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Sixteen-year-old Samar—aka Sam—is an Indian American teenager whose mom has kept her away from her old-fashioned family. It’s never bothered Sam, who is busy with school, friends, and a demanding boyfriend. But things change after 9/11. A guy in a turban shows up at Sam’s house—and turns out to be her uncle. He wants to reconcile the family and teach Sam about her Sikh heritage. She is eager to learn, but when boys attack her uncle, shouting "Go home Osama!" Sam realizes she could be in danger—and just how ...

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Overview

Sixteen-year-old Samar—aka Sam—is an Indian American teenager whose mom has kept her away from her old-fashioned family. It’s never bothered Sam, who is busy with school, friends, and a demanding boyfriend. But things change after 9/11. A guy in a turban shows up at Sam’s house—and turns out to be her uncle. He wants to reconcile the family and teach Sam about her Sikh heritage. She is eager to learn, but when boys attack her uncle, shouting "Go home Osama!" Sam realizes she could be in danger—and just how dangerous ignorance is.

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"An important book for young people about coming to terms with identity, prejudice, and family in a post-9/11 world. A touching portrait of a strong-willed daughter and her rebellious mother." — Marina Budhos, author of Ask Me No Questions and Tell Us We're Home

"Everyone — teens and adults alike — should read this wise, warm story of family, friendship, tolerance, and finding out who you really are." — Anjali Banerjee, author of Maya Running and Looking for Bapu

"Neesha Meminger writes with honesty, a big heart, and bold humor. I laughed, cried, learned, and related." — Tanuja Desai Hidier, author of Born Confused

"I want to give this novel to every teen on the hunt for the unvarnished truth about her own story." — Mitali Perkins, author of Secret Keeper

Publishers Weekly

"Before Uncle Sandeep walked back into my life, I'd never cared that I was a Sikh.... But that was before 9/11." Raised in suburban New Jersey, 17-year-old Samar has few connections to her Indian heritage. Her mother, having felt oppressed by her conservative Sikh parents, cut ties with them years earlier ("My mom spent a whole lot of time... smudging the hard lines that made us different from everyone around us"). Samar's uncle, eager to reconnect in the wake of the 9/11 attacks, helps the teenager learn about her background, taking her to a Sikh temple and reintroducing her estranged grandparents into her life. A number of acts of violence, including an incident in which some classmates throw bottles at her uncle's car while they are driving, further spur Samar's awakening, causing her to reconsider what it means to be Indian in America. Debut novelist Meminger raises complex questions of identity, but avoids moralizing or spelling out answers for readers, who will likely be hooked as Samar takes a second look at her relationships with her boyfriend, friends and family, while seeking a better understanding of herself. Ages 14-up. (Mar.)

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Children's Literature - Amie Rose Rotruck
Samar has never thought much about being of Indian descent. Her mother cut off all ties with her traditional Sikh family, and Samar was fine being a "coconut" (brown on the outside, white on the inside). Then, in the months after 9/11, Samar's Uncle Sandeep showed up on her doorstep, wanting to re-establish ties with his sister and niece. Despite her mother's objections, Samar pressures Sandeep into teaching her about their family and heritage. Samar's best friend Molly and boyfriend Mike have difficulty understanding why Samar is now so touchy when they exhibit prejudice towards her uncle. They don't get her newfound interest in family. As Samar finds out more about being Sikh, she tries to reconcile the beliefs with her modern upbringing and to understand the hatred exhibited towards Sikhs and Muslims. While this book is set in a time that now qualifies as historical fiction, the issues that Samar faces are still very relevant. Samar is characterized very realistically, and her interactions with her friends and family are extremely well portrayed in this interesting and thought-provoking story. Reviewer: Amie Rose Rotruck
VOYA - Karen Sykeny
In this well-written contemporary novel, high school student Samar "Sam" knows nothing about her Sikh Indian heritage. As one fellow student calls her, she is a coconut—brown on the outside and white on the inside. The story takes place one week after the September 11 attacks. She comes home from school to find a turbaned man knocking at her front door. She is scared at first, but then finds out the man is her Uncle Sandeep, from her mother's estranged side of the family. By reconnecting with Uncle Sandeep and researching for her paper about the September 11 attacks, Sam learns much about her rich Sikh Indian history and also begins to rethink her relationships with her best friend and boyfriend. She starts to experience fear and racism from other students when they see her with her turbaned Uncle. Rocks and soda cans get thrown at them while they are driving. This novel takes a hard look at diversity, friendship, family, prejudice, tolerance, misunderstanding, ignorance, and terrorism, culminating in what it means to "know thyself." The book handles these issues nicely by telling the story of a compelling and likeable character trying to find her real identity. It is an enjoyable, difficult-to-put-down book. Readers will learn about a unique religion and culture and how it can feel for minorities living and assimilating into American life after September 11. Reviewer: Karen Sykeny
School Library Journal

