Hadn’t Meant to Tell You This

If You Come Softly

Last Summer with Maizon



Miracle’s Boys

Peace, Locomotion

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First published in the United States of America by Delacorte Press, 1992
Published by G. P. Putnam’s Sons, a division of
Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 2002
Published by Puffin Books, a division of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 2002




Copyright © Jacqueline Woodson, 1992 All rights reserved





Woodson, Jacqueline.
Maizon at Blue Hill / Jacqueline Woodson.—1st G. P. Putnam’s Sons ed.
p. cm.
Sequel: Between Madison and Palmetto.
Summary: After winning a scholarship to an academically challenging boarding school,
Maizon finds herself one of only five blacks there and wonders if she will ever fit in.
Sequel to “Last Summer with Maizon.”
1. African Americans—Fiction. [1. African Americans—Fiction. 2. Schools—Fiction.
3. Gifted children—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.W868 Mai 2002 [Fic]-dc21 2001041743


ISBN: 9781101175118



For my friends

Table of Contents

The letter

Also by Jacqueline Woodson

Title Page

Copyright Page



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21


An Exciting Preview of Brown Girl Dreaming


Would you look at this?“Grandma said. We were sitting on the couch in the living room. Mr. Parsons, from the Blue Hill School, sat across from us, smiling.

“That’s the hill the school was named for,” he said, pointing toward the picture Grandma was looking at. I frowned at him and rolled my eyes. Did he think Grandma and me were bozos or something? The hill was blue—well, sort of. It looked like it was covered with moss and grass at the same time. Flowers, planted to spell out “Blue Hill School” grew around the edge of it.

“Isn’t this beautiful, Maizon?” Grandma pushed the photograph toward me. There was a stack of them on her lap and we had been looking at them all morning. Mr. Parsons was full of pictures and pamphlets and information about Blue Hill. All I wanted was to stay right on Madison Street with my best friend, Margaret, to go to P.S. 102 instead of some school in Connecticut.

I had plans for the fall. I was going to find out where our neighbor, Ms. Dell‘s, special powers came from and if there was a tiny, tiny chance that she might be planning on passing them on to me.

“You’re going to love it, Maizon,” Grandma said. Mr. Parsons smiled and nodded. You don’t even know me, man, I wanted to say to him. How would you know what I’m going to like?

“It looks nice, Grandma,” I said instead, because I knew all summer long Grandma had been bragging to people about me going away to Blue Hill.

“Are there other black girls there, Mr. Parsons?”

Mr. Parsons blinked. “Yes, Maizon. Of course there are other black girls.”

“Then how come there aren’t any in any of these pictures? We must have looked at a hundred of them. And how come there aren’t any in this?” I waved the catalog at him.

“The catalog needs to be updated, Maizon,” he said slowly. “We’re working on doing that this year. Blue Hill is actually somewhat behind other schools, in a way.” Mr. Parsons cleared his throat before continuing. “While we have small classes with caring teachers and some of the best athletic equipment, we’re still working on being more inclusive—bringing in more minorities and students who financially wouldn’t be able to have a boarding school experience if it weren’t for scholarship....”

I listened to him drone on for a while. I hated the word minorities. I mean, who decides who becomes a minority? Personally, I don’t consider myself less than anyone. When Mr. Parsons got to the part in his speech about the great founders of Blue Hill, I tuned him out. It was a trick I had. I could make a person disappear just by not listening to him.

“I wish I could take the whole trip up there....” Grandma was saying when I tuned back in.

“You can‘t, Grandma. Your legs.” Grandma had been having trouble with her legs all summer. Even though the doctor said it was nothing to worry about, he had warned her that she shouldn’t walk far distances and shouldn’t take long rides. Blue Hill was three hours away by train. “And plus, you promised that if I went there, I could take the train up most of the way by myself. You promised.”

Grandma sighed and put up her hand. “I know, I know, Maizon. You’re a big girl now. Don’t worry. I won’t go back on my word.”

Mr. Parsons rose and Grandma handed him the stack of pictures. “The board was really impressed with your interview, Maizon,” he said. “They think you’ll be an asset to Blue Hill.”

I nodded. It had been so long ago, I had nearly forgotten the day Grandma took me to Queens to meet with a group of teachers from Blue Hill. They seemed nice enough. Teachers were teachers. They were always asking you questions and then acting surprised because you knew the right answers. The Blue Hill people asked questions like all the others, opening their eyes wide when I answered them correctly, shaking their heads like they were disappointed in me when I didn’t.

