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Zen and Xander are sisters—truly, madly, deeply sisters, and this is their last summer together.

Zen is the "good" girl with a black belt in karate and a newfound penchant for kicking heads. Xander is a wild scientific genius with a self-destructive streak a light-year long. They have three things in common: they’re brown-eyed blondes, they’ve noticed the boy next door has turned into a hottie, and they miss ...

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Overview

Zen and Xander are sisters—truly, madly, deeply sisters, and this is their last summer together.

Zen is the "good" girl with a black belt in karate and a newfound penchant for kicking heads. Xander is a wild scientific genius with a self-destructive streak a light-year long. They have three things in common: they’re brown-eyed blondes, they’ve noticed the boy next door has turned into a hottie, and they miss their mom, who died almost a year ago.
 
These sisters are surviving just fine—except Zen keeps getting into fights that are harder and harder to finish, while Xander spirals into a vortex of late-night parties, scary men, and drugs. What’s worse, Xander has scholarships to the most coveted universities in the country, but she’s about to ruin everything. Should Zen keep trying to protect Xander, or finally let her go?

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"Zen’s frank narration—full of longing and hard-won insight—draws readers in and won’t let go."—Kirkus Reviews, starred review

"Vivid emotions and unexpected events keep the reader engaged as the characters grow and find a way back to themselves."—Booklist

Kirkus Reviews
Before Zen and Xander's mom Marie died, she Made Important Arrangements. The girls receive loving, chatty, spookily appropriate advice-filled letters from her on important dates, and she pre-purchased a perfect prom dress for normally dance-eschewing Zen. Sadly and realistically, no amount of careful planning could prevent Zen, Xander and their dad, James, from losing themselves in grief, so one year after Marie's funeral, James still wallows in the basement, Zen's barely controlled anger finds a dangerous outlet in her black-belt skills and Xander loses herself in drink, drugs and sex. Burning curiosity (tinged with dread) about their mother's long-ago relationship with a graduate-school professor drags the girls out of their funk and pushes them to see Marie as a fully three-dimensional person: loving, brilliant, flawed and forgiven. As their view of Marie develops, so does their understanding of themselves without her, rendering what could be cliched and dull instead touching, urgent and involving. Zen's frank narration-full of longing and hard-won insight-draws readers in and won't let go. (Fiction. YA)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547550305
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 4/4/2011
  • Pages: 228
  • Sales rank: 534,543
  • Age range: 14 years
  • Lexile: HL730L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.64 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.54 (d)

Meet the Author

Amy Kathleen Ryan earned an M.A. in English literature and graduated from the New School Creative Writing for Children Program. She now lives with her family in Colorado.

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The First Letter

My sister, Xander, causes a scandal practically everywhere she goes. Even funeral receptions, I now know.

I’m the quiet one. I spent the whole time wandering around our house, kind of dazed, an overwarm glass of lemonade clenched in my hand. Never much at ease around a bunch of people, I tried to go unseen, unnoticed, as I watched the guests serve themselves cake, or more wine, whispering together over some anecdote about Mom. As if they really knew her.

I had to admit, Grandma knew how to throw a proper funeral. She had hung huge family portraits around our living room, pictures of Xander and me with Mom and Dad at the beach, on Thanksgiving, and at the dinner we threw celebrating Dad’s tenure. That was my favorite, because it captured Mom laughing, her blond head thrown back, her mouth wide, eyes screwed shut, cheeks red.

Over the archway between the living room and dining room Grandma had hung a huge banner that said, in big, scrolled letters, "Bon Voyage, Marie." She’d chosen quivering violin music to play over the stereo, and she’d gotten the best caterer in town to serve dim sum, cold sesame noodles, stir-fried vegetables, and some kind of chicken kebab with a mysterious sauce that seemed to separate the moment it hit your plate.

People kept coming at me, hugging me, rubbing my back. I wanted to scream.

Xander never had much problem letting loose. She and Adam were both drunk from the bottle of wine they’d stolen. They were sitting on the floor in the sunroom, Adam’s tie loose around his neck, Xander’s fine blond hair in her eyes. She had taken off her black heels to wriggle her toes. Her dress was hiked up above her knees, and she twisted the ball of her foot into the floor, staring into space as Adam whispered in her ear.

I wove through the crowd. Aunt Doris and Nancy, Mom’s best friend, were huddled over a photo album. Doris was pointing out a picture of Mom from grade school. Mom’s two front teeth were missing, and apparently she used to do some trick with her tongue while Doris sang a song about a little worm coming out of its hole. "If we tried it now," Doris said, "it would be positively lewd."

