It's been six months since Mama died, and Chanda is struggling to raise her little brother and sister. Determined to end a family feud, she takes them to her relatives' remote rural village.
But across the nearby border, a brutal civil war is spreading. Rebels led by the ruthless General Mandiki attack at night, stealing children. All that separates Chanda from the horror is a stretch of rugged bush and a national park alive with predators. Soon, not even that. Before she knows it, Chanda must face the unthinkable, with a troubled young tracker as her unlikely ally.
Chanda's Wars is the unforgettable story of a teenager who risks everything to save her brother and sister. Epic in its sweep, intimate in its humanity, here is a gripping tale of family intrigue, love and courage, forgiveness and hope.
|Product dimensions:||5.00(w) x 7.10(h) x 1.00(d)|
|Age Range:||13 - 17 Years|
About the Author
Allan Stratton is the internationally acclaimed author of the Michael L. Printz Honor Book Chanda's Secrets. His novel Chanda's Wars was a Junior Library Guild selection, and his other novels, Borderline and Leslie's Journal, were both ALA Best Book for Young Adults selections. Allan has safaried in Africa, hiked the Great Wall of China, explored pyramids in Egypt, and flown over Cappadocia in a balloon. He lives with his partner in Toronto with four cats and a whole lot of fish.
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By Allan Stratton HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2008
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In my dream, Mama is alive and well.
We're on Granny Thela's cattle post outside Tiro. The bush land stretches farther than I can see. Cows graze freely in the grasses, cluster for shade beneath the broad-boughed acacia trees, and wander around thickets of scrub brush. Mama's sitting on a slab of rock in the shade of a termite mound. I'm by her feet. We're at the abandoned campsite where I found her dying six months ago.
It's a rainy-season dream, but the sky is clear. The sun is hot. Mama's cotton dress clings to her body. "What a glorious day to be alive," she laughs. I love her laugh; deep and rich, it lifts the day like sunshine. She fans herself with a palm leaf and soaks her feet in a bucket of water drawn from the nearby stream. Orchids grow out of her hair.
In the clearing, my little brother and sister twirl each other in circles. Soly is five, but looks about seven. He's tall for his age, a tangle of legs, my baby giraffe. Iris is six, and tough like a nut. The combs in her hair are the size of her head. The two collapse in a dizzy squeal.
"You've kept them safe," Mama says. "I can rest easy." She smiles, and offers me a biscuit from the pocket of her apron. I'm about to say thank you, when she sniffs the air. "We have to go."
"But we just got here."
"There's going to be a storm."
She's right. Out of nowhere, clouds are rolling in.
I face the clearing. "Soly,Iris—we have to go." But the clearing has turned into savanna. Soly and Iris have disappeared in the tall grasses.
"They're playing hide-and-seek," I say. "I'll track them down."
Mama doesn't reply. I glance at her rock. She's vanished too.
"Don't worry about me," says a white stork perched on the termite mound. "Get Soly and Iris to safety."
The sky is dark. There's a rumble in the distance.
I plunge into the grass. It's growing faster than I can think. In a blink, it's over my head. Where am I? I check the treetops. I used to know them all, but everything's mixed up. New trees are everywhere. I'm lost.
A flash of lightning. The storm's closing in. There's a machete in my hand. I hack frantically at the grass. I hack and I hack and—I'm out of the bush, at the side of the road leading to Tiro. Soly and Iris are nearby, watching ants swarm a dung beetle.
"What took you so long?" Soly asks, with big innocent eyes.
"Don't ever run off again," I snap.
"We didn't run off," Iris taunts. "You lost us."
"Enough of your lip. We have to go."
Too late. Lightning strikes a nearby mango tree. Thunder booms. The sky falls. We're thrown to the ground. Raindrops the size of melons explode around us. We take cover in a hollow baobab tree, as children flood from the bush on either side. They stream down paths out of cattle posts. Pour onto the road, ahead and behind.
The storm lets up. But the children don't go home. They run toward Tiro.
A boy races by. "They're coming!"
Who's coming? Who? We try to run too, but we can't. The road is mud. We slip, fall, get up, slip, fall, get up. Everyone's gone. The sun goes down. We start to sink.
"Tiro," I scream. "We have to get to Tiro." But we can't move. We're up to our knees in mud.
Out of the night, a bush breaks to the right. A branch snaps to the left.
Soly and Iris cling to my waist. "It's them! They're here!"
Who are you? What do you want?
"Chanda! Wake up!" Esther shakes me.
I sit bolt upright on my mat. "Esther! What—?"
"Iris and Soly. They ran and got me. They said you cried out."
I see them cowering in the doorway. "It's all right," I say. "I'm fine."
"Are you possessed?" Soly asks in a little voice. "Iris says you're possessed." Iris pokes him. "Ow."
I glare at Iris. "Stop scaring your brother, Iris. I was just having a dream, and you know it. Now go back to bed."
Esther shoos them to their room. Thank god for Esther. We've been best friends since forever. When her parents died, Esther's family was scattered all over. She worked the streets for the money to get them back. One night, she got raped, her face slashed. I took her in. Now she lives with her own little brother and sister, Sammy and Magda, in two rooms off the side of our house. Mrs. Tafa, our next-door neighbor, says she's a bad influence. I don't care. She's Esther. If it weren't for her, I'd never have made it through Mama's funeral, or these past few months.