Gr 6-10

Samar, an Indian-American teen, blends in easily with her classmates and has never known her extended family or their culture or Sikh religion. That changes when her long-lost Uncle Sandeep shows up, in a turban, on her doorstep four days after the 9/11 attacks to reach out to the family, and an Indian classmate refers to her as a "coconut"-brown on the outside, white on the inside. Samar soon realizes that she has been missing a vital part of herself and she seeks to discover it. Along the way, her path to self-discovery is riddled with pain, racism, healing, love, and reconciliation. Meminger's debut book is a beautiful and sensitive portrait of a young woman's journey from self-absorbed naïveté to selfless, unified awareness.-Terri Clark, Smokey Hill Library, Centennial, CO

Kirkus Reviews
Seventeen-year-old Jersey girl Samar has never given much thought to her Indian heritage. Her single mother insists that being American is what counts and has been estranged from her own traditional Sikh family since Sam was a toddler. Then 9/11 happens and suddenly Sam is hyperaware of her brown skin. Soon after, her mother's brother shows up, seeking a family reconciliation and causing Sam to question everything she has ever been told (or not told) about her background. As her knowledge of her personal history grows, Sam realizes that she no longer wants to be a "coconut" (brown on the outside, white on the inside). She begins reaching out to Indian classmates and researching Sikhism online, acts that end up redefining her existing relationships with her best friend and boyfriend, both white. This straightforward and ultimately reassuring novel reads like an older Sikh version of Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret and will fill a niche in any school or public library looking to beef up their YA multicultural fiction offerings. (Fiction. 13 & up)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442403055
  • Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books
  • Publication date: 6/15/2010
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 247
  • Sales rank: 476,023
  • Age range: 14 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Neesha Meminger was born in Punjab, India, at the tail end of the 1960s, and grew up in Toronto, Canada. She currently lives in New York City, where she and her husband spend most days being ignored by a seven-year-old Leo and a four-year-old Aries. This is her first novel. Visit Neesha's website atneeshameminger.com.

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Chapter 1

There is a man wearing a turban ringing our doorbell. I walk slowly up the driveway and stop a safe, short distance from him as he rings again.

"Yes?" I ask, cautiously. Is this guy a salesman? Lost, asking for directions? Strange, weirdo lunatic? We're not expecting anyone, as far as I know, and all of Mom's clients use the separate entrance to her basement office.

The man jerks around. "Samar...?" he says, his eyes widening. He steps toward me.

Okay, strange, weirdo lunatic — who knows my name! I shift the bag I'm holding, with my brand-new pedicure kit in it, to my other hand and take a quick step back in the process. Because of the pounding in my ears, my voice comes out as a shrill squeak. "Who wants to know?"

He stops and puts his hands in his pockets, his smile fading. "You don't recognize me," he says. He looks down as if he's lost something.