It was supposed to be a joke, but it made both of them cry.

Through the screen door I watched Dad sitting on the porch steps smoking a cigarette. I’d never seen him smoking, and it was strange watching him because he was an expert at it. He sucked the blue smoke into his mouth, let it hang between his lips in a compact cloud before pulling it all the way in. His boss, the chair of the English department, was sitting with his hand on his shoulder, telling him to take some time off. "You’ve been wanting to write your next book for ages, James," he said through ridiculously chapped lips. "Take next year. Mason can cover the Romantics, and we’ll put some grad students on your intro courses."

Dad nodded, took another mouthful of smoke, held it, held, and released.

I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Grandma standing uncomfortably close. "Well, I think this has been a success," she said. "Just the way Marie wanted it. Not too gloomy."

"Whoopee."

"You should mingle," she told me. "Some of these people drove for hours to get here."

"I don’t like parties."

"You call this a party?"

"What else is it? People are drunk."

"I’m not drinking."

"No, of course not, why would you?" I spat. I didn’t care about hiding my dislike for her. Not today.

"Don’t be nasty, Athena," she said.

"It’s Zen, Grandma. I’ve been Zen for years."

Her bloodshot eyes traveled to the corner where Xander and Adam were sitting. Xander had closed her eyes and was leaning her head back against the windowsill. Adam stared at her, fascination pulling his lightweight frame toward her while something else held him back. Grandma cleared her throat. "A letter came in the mail yesterday, for you and Xander. I found it in your father’s bills."

"Put it with the other cards."

"No. You should see it. Go get Alexandra."

"Grandma—" I started to protest, but she held up a hand.

"Go. Get. Her." Her wrinkled lips pressed together.

I marched toward Xander, as much to get away from Grandma as to obey. "We’re being summoned," I said to her.

Xander’s dark eyes shifted from me to Grandma, who was standing in the middle of the room, her arms folded over her skinny frame. "What does she want?"

"She said a letter came for us."

"Ack." Xander rolled her eyes. "Tell the Droning Crone to—"

"You tell her," I said, and marched off to the kitchen to throw out the lemonade and pour myself some Coke instead.

I’d barely had a chance to rinse my glass before Grandma came barreling into the kitchen, pulling Xander by her wrist. Xander stumbled after her, her face curdled and pouty. "I don’t see why it can’t wait!"

Grandma went to the pile of unopened mail that sat on the ceramic tiled counter, shuffled through it, and pulled out one thin envelope. "I think you’ll want to see this," she said triumphantly.

Xander glanced at it, squinted, peering at the address. "Zen," she said, her voice urgent.

I took the envelope from Grandma. It was addressed to both Xander and me in Mom’s uneven, sloping handwriting.

Xander whipped it out of my hands and tore it open.

"Be careful!" I yelled, afraid she might rip whatever was inside.

Xander unfolded a single piece of Mom’s light blue stationery and read it in one great gulp. I tugged the corner of the paper closer and read over her shoulder.

Dear Hellions,

I suppose I owe you an apology for dying on you before you’re all the way grown up. I hate leaving a job unfinished. With that in mind, I’ve been writing you both lots of letters, and have arranged with someone to send these letters on special days for the next few years. The identity of this person will be kept secret because I don’t want you calling up, pestering to get all your letters at once. (This means you, Xander.) There won’t be much of me left on this earth for you. What there is, I want to last.

Don’t feel sorry for me. And don’t let anyone feel sorry for you. Pity will just make you both feel weak, and you need to be strong. Cry as much as you want, but no pity, self or other.

Even though this is the first letter you’re getting from me, it’s the last one I’m writing. That’s because I’ve been trying to think of something wise to say. The problem is, now that I’ve had time to ponder the great beyond, I’ve grown to realize how overrated wisdom is. Or at least, I’ve become wary of people who pretend to have it. So, I guess that’s my advice to you. The second someone pretends to be wise, run. But do listen to the people who care about you. They’re the ones who will steer you right. Listen to each other.

Always remember how much I love you, and how much you’ve meant to me. Zen, you’re my little chickadee, and Xander, you’re my jaybird. Chase away the crows for each other, girls, and keep your nest warm.

Remember me,

Mom

As I read the last words, Xander slammed out the back door, ran to Mom’s shriveled strawberry patch, and started screaming every obscenity known to humankind at the cloudy sky above. The party quieted down as people listened to her, shocked.

Grandma started to go after her, but I pushed her aside, ran down the steps and across the overgrown grass. Xander was twirling around, screaming such a streak of blue language that even I felt the need to shut her up.

"Xander, for God’s sake!" I yelled at her.