Esther returns, sits by my mat, and holds my hand. Under the light of the oil lamp, the scars from the attack cast shadows across her cheeks and chin. "It wasn't just a dream, was it?" she says. "It's the one about Tiro."
I look away.
Esther rubs my palm and takes a deep breath. "You used to get it every couple of weeks. Now it's almost every night. Chanda—"
"Don't say it."
"Why not? Pretending everything's fine won't it make it go away." She grips my hand tight. "Something's wrong. You need help. Somebody older. You know I don't like Mrs. Tafa. All the same, she was your mama's best friend. You should talk to her."
"No!" I yank my hand free. "Mrs. Tafa knows what happened to Mama. She'll try to bring in the spirit doctor."
"Mrs. Gulubane's a fake."
"Then talk to Mr. Selalame."
"I can't. He's Mr. Selalame! I'd feel strange."
Esther throws her arms in the air. "What's more important, your pride or Soly and Iris? Nightmares have a reason, Chanda. If you don't see Mr. Selalame, I'm going to Mrs. Tafa."
"Is that a threat?"
"Don't be mad. Please," Esther begs. "I'm your friend. And you're in trouble."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A heart pounding sequel to "Chanda's Secrets". Chanda's world once again falls apart when her two siblings are kidnapped by an imfamous warlord. Remembering the promise she made to her mother, who died of AIDS, she sets out to rescue them. An amazing and inspiring read no one should miss!
Set in Africa, where war is still a very real threat for all people, we are drawn into the life of Chanda. With both parents gone, 16 year old Chanda is in charge of her two younger siblings, Iris and Soly. When disturbing dreams send Chanda back to her mother's family for absolution (see Stratton's previous book Chanda's Secrets), the worst happens. Iris and Soly are stolen by rebel leader General Mandiki, a ruthless man who uses children as soldiers. Told through the eyes of Chanda, we travel with her through her emotional journey of trying to keep her family together. This is a safe gateway into a world that very few have an opportunity to experience, and hopefully will raise awareness of the lifestyle and still present dangers in Africa.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and could not put it down (always a good sign). A good book to read for some cultural differentiation.
This book is an unforgettable story about a young girl named Chanada, who is faced with step backs in her life. Ending her family feud and raising her younger brother and sister without a mother and father are only two of her troubles, until the rebels come and ivade her families village. Stealing children including Chanada's sister and brother faced her with the most challenging moment of her life.gabrielle d.
Sometimes we need reminded that even though modern technologies are available, not everyone actually has the basic needs. The disconnect for me for Chandra's access to cell phone in the midsts of her living conditions.
This is the sequel to Chanda¿s Secret. It is set in a fictional African country. In this book, Chanda is caring for her younger brother, Soly, and sister, Iris. The civil war are all around them, and Iris and Soly are kidnapped by rebels and turned into child soldiers. Chanda tracks the children through the bush to rescue them and wonders if her siblings can ever recover from what they have seen, and done. The army¿s brutality and the traumas of the child soldiers are graphic and disturbing; there¿s nothing easy and comfortable here.
Had such a strong connection with this book! Can be a little hard to get into but really takes you to the scene
This book is about this girl named Chanda and her mom died and she was left alone to take care of her younger brother and sister. Soly and Iris. Her grand parents and older sister Lily and aunts and uncles lived in this town named Tiro. And her grandparents wanted them to visit so they did and while they were there they faced a lot of things... Awful things. Her baby brother and sister got kidnapped by this man named Mandaki and she had to got through a lot of things to get them back. With the help of her close friend Nelson. My favorite character is Nelson because he has a lot of skill and experience. Also because he is doing good in his life even though his dad, and brothers have died. I liked this book because it was very interesting and it pulls the reader in. Even though when i first read this book i thought it was boring but i kept reading and it pulled me on completely.
This book has a great combination of bravery and compassion. Allan Stratton did a wonderful job with expressing the culture of Africa while showing how far someone would to save her family. Chanda goes through so much in the first book and has to go through alot more to save her two closet people she loves Iris and Soly. Step in the second world of Chanda Secrets
This fictional treatment of the genocide wars of Africa felt realistic. Though this is a sequel to CHANDA'S SECRETS, this story is a stand alone book. Through Stratton's vivid imagination, we follow Chanda and her small brother and sister as they travel to the next town to visit their grandparents and other relatives. Chanda's family wants her to marry Nelson, the son of a man who they wanted her mother to marry many years ago. Chanda is shocked, and adamant that she will not marry this boy. As Chanda and her siblings prepare to leave and return to their home, the rebel band of Mandiki attacks the village and kills her grandfather, among many other people, and kidnaps the children. Nelson's little brother was captured earlier and forced to be a guide to the bandits. Chanda swears that wherever the kids are, she will find them and rescue them. Nelson catches up with her and, together, they set out to find the rebels and save the children. Tracking the band is fraught with difficulties, including hard to follow tracks, crocodiles, and the African heat in the unforgiving bush country. The characters are likable and sympathetic, and Allan Stratton is a master at crafting a fast-paced plot that keeps you reading to the very satisfying end. It was altogether a very entertaining and captivating story. The end of the book contains an interview with the author, Nelson's recipe for biltong, "Sixteen Things I'll Never Forget" by the author, an excerpt from his next book, information on rewriting the end of CHANDA'S WARS, and a drawing by a child soldier.