I grip my shopping bag tighter and squint at him. Recognize him? What is he talking about? Why would I recognize him? I know that I don't know any turban-wearing, dark-bearded, and mustached men. There aren't any on our street, that's for sure.

Is that it? Maybe this guy is lost. But then, how does he know my name?

"Samar," he says, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm your Uncle Sandeep, your mother's younger brother. Do you remember me at all?"

My throat goes dry as I look into his face. The only uncle I have is in my mother's photo albums. An uncle I haven't seen since I was a baby — and no, I don't remember him at all. But this guy looks a lot like that uncle.

I swallow hard and shake my head. My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. "I don't remember you."

He reaches into his pocket and I jump. He holds up a hand. "It's okay," he says, pulling out a wallet. He flips through some cards and holds one up for me to see; an ID card for a gym membership. Under the photo is his name, Sandeep Ahluwahlia.

"No, I recognize you, from my mom's photos, but I don't remember you...from my childhood."

He clears his throat, color rising in his face. He steps forward with a hesitant smile and holds out his arms. When I don't make any move toward him, he drops one arm and extends the other. I falter, but then offer my hand, which he promptly engulfs with both of his and proceeds to pump enthusiastically.

"Samar, look how grown you are — I can hardly believe my eyes! You were only a baby when I saw you last."

Why are you here? I want to say, but I stand there mutely while my arm is all but wrenched off my body.

He finally lets go of my hand and steps back. He looks like he's trying not to sweep me up in his arms, so I scoot around him, leaving plenty of room between us, and leap up the porch steps to the front door. "Wait here," I say. "I'll go get Mom."

Mom usually sees clients on weekdays, but since some of them work and can't make it in during the week, she sets aside a few hours on Saturday mornings for them. Almost all of her clients are women who have "issues stemming from childhood."

I let the door slam behind me, drop my bag, and run downstairs to Mom's basement office. I'm about to pound on her door, right underneath the gold plaque with SHARANJIT AHLUWAHLIA, MSW engraved on it, when she flings it open.

"Sammy! Is everything all right? I just heard the door slam and then you running down the stairs."

"Mom, there's a guy upstairs claiming to be your long-lost brother."

She stops short. "There's a what?"

"Uncle Sandeep, the guy from the pictures in your album — at least that's who he says he is. He's standing upstairs. On our front steps. Right now."

"Impossible." Her face drains of its usual honey warmth. She turns slowly to walk up the stairs. I follow on her heels.

When we get to the door, we both peer through the small window in the kitchen. The man is still there, staring up at the faint traces of smoke left behind by a passing plane. Mom opens the door quickly and steps outside. I slip out just in time to miss having it smack me in the face.

"Yes?" she says, just a bit too loudly.

The man whirls around. "Sharan!" He takes a long stride toward her. His face is beaming and his eyes are shiny. Then he stops abruptly. I look at Mom's stricken face. If I had any doubts at all before, they disappear now: This guy is, without a doubt, her brother. She looks frozen solid. I move closer to her.

"Sharan...I'm sorry to come by out of the blue like this...." He plunges his hands into his pockets.

"What do you want?" Mom asks firmly, sounding and looking more like the mom I know.

"Just to talk, Sharan. Nothing more," he says softly. "We let far too much nonsense get in the way...."

"We?" Mom arches her eyebrows.

"Yes, we: me, and Ma and Papa."

Mom's shoulders inch down slowly from where they were, hunched up near her ears, as my pulse starts racing. My uncle is standing here. Live and in the flesh. A member of Mom's estranged and mysterious family.

"Why now?" she asks. "All these years you could have visited, called...something, anything." Her voice cracks on the last word.

"You're right," he says, his voice husky. "But we're living in different times now, Sharan, and I want to be close to the ones I love. The world is in turmoil — war is raging. Anything could happen at any moment. So many people lost loved ones on what they thought was just another ordinary day...." He trails off before looking up at her again. "Yes, it has been many years, and I know it may take just as many to make it right. But Sharan, let's just talk, at least? Then, if you want, you can kick me out and call me names and tell me never to come back. It'll be just like when we were kids." He gives her an uncertain grin.