She stopped twirling and faced me, a crooked grin on her lips. "That felt good."

"It didn’t sound good," I spat.

"Come on," she said, pinching my shoulder. "Try it."

"No."

"Try a simple one to start with, then you can work your way up to the big ones. Say ass."

"You’re an ass, Xander."

She nodded, her pointer finger pressed against her chin as though she were a diction teacher. "I like your passion. Now try shit."

"You’re a shithead, Xander," I said, my voice grim.

She looked at me, but neither of us could keep a straight face, and she dissolved into a goofy grin. "You’re a quick study. Twat-face."

This made me laugh.

For the next hour we traded increasingly disgusting insults complete with bodily fluids and illegal sex acts, laughing maniacally until people finally went home. Now that I think about it, the scandal that day wasn’t all Xander’s.

That night Xander and I slept in the same bed, Mom’s pillow wedged between us. We slept like that every night until Mom’s pillow stopped smelling like her and started smelling like us.

That’s when the Vogel sisters went our separate ways. I threw myself into shotokan training with a kind of furious commitment, and Xander—well, she just got furious.

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  • Posted June 3, 2010

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    Reviewed by Sally Kruger aka "Readingjunky" for TeensReadToo.com

    Two sisters who are totally different join together to solve a mystery. After the death of their mother less than a year ago, Zen (Athena) and Xander (Alexandra) are looking for ways to carry on. Their father is hiding out in his new basement bedroom and pretty much ignoring the girls.

    Xander is and has always been the wild one, but since their mother's death her behavior has become completely defiant and even dangerous. Zen is worried.

    Zen is all about control. Her interest in martial arts is just one example. The discipline, the ceremony, and the rigid standards are perfect for her. The emotional upheaval of losing her mother has her searching for stability.

    The girls begin receiving letters and packages from their mother, sent by a mysterious someone. The items arrive on special occasions like Christmas, Mother's Day, and birthdays. When Zen and Xander attempt to discover the identity of the mysterious sender, they stumble across a secret life their mother has hidden for years. Did she have an affair? How long did it last? Was their parents' marriage in jeopardy?

    In an effort to uncover the secret, the girls question neighbors, relatives, and even the family lawyer. They are determined to find the answers they seek no matter the consequences.

    ZEN & XANDER UNDONE is an excellent addition to any collection of books for teenage girls. Amy Kathleen Ryan takes readers on an emotional ride as her believable characters face the challenge of surviving the loss of their mother and finding a way to move on toward whatever the future might hold. She combines heartbreaking emotions with humor and a bit of fun to capture readers and take them into the lives of Zen and Xander.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted February 11, 2014

    Carley

    "Restrain me and fu<\>ck me until I beg you to stop!" She cries out, clinging to him.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2014

    Xander

    Hey

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2012

    Read the sample

    Overall pretty good.......BUT this book is made for 13+......
    I found some offensive things, such as zen saying about her late mother, "oh she was just a pain in the butt."-----it also has swearing. But i wanna get the full book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2012

    Great

    I loved this book!

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  • Posted August 9, 2011

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    Reviewed by Sally Kruger aka Readingjunky for TeensReadToo

    Two sisters who are totally different join together to solve a mystery. After the death of their mother less than a year ago, Zen (Athena) and Xander (Alexandra) are looking for ways to carry on. Their father is hiding out in his new basement bedroom and pretty much ignoring the girls. Xander is and has always been the wild one, but since their mother's death her behavior has become completely defiant and even dangerous. Zen is worried. Zen is all about control. Her interest in martial arts is just one example. The discipline, the ceremony, and the rigid standards are perfect for her. The emotional upheaval of losing her mother has her searching for stability. The girls begin receiving letters and packages from their mother, sent by a mysterious someone. The items arrive on special occasions like Christmas, Mother's Day, and birthdays. When Zen and Xander attempt to discover the identity of the mysterious sender, they stumble across a secret life their mother has hidden for years. Did she have an affair? How long did it last? Was their parents' marriage in jeopardy? In an effort to uncover the secret, the girls question neighbors, relatives, and even the family lawyer. They are determined to find the answers they seek no matter the consequences. ZEN & XANDER UNDONE is an excellent addition to any collection of books for teenage girls. Amy Kathleen Ryan takes readers on an emotional ride as her believable characters face the challenge of surviving the loss of their mother and finding a way to move on toward whatever the future might hold. She combines heartbreaking emotions with humor and a bit of fun to capture readers and take them into the lives of Zen and Xander.

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  • Posted July 27, 2011

    Zen and Xander Undone

    Pretty good book. I enjoyed it when i read it in 7th grade.

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