Too Bright to See
(Sprache: Englisch)
A Newbery Honor Book Winner of the Stonewall Book Award A National Book Award Finalist
"A gentle, glowing wonder, full of love and understanding." The New York Times Book Review
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A Newbery Honor Book Winner of the Stonewall Book Award A National Book Award Finalist"A gentle, glowing wonder, full of love and understanding." The New York Times Book Review
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It's the summer before middle school and eleven-year-old Bug's best friend Moira has decided the two of them need to use the next few months to prepare. For Moira, this means figuring out the right clothes to wear, learning how to put on makeup, and deciding which boys are cuter in their yearbook photos than in real life. But none of this is all that appealing to Bug, who doesn't particularly want to spend more time trying to understand how to be a girl. Besides, there's something more important to worry about: A ghost is haunting Bug's eerie old house in rural Vermont...and maybe haunting Bug in particular. As Bug begins to untangle the mystery of who this ghost is and what they're trying to say, an altogether different truth comes to light--Bug is transgender.
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PROLOGUEIt s strange living in our old house, now that Uncle Roderick is dead.
I already know my house is haunted. It s always been haunted. That hasn t changed. We avoid the freezing cold spot in the corner of the living room because someone probably died there. Windows slam themselves open or shut on the stillest days. So do doors, and these doors are heavy. For a long time I thought it was normal to sense someone standing behind you, or next to you, and not be able to see them. For invisible hands to brush past your hair, your clothes.
And it looks haunted: wooden, unpainted, weathered with time. There s an elaborately carved front door, peaked roofs jutting out in all directions, tall windows with shapes flickering behind them. The porch wraps around front to back with rocking chairs that sometimes rock on their own. We re out in the middle of nowhere, and at nighttime there s moonlight and starlight and nothing else. When I was in kindergarten I checked a book out of the library because the house on the front cover looked like a photograph of my home. Uncle Roderick tried reading it to me that night, my head resting on his chest, his arm tucked beneath my shoulders. We always read together before bed. He had to stop after the first chapter because it was a collection of scary stories; he believed that dreams were important, and he didn t want to give me bad ones.
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But now this old house seems haunted in a different way. A way that s both more boring and more frightening. There s a half-empty jar of okra Uncle Roderick picked and pickled that he ll never finish eating, and Mom and I both hate okra. His winter boots are jammed in the closet. He always put off wearing them for as long as possible, saying they made him look like a lumberjack, but now he ll never need them again. He subscribed to magazines, theNew Yorker, National Geographic, and they ll keep being addressed to him until we tell them to stop. Until they take his name off the list. Forever.
I prefer the ghosts.
CHAPTER ONE
The moment he dies, I know. It s the middle of the night. My eyes open, and I grip the mattress with both hands. I m suddenly, irrationally convinced that my bed is toppling over. Like it s unbalanced, perched precariously on the top of a mountain and about to come crashing down. Or like it s teetering on the edge of a black hole, with nothing familiar on the other side.
Uncle Roderick s room is at the top of the stairs. Mom s is at the end of the hall. For eleven years I ve fallen asleep snug in the middle, their warmth and weight keeping me grounded from both sides. Even these past couple months, when he s been in the hospital and then the hospice, I could still feel him there, keeping me safe at the top of the stairs. But now I know my uncle is gone.
The stairs creak, sharp and loud. That doesn t mean anything. They creak all the time. The house is settling is what Mom says, and sometimes it might be a harmless ghost. But now I hear the groan of a foot on a step. And then another. It s like the sound of someone slowly moving up our wide staircase, someone with a heavy tread.
It s mid-June, and hot, and I m lying under a sheet with a fan blowing warm air around the room. I pull the sheet up to my chin, wishing for the weight of a comforter to press me into the mattress, something to hide under.
The creaks stop at the top, right in front of Uncle Roderick s bedroom door. I hold my breath and strain my ears. I can t hear anything, but it doesn t sound like no one s there. It sounds like someone being silent. I only exhale when the creaks descend the stairs, as slowly as they came.
Uncle Roderick always told me that passing spirits and lingering presences are a no
But now this old house seems haunted in a different way. A way that s both more boring and more frightening. There s a half-empty jar of okra Uncle Roderick picked and pickled that he ll never finish eating, and Mom and I both hate okra. His winter boots are jammed in the closet. He always put off wearing them for as long as possible, saying they made him look like a lumberjack, but now he ll never need them again. He subscribed to magazines, theNew Yorker, National Geographic, and they ll keep being addressed to him until we tell them to stop. Until they take his name off the list. Forever.
I prefer the ghosts.
CHAPTER ONE
The moment he dies, I know. It s the middle of the night. My eyes open, and I grip the mattress with both hands. I m suddenly, irrationally convinced that my bed is toppling over. Like it s unbalanced, perched precariously on the top of a mountain and about to come crashing down. Or like it s teetering on the edge of a black hole, with nothing familiar on the other side.