That seems to crack through some of Mom's shield. She swallows, and the muscles around her mouth relax a bit more. "You never would get lost, even then."

This time he grins for real. Mom hesitates, then steps aside. But instead of walking past her to the door, he folds her in his arms in an embrace that is awkward and tender and warm all at once. I see Mom slowly untense until her arms go around his shoulders as well.

Since my dad left when I was about two, I don't think I've ever seen her hug a grown man. She tried dating a few times, but that never amounted to anything. Now she says she's got her work, her friends, and me — what else does she need? I could think of at least one or two other things, but I usually keep them to myself.

My heart races with possibility. This is a member of Mom's family! My family. The family that I've asked about a million times and never gotten any clear, direct answers, except that they were "miserable, critical, and controlling people."

When they part, there's a damp stain on Uncle Sandeep's shirt in the place that Mom's face was buried. He dabs at the inside corners of his eyes. Mom takes my hand as we walk up the steps.

Inside, she ushers her brother into a seat next to her at the kitchen table. "Would you like some tea?" I ask him. All of a sudden, I feel inexplicably shy. And a bit jittery, like I just drank several shots of espresso or something.

"Just water, please."

"Mom?" I ask, holding up a glass. She nods and bends down to scratch her ankle. The outline of her yin-yang tattoo peeks out on the back of her neck, half covered by her lime green sweater.

"Nice tattoo," Uncle Sandeep says.

She absently fingers the outline on the back of her neck. "I got it a few months after what's-his-name left." She still won't say my biological father's name out loud. All she will say is that he decided marriage with her was not what he wanted. And, since he was a son in an Indian family, his parents made it all her fault. Said she was too argumentative and out of control.

Which could very easily be true, though it would be hard to tell, given that Mom's parents were super-religious Sikhs when she was growing up — not letting her cut her hair, shave her legs, go out with her friends, and expecting her to marry someone they picked. She says that's the reason she bolted. Super-religious parents + major restrictions = unhappy Mom walking out the door forever.

Except now Uncle Sandeep just walked back in said door. All of a sudden, an unsettling thought flits across my mind: Does he think he's going to come back around and be some kind of "male authority figure" in my life? If so, he's got another think coming. I walk around to Mom's other side and sit down next to her with conviction.

He, in contrast, gets up, turns his chair backward, and sits with his knees on either side of the backrest, resting his chin on the top of it. "I like your place." He looks at me with a warm smile. "In some ways," he says, turning to Mom, "it feels like only a few days since I last saw you. You look exactly the same, Sharan, except for the gray hair." His eyes glint with mischief.

"And your paunch," Mom shoots back, winking at me.

Good one, Mom. I grin and relax a bit, wondering why Mom has been so uptight about her family. He seems okay, this guy...Uncle Sandeep.

He laughs. "Sharan, I've missed you."

"Your dialing finger doesn't look broken," Mom says, eyeing his hands.

He smirks. "Touché. When you got married, I was young and dumb, Sharan. I thought Ma and Papa were right, and that you were only making trouble to annoy them. I blamed you for ruining everything. Then I got married, and that started changing my perspective a little."

"I got the invitation to your wedding. I just couldn't attend, Sandeep." There's a hint of remorse in her voice. She sighs and runs a finger along the rim of her glass. "It was right after the whole thing with what's-his-name, and the entire family was there. I just couldn't face the stares, and the whispers and questions. I went through enough of that when I was a teenager."

He nods. "I didn't expect you to be there. Ma and Papa were hoping you'd show up anyway, for appearances' sake."

"Typical. That's all they ever cared about," Mom says. "I'm sorry it didn't work out with Baljit. I heard from Jasleen Dhatt that you were getting divorced."

