The Star Fisherby Laurence Yep
"This poignant, gently humorous novel is about prejudice and acceptance....15-year-old Joan Lee is a child of two worlds. As a Chinese American, she has never felt her separateness more than now, in 1927, in this new place in West Virginia. Only Miss Lucy, their landlord and neighbor, seems welcoming....There's nothing coy about Yep's portrait of prejudice, which he sketches from several angles."Booklist. "A pleasure to read, entertaining its audience even as it educates their hearts."Horn Book.
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I thought I knew what green was until we went to West Virginia.
As the old locomotive chugged over the pass, I could see nothing but green. Tall, thin trees covered the slopes, and leafy vines grew around the tree trunks; and surrounding the trees were squat bushes and tall grass.
And as the train rattled down into the valley, the green slopes seemed to rise upward like the waves of an ocean; and I felt as if the train were a ship sinking into a sea of green.
As the old day coach swayed back and forth, the other passengers ignored the scenery, concentrating instead on their newspapers or their conversation. One woman was weaving lace, her hands darting with sure, swift motions, so that the white lace seemed to fall magically from her fingertips.
My little brother, Bobby, was thumping his heels rhythmically against the seat. At ten, he was easily bored. During the day, he was like lightning, always having to dart here and there, He would never walk when he could run. And then in the evenings, he would just conk out suddenly. Mama used to wish we could bottle some of his energy and sell it for tonic.
"When are we going to get there?" Bobby asked for the twentieth time.
Bobby had meant his question for me, so he had used English; but Mama spoke to him in Chinese. "Speak in your own language." Though both Mama and Papa wore American clothes, that was about the only thing American about them, since they spoke little English.
"He wanted to know when we would be arriving in town," I translated for Mama, the way I usually did.
However, Marna was staring straight at Bobby. "Let him answer for himself."
Bobby dragged a finger backand forth along the windowsill. "Mama, people stare when we use Chinese."
"Let them stare," Mama said. I don't want you to forget your Chinese."
"As if I could," Bobby muttered in English.
Papa lowered his month-old Young China News. The Chinese newspaper from San Francisco was folded and creased and smudged from having been passed through many hands, but Papa was eager to get the news even if it was a bit stale.
"Answer Mama," he said in Chinese. He tried to look stern, but Papa's mouth was just meant for smiling and not for frowning.
Bobby studied his dirty fingertip. I just wanted to know when we were going to get there."
"Soon," Papa said and tried to go back to his newspaper.
"Don't slouch." Mama used Bobby's shirt collar to pull him up straight and eyed me. "You're sixteen, Joan. Don't sit as if you were made of jelly."
,,I'm fifteen, Mama," I corrected her for the dozenth time.
"Americans don't know how to count Years," Mama observed calmly. "They should count the year in the womb just like the Chinese."
'Mama," I said, blushing.
My little sister, Emily, was eight going on eighty and had a face made for scowling. She pulled herself reluctantly into an erect posture. "Why did we have to leave Ohio anyway?"
Papa always had more patience with Emily than with the rest of us, Marna included. He folded up his newspaper carefully as if it were made of silk. Then he shifted over beside Emily and set his ear against the window. He kept his ear there for a moment, and then his eyes opened wide in wonder. "Listen," he said to Emily. "Can you hear all the dirty shirts?"
Emily gazed up at Papa suspiciously; and then, slipping off the seat, she set her ear against the glass with that strange air of gravity she always had. The rest of us sat, MS straining as well; but all we could hear was the clickety-clack of the train wheels.
"No," Emily confessed.
Papa scrunched up his face as if the voices were growing louder. I can hear them whispering. They're so desperate."
That was the thing with Papa, you never knew when he was serious or not; and for want of something better to do, Bobby also squirmed off his seat and joined Emily. "What do they say?"
Papa leaned forward and whispered loudly, "Wash me, wash me."
Mama pulled Bobby back down beside her and shoved Emily back to our seat. "There had better be dirty shirts," Mama declared. "The move has taken most of our money."
Papa didn't say anything. in fact, he didn't even dare look at Mama; and he seemed glad when the conductor waddled through the aisle.
"Clarksburg!" he called. "The next station stop is Clarksburg."
The lacemaker put away her things and, taking out a hat like a huge plate, began to fasten it to her hairdo with a pin as long as her arm.
Papa seemed glad of the distraction as he got up and began to take our things from the luggage rack overhead. Papa had already brought down the furniture and the heavy laundry equipment, so all we had were our personal belongings.
When I saw what Papa was doing, I got up as well to give him a hand. I stood with my feet slightly spread to keep my balance as I began to convey the things to the aisle. "I'm glad we left," I said, trying to help out Papa. "Ohio was full of ugly factories and smoke."
"Ohio," Emily said, scowling from tier seat, "was full of places that showed moving pictures," Emily had especially taken to the new moving pictures and stated often and loudly that she was going to be a cowgirl someday.
"Our old laundry was tiny, but our new laundry will be big. There's more room for business and more room for us." Papa always liked to see the sunny side of things.
Mama was checking around and under the benches to make sure that we hadn't left anything. "But there aren't any other Chinese," Mama complained. She always liked to see the shady side of things.
Meet the Author
Laurence Yep is a prolific Chinese-American author of children's books. He is best known for the 10-book Golden Mountain Chronicles; Dragonwings and Dragon's Gate were both Newbery Honor books. In 2005 the American Librarian Association awarded Yep the Laura Ingalls Wilder Medal, notably for Dragonwings, The Rainbow People, The Khan's Daughter, and the autobiographical The Lost Garden. Yep's books are often influenced by Chinese mythology and touch upon the dilemma of the cultural outsider.
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It was 1927 and Joan was just a fifteen year old Chinese-American girl. She was living in Lima, Ohio, but her family decided to move to Clarksburg, West Virginia. Her family and she were never accepted by the other white people. This book was meant to be read by children in middle school. I thought it was a solid book and I am going to review it because of it. This was a very outstanding book. It was based on a true story. It was written by Laurence Yep, and the characters were based on his ancestors. The characters in this book were Joan, Miss Lucy, Mama, Papa, Bobby, Emily, the pastor, the popular clique, Joan's friend, and the people who lived in town. Many exciting things happened in this great book. Nobody liked their family, for they were different. The town people were very racist and made slurs at them like. It all works out for them at the end though. This book definitely achieved its goals, for it was a book I could not put down. It was very entertaining and it informed you about past times and cruel people. I think that it was a very good book and it was very good. I really enjoyed reading it. I have not read many books in that genre, but I am planning on it now. In conclusion, this was a very good book. There are many exciting turning points in the book. This was a very solid book, and I would highly recommend reading it. It all works out for the Le's at the end. It has a great plot. I loved reading this book
The latest novel that was written by Lawrence Yep is titled The Star Fisher. This novel is kind of...well like your life if you know what I mean? It tells you a lot of things that maybe you have done to your parents or friends! Another is that this novel is act usually a book about what life is like if your are from a different world or just from a different place and people in your new area just don't really like you! What will you do when you don't know where to go or who to talk to? Joan was just like that in the story and things sometime works out for her and sometime not! That's just kind of like me...well most of the time! The Star Fisher provides a really nice detail about life and with friends. And it just give you a lot of detail about what the character are going through!
Star Fisher was a great book, and I just like that feel of realism, and I hope many people will take my advice and read it.
I recommend this book because its a good book and u should enjoy it.