Uncle Roderick s room is at the top of the stairs. Mom s is at the end of the hall. For eleven years I ve fallen asleep snug in the middle, their warmth and weight keeping me grounded from both sides. Even these past couple months, when he s been in the hospital and then the hospice, I could still feel him there, keeping me safe at the top of the stairs. But now I know my uncle is gone.
The stairs creak, sharp and loud. That doesn t mean anything. They creak all the time. The house is settling is what Mom says, and sometimes it might be a harmless ghost. But now I hear the groan of a foot on a step. And then another. It s like the sound of someone slowly moving up our wide staircase, someone with a heavy tread.
It s mid-June, and hot, and I m lying under a sheet with a fan blowing warm air around the room. I pull the sheet up to my chin, wishing for the weight of a comforter to press me into the mattress, something to hide under.
The creaks stop at the top, right in front of Uncle Roderick s bedroom door. I hold my breath and strain my ears. I can t hear anything, but it doesn t sound like no one s there. It sounds like someone being silent. I only exhale when the creaks descend the stairs, as slowly as they came.
Uncle Roderick always told me that passing spirits and lingering presences are a no
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Autoren-Porträt von Kyle Lukoff
Kyle Lukoff is the author of many books for young readers. His debut middle-grade novel, Too Bright To See, received a Newbery honor, the Stonewall award, and was a National Book Award finalist. His picture book When Aidan Became A Brother also won the Stonewall. He has forthcoming books about mermaids, babies, apologies, and lots of other topics. While becoming a writer he worked as a bookseller for ten years, and then nine more years as a school librarian.Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Kyle Lukoff
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 10 Jahre
- 2021, 192 Seiten, Maße: 14,6 x 21,7 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Dial Books
- ISBN-10: 059311115X
- ISBN-13: 9780593111154
- Erscheinungsdatum: 11.10.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST"This book is a gentle, glowing wonder, full of love and understanding, full of everything any of us would wish for our children. It will almost certainly be banned in many places, but your child almost certainly needs to read it." The New York Times Book Review
A tender portrayal of a kid who is just coming to understand who he is. TIME
This coming-of-age and coming-out story takes a needed departure from other stories about transgender youth....A chilling, suspenseful ghost story balances the intimate, introspective narrative style. Haunting and healing. Kirkus, starred review
"Smart and thought-provoking.... Through Bug s journey to self-realization and self-acceptance, and the wonderfully nuanced understanding of gender he comes to, Lukoff provides a tender rumination on grief, love, and identity." Publishers Weekly, starred review
Equal parts unsettling, heartwarming, and satisfying a nuanced and compelling exploration of gender, friendship, and family. Booklist, starred review
"Lukoff s three primary themes gender identity, grief, and ghostly hauntings work in elegant harmony despite the load. Lukoff navigates Bug s journey of identity and discovery with grace, welcoming...A hopeful examination of grief and gender, and a good ghost story to boot." School Library Journal, starred review
Lukoff combines gothic horror vibes with a slow-building trans awakening The spooks and mysteries are an added bonus that sets this narrative apart from similar titles. BCCB
While gender identity remains prominent throughout, Lukoff also combines pitch-perfect adolescent angst, evolving friendships and spooky encounters to create a welcoming story accessible to young readers of all backgrounds. Shelf Awareness
"When we talk about wanting to see a diverse range of books for
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kids, this is precisely what we should be thinking of.... Smart. Original. Necessary. Betsy Bird, Fuse8
Bug s first-person, present-tense narration gives readers a close look at his sense that things don t quite fit .and his gradual understanding of why that is. The Horn Book
"A much-needed book about the acceptance of a transgender boy who finds the support he needs from his family, his best friend, and eventually his friends at school." School Library Connection
Boston Globe Best Book of 2021
TIME Best Children s Book of 2021
Washington Post Best Children's Book of 2021
New York Public Library Best Book for Kids of 2021
Chicago Public Library Best of the Best Book for 2021
NPR Best Book of 2021 PW Best Book of 2021
Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2021
Kirkus Best Book of 2021
School Library Journal Best Book of 2021
Bug s first-person, present-tense narration gives readers a close look at his sense that things don t quite fit .and his gradual understanding of why that is. The Horn Book
"A much-needed book about the acceptance of a transgender boy who finds the support he needs from his family, his best friend, and eventually his friends at school." School Library Connection
Boston Globe Best Book of 2021
TIME Best Children s Book of 2021
Washington Post Best Children's Book of 2021
New York Public Library Best Book for Kids of 2021
Chicago Public Library Best of the Best Book for 2021
NPR Best Book of 2021 PW Best Book of 2021
Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2021
Kirkus Best Book of 2021
School Library Journal Best Book of 2021
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