"The marriage had been deteriorating for some time, but neither of us wanted to admit it," he says, looking up at the ceiling. "We separated about two years ago, and the divorce was finalized six months ago. That's when I got the slightest taste of what you must've gone through with Ma and Papa during that whole mess — "

Mom glances at me. "And then you realized you missed your big sister," she concludes quickly.

"And then I realized how lonely it can be without family around." He pauses to give her a meaningful look as his eyes flit briefly over me. "I had it out many times with Ma and Papa over the last few years about my marriage, and I missed you terribly. I wanted so much to pick up the phone and talk to you, but I remembered how final you were — how angry — about everything when you cut us off."

He drops his chin to his chest for a moment before looking back up. "Ma and Papa are a pain, yes. No arguments there. But they're still Ma and Papa. And you're a bossy know-it-all, but only you know what life was like growing up with them. I miss conspiring against them with you, even though you made all the plans and I got caught implementing them."

Mom yields to a small smile. "Not my fault you were slow and clumsy, always rushing ahead without getting all the facts."

Steadily, the interaction between Mom and Uncle Sandeep becomes easy and fluid, as if only a few months have passed since they last saw each other, not fifteen years.

And when I really think about it, I can recall her talking to her friends about how much, above all else, she missed her brother. And the times she seemed most nostalgic were the rare moments when she shared a happy memory from her childhood that included Uncle Sandeep. At those times, the look on her face reminded me of the times I went for sleepovers at my best friend Molly's house and felt homesick.

"Samar." He turns his whole body to look at me. "Do you remember the little yellow Winnie the Pooh stars and moon blanket I gave you when you turned two?" It takes a moment to register exactly what he's saying, but when I do, my jaw drops.

That Winnie the Pooh blanket was the only thing that helped me fall asleep after my father left. I have faint, wispy memories of crying for my "yum-yum" and desperately searching for it. By the time I stopped using it, I was six and the thing was tattered, gray, and almost see-through. And it's still upstairs in my trunk.

"You gave me that?"

"Gosh, I'd forgotten all about that," Mom says, shaking her head slowly.

Up until this very moment, I had seen this man as a sort of fascinating but familiar stranger; a brief glimpse into Mom's — and my — mysterious past. Not someone who knew me before my yum-yum.

As Uncle Sandeep gets up to leave, I see the faint outlines of what once must have been a strong bond between Mom and Uncle Sandeep. It zings, sort of like an invisible current of shared pain, secrets, and loyalty. There's a kind of elation that I've never seen before in Mom's eyes. Something like hope.

Uncle Sandeep turns to me. "The real reason I wanted to come back into your lives," he says conspiratorially, "is so that I can bring Samar here up to speed on the details you have undoubtedly left out about your sordid past." He throws his head back and laughs an evil-villain, mwa-ha-ha laugh.

I perk up. "What details?"

"There are no details," Mom says quickly. "I keep no...very little...secret."

He winks at me and leans in close. "Did she ever tell you about her boyfriend Moose?"

"Moose, Mom?" I widen my eyes.

Mom glares at him. "I get the feeling I'm going to regret ever letting you back in the door, Sandeep." She gets up and walks him to the door.

Before Uncle Sandeep walked back into my life, I'd never cared that I was a Sikh. It really didn't have much impact on my life, especially since Mom is a hard-core atheist. But that was before 9/11.

The Saturday morning that Uncle Sandeep rang our doorbell had one of those endless, frozen blue skies hanging above it; the same kind of frozen blue sky that, just four days earlier, had borne silent witness to a burning Pentagon and two crumbling mighty towers in New York City. And the cause of all those lost lives was linked to another bearded, turbaned man halfway around the world. And my regular, sort of popular, happily assimilated Indian-American butt got rammed real hard into the cold seat of reality. Copyright © 2009 by Neesha Dosanjh Meminger

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    Posted August 10, 2012

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    "Fine"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2012

    Shiningshadow

    She gets up and pads away (in the direction of the HorseClan camp.)

