Under a Painted Sky
(Sprache: Englisch)
From the New York Times bestselling author of The Downstairs Girl, Stacey Lee's debut novel is a powerful story about love, friendship, and sacrifice, perfect for fans of Code Name Verity.
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From the New York Times bestselling author of The Downstairs Girl, Stacey Lee's debut novel is a powerful story about love, friendship, and sacrifice, perfect for fans of Code Name Verity. This moving novel will captivate you. Buzzfeed.com
All Samantha wanted was to move back to New York and pursue her music, which was difficult enough being a Chinese girl in Missouri, 1849. Then her fate takes a turn for the worse after a tragic accident leaves her with nothing and she breaks the law in self-defense. With help from Annamae, a runaway slave she met at the scene of her crime, the two flee town for the unknown frontier.
But life on the Oregon Trail is unsafe for two girls. Disguised as Sammy and Andy, two boys heading for the California gold rush, each search for a link to their past and struggle to avoid any unwanted attention. Until they merge paths with a band of cowboys turned allies, and Samantha can t stop herself from falling for one. But the law is closing in on them and new setbacks come each day, and the girls will quickly learn there are not many places one can hide on the open trail.
Winner of the SCBWI Crystal Kite Award
An ALA Best Fiction for Young Adults Pick
An Amelia Bloomer Book
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THEY SAY DEATH AIMS ONLY ONCE AND NEVER misses, but I doubt Ty Yorkshire thought it would strike with a scrubbing brush. Now his face wears the mask of surprise that sometimes accompanies death: his eyes bulge, carp-like, and his mouth curves around a profanity.
Does killing a man who tried to rape me count as murder? For me, it probably does. The law in Missouri in this year of our Lord 1849 does not sympathize with a Chinaman s daughter.
I shake out my hand but can t let go of the scrubbing brush. Not until I see the blood speckling my arm. Gasping, I drop the brush. It clatters on the cold, wet tile beside the dead man s head. An owl cries outside, and a clock chimes nine times.
My mind wheels back to twelve hours ago, before the world turned on its head . . .
Nine o clock this morning: I strapped on the Lady Tin-Yin s violin case and glared at my father, who was holding a conch shell to his ear. I thought it was pretty when I bought it from the curiosity shop back in New York. But ever since he began listening to it every morning and every evening, just to hear the ocean, I ve wanted to smash it.
He put the shell down on the cutting table, then unfolded a bolt of calico. Our store, the Whistle, was already open but no one was clamoring for dry goods just yet.
The floor creaked as I swept by the sacks of coffee stamped with the word Whistle and headed straight for the candy. Father was cutting the fabric in the measured way he did everything. Snip. Snip.
Noisily, I stuffed a tin of peppermints into my case for the children s lessons, then proceeded to the door. Unlike Father, I kept my promises. If a student played his scales correctly, I rewarded him with a peppermint. Never would I snatch the sweet out of his mouth and replace it with, say, cod-liver oil. Never.
Sammy.
My feet slowed at my name.
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Don t forget your shawl. Snip.
I considered leaving without it so I wouldn t ruin my exit. But then people would stare even more than they usually did. I returned to our cramped living quarters in the back of the store and snatched the woolen bundle from a basket. Underneath my shawl, Father had hidden a plate of don tot for me to find, covered by a thin layer of parchment. I lifted off the parchment. Five custard tarts like miniature sunflowers shone up at me. He must have woken extra early to make them because he knew I d still be mad.
I took the plate and the shawl and returned to the front of the shop. You said we d move back to New York, not two thousand miles the other way. New York had culture. With luck, I might even make a living as a musician there.
His scissors paused. When he finally looked up at me, I raised my gaze by a fraction. His neatly combed hair had more white than I remembered.
I said one day, he returned evenly. One day. Then his tone lightened. They say the Pacific Ocean s so calm, you could mistake it for the sky. We d see so many new animals. Dolphins, whales longer than a city block, maybe even a mermaid. His eyes twinkled.
I m not a child anymore. Only two months from sixteen.
Just so. He frowned and returned to his cutting. Then he cleared his throat. I have great plans for us. Mr. Trask and I
Mr. Trask again. I set the plate down on the cutting table, and one of the fragile custards broke. Father lifted an eyebrow.
Only men who want to pound rocks go to California, I snapped. It s rocks and nothing.
California s not the moon.
It is to me. Though I knew I shouldn t claim the last word, I c
Don t forget your shawl. Snip.
I considered leaving without it so I wouldn t ruin my exit. But then people would stare even more than they usually did. I returned to our cramped living quarters in the back of the store and snatched the woolen bundle from a basket. Underneath my shawl, Father had hidden a plate of don tot for me to find, covered by a thin layer of parchment. I lifted off the parchment. Five custard tarts like miniature sunflowers shone up at me. He must have woken extra early to make them because he knew I d still be mad.
I took the plate and the shawl and returned to the front of the shop. You said we d move back to New York, not two thousand miles the other way. New York had culture. With luck, I might even make a living as a musician there.
His scissors paused. When he finally looked up at me, I raised my gaze by a fraction. His neatly combed hair had more white than I remembered.
I said one day, he returned evenly. One day. Then his tone lightened. They say the Pacific Ocean s so calm, you could mistake it for the sky. We d see so many new animals. Dolphins, whales longer than a city block, maybe even a mermaid. His eyes twinkled.
I m not a child anymore. Only two months from sixteen.
Just so. He frowned and returned to his cutting. Then he cleared his throat. I have great plans for us. Mr. Trask and I
Mr. Trask again. I set the plate down on the cutting table, and one of the fragile custards broke. Father lifted an eyebrow.
Only men who want to pound rocks go to California, I snapped. It s rocks and nothing.
California s not the moon.
It is to me. Though I knew I shouldn t claim the last word, I c
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Autoren-Porträt von Stacey Lee
Stacey Lee is the New York Times bestselling author of the novels The Downstairs Girl, Luck of the Titanic, Under a Painted Sky and Outrun the Moon, the winner of the PEN Center USA Literary Award for Young Adult Fiction and the Asian/Pacific American Award for Literature. She is a fourth-generation Chinese American and a founding member of We Need Diverse Books. Born in Southern California, she graduated from UCLA and then got her law degree at UC Davis King Hall. She lives with her family outside San Francisco. You can visit Stacey at staceyhlee.com. Or follow her on Twitter @staceyleeauthor.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Stacey Lee
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2015, 384 Seiten, Maße: 14,7 x 21,7 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0399168036
- ISBN-13: 9780399168031
- Erscheinungsdatum: 27.04.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Winner of the SCBWI Crystal Kite Award An ALA Best Fiction for Young Adults Pick
An Amelia Bloomer Book
Debut author Stacey Lee successfully rides onto the range with this sweeping, warmhearted tale. The Chicago Tribune
A much needed multicultural look at the Oregon Trail, with resourceful, smart, and brave Chinese American and African American girls as main characters. High drama, tension, romantic longings, and touches of humor will entice historical fiction fans. School Library Journal
This moving novel will captivate you. Buzzfeed.com
* Emotionally resonant and not without humor, this impressive debut about survival and connection, resourcefulness and perseverance will keep readers on the very edges of their seats. Kirkus Reviews, starred review
A great fit for fans of historical adventure with a touch of romance. Booklist
* A story that distinguishes itself by integrating strands of Chinese lore and wisdom, Christianity, and music with themes of friendship, diversity, and survival. Publisher s Weekly, starred review
Get ready to fall in love with this one. Bustle.com
A solid, entertaining read. Tor.com
A beautifully narrated story about first loves, unbreakable friendships and family found in unlikely strangers. BookPage
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