I got up and locked the door behind Mr. Parsons, then came back to sit beside Grandma. She was knitting me a red sweater. The collar would be black. Those were my favorite colors together—black and red. If Blue Hill had black-and-red uniforms, I’d be there in a quick minute. But sixth graders—or lower school freshmen, as Mr. Parsons called them—had to wear blue plaid skirts with white blouses and blue blazers. I hated plaid anything.

Grandma rested her knitting in her lap and pulled me closer to her. “Maizon,” she said softly, “I know you think I’m evil for sending you away ...”

I swallowed. Evil is not the word I would have used.

“But,” Grandma continued, “you have to understand that going away is going to make you a different person.”

“I don’t want to be differ—”

“Shush, Maizon,” Grandma said softly. “Let me explain. Everybody wants a safe place. For me it was Colorado on the reservation. But I knew if I wanted to grow I had to leave. Madison Street is your safe place. But if you stay here too long, you’ll begin to think that this is all there is to life. I want you to see that there is more, that there are other people who have lives that are different from lives you know here. I want you to experience difference, Maizon. You were the only girl in Brooklyn to pass the exam for Blue Hill. The only one. Don’t you understand what that means? It means this is a chance for you to learn beyond the boundaries of Brooklyn. Outside of New York City. There is more than this, Maizon. There’s a whole world. You need to see that. And the only way to do so is to leave. This is a beginning for you. I think you’re ready.”

Beyond the boundaries of Brooklyn. Margaret and I had never stepped a foot outside of Brooklyn. We had made a promise to see Manhattan together when we saw it for the first time. Margaret and I had made lots of promises to each other. We wanted to be best friends ... always.

“Anybody could have passed that stupid test, Grandma. They didn’t even let Margaret take it. She would’ve passed and then at least me and her could still be together....”

“You’ll be together, Maizon. You and Margaret will always be together. Right here.” She pressed her finger to my chest. “That’s what makes best friends. It’s not whether or not you live on the same block or go to the same school, but how you feel about each other in your hearts.”

I felt a lump rising in the back of my throat and swallowed. “What if we change, Grandma? What if I come home and Margaret’s not my best friend anymore? Then I won’t have anybody.”

Grandma shook my shoulders and grinned. “What about this old lady, Maizon?”

I looked up at Grandma. We had been together since I was a baby. Leaving her was too hard even to think about. “You’re in my heart, Grandma.”

Grandma smiled, picking up her needles again and snapping them together so quickly they nearly blurred. “Maizon, Maizon, Maizon ...” she said softly. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Well, you could not send me to Blue Hill. That would be a start.”

“And then what? You’re too smart for the schools here in Brooklyn.”

Meet the Author

Jacqueline Woodson ( is the 2014 National Book Award Winner for her New York Times bestselling memoir BROWN GIRL DREAMING, which was also a recipient of the Coretta Scott King Award, a Newbery Honor Award, the NAACP Image Award and the Sibert Honor Award. Woodson was recently named the Young People’s Poet Laureate by the Poetry Foundation. Born on February 12th in Columbus, Ohio, Jacqueline Woodson grew up in Greenville, South Carolina, and Brooklyn, New York and graduated from college with a B.A. in English. She is the author of more than two dozen award-winning books for young adults, middle graders and children; among her many accolades, she is a four-time Newbery Honor winner, a three-time National Book Award finalist, and a two-time Coretta Scott King Award winner. Her books  include THE OTHER SIDE, EACH KINDNESS, Caldecott Honor Book COMING ON HOME SOON; Newbery Honor winners FEATHERS, SHOW WAY, and AFTER TUPAC AND D FOSTER, and MIRACLE'S BOYS—which received the LA Times Book Prize and the Coretta Scott King Award and was adapted into a miniseries directed by Spike Lee. Jacqueline is also the recipient of the Margaret A. Edwards Award for lifetime achievement for her contributions to young adult literature, the winner of the Jane Addams Children’s Book Award, and was the 2013 United States nominee for the Hans Christian Andersen Award. She lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.

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Maizon Singh takes the biggest step in her life when she accepts a scholarship to boarding school and leaves her grandmother and her best friend, Margaret,behind on Madison Street. Blue Hill is a beautiful school, and it seems to have every thing terrific teachers, small classes, a friendly roommate. And those other four girls are from wealthy families. Does Maizon belong at Blue Hill after all? And even if she decides she doesn't how can she possibly let her grandmother down?