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    Posted August 10, 2012

    Whitefoot

    "What is it? Do you want to tell me at our place?" ~Whitefoot

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    Posted August 10, 2012

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    *he purrs* i already told u at our place*

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    It's great!

    This book captures all that people from the middle east were dealing with around 9/11

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  • Posted December 19, 2009

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    Shine On Sam

    Neesha Memingers' Shine Coconut moon is about a 15 year-old Punjabi American girl named Samara, or Sam. Sam's mom, a clinical psychologist, has been estranged from her family for almost all of Sam's life. She's raised Sam with no sense of cultural identity.

    Shine Cocount Moon opens the week of the September 11, 2001 attacks. Sam's uncle, her mother's brother, shows up and turns Sam's comfortable middle-class suburban life upside down.

    Sam discovers she's got a family tree with deep roots. She questions her identity as a girl of Southeast Asian descent who never hangs with kids of her ethnicity at school and knows none of her family or culural history. Worst yet, she's never even met her grandparents, who live a short drive away. And her mother wants to keep it that way.

    Tension mounts as Sam, influenced by her loving uncle, struggles to find herself outside of the confines of her mother's issues with Sam's grandparents and the Indian culture as a whole.

    I loved reading this novel about a character who, through a tight storyline and a host of relatable and compelling characters, opened my eyes to issues I probably would not have considered with as much thought as I do now.

    M. LaVora Perry, Author
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  • Posted September 21, 2009

    Awesome chick lit/young adult book from a new perspective

    I love coming of age books for all their awkwardness, self-consciousness, friendships, family relationships, and ultimately new self-awareness. What sets Shine, Coconut Moon apart from any others I have ever read (and I have read a LOT!) is that this one is from the perspective of a Sikh living in the NYC area, post-9/11. It was refreshing to read a book that touched on more than the "typical" anxieties of youth and instead also looked at racism.

    I could picture this book being made into a movie. It was very current and thoughtful and the momentum grew as the story went on. I won't recount the plot, but I will say that the ending was very satisfying and realistic and yes, I cried.

    Well done Neesha Memminger. I look forward to your next book!

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  • Posted August 12, 2009

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    Reviewed by Jaglvr for TeensReadToo.com

    The cover of SHINE, COCONUT MOON should be enough to draw readers to the contents of Ms. Meminger's story. But if the cover doesn't pull you in, then the story should capture your attention.

    Samar has always considered herself American. She had a few incidents when she was younger of being treated as an outsider, but when Molly befriended her, Sam was accepted without any problems.

    It isn't until after September 11, 2001, that life changes for Sam. A strange man in a turban shows up at her door claiming to be her long lost uncle - Uncle Sandeep. Her mom had severed all ties to her family, so the man on their porch is a stranger to Sam. Sam's curiosity is piqued and she wants Sandeep to be a part of her life.

    But in the days post-9/11, anyone that even remotely looks like a terrorist is instantly regarded with suspicion, and Uncle Sandeep in his turban stands out in town. By association, people start looking at Sam differently. Sam knows nothing of her Indian heritage, and seeks out other girls like her at school for guidance.

    Sam begs her uncle to take her to her maternal grandparents. But when her grandparents realize that Sam's mother knows nothing of the trip, they cut the visit short. They insist they want to get to know Sam, but will only do so with Sharan's blessing.

    The novel shares the struggles of Samar coming to terms with who she is in a new post-9/11 society. Having been denied her heritage, she's hungry for knowledge of who she is and what her mother is running away from. Samar wants to fit in without controversy, but she also wants to be true to herself.

    SHINE, COCONUT MOON will make you angry with the way innocent people were put under scrutiny in the days following September 11, 2001, but it will also make you think about the way you consider those who are different from you.

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