Like Home
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Fans of Netflix's On My Block and readers of Elizabeth Acevedo and Angie Thomas will love this debut novel about a girl whose life is turned upside down after one local act of vandalism throws both her relationships and neighborhood into...
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Fans of Netflix's On My Block and readers of Elizabeth Acevedo and Angie Thomas will love this debut novel about a girl whose life is turned upside down after one local act of vandalism throws both her relationships and neighborhood into turmoil.Chinelo, or Nelo as her best friend Kate calls her, is all about her neighborhood Ginger East. She loves its chill vibe, ride-or-die sense of community, and the memories she has growing up there with her friends. Ginger East isn't what it used to be though. After a deadly incident at the local arcade, most of her friends' families moved away. Kate, whose family owns the local corner store, is still there and as long as that stays constant, Nelo's good.
When Kate's parent's store is vandalized and the vandal still at large, Nelo is shaken to her core. And then the police and the media get involved and more of the outside world descends upon Ginger East with promises to "fix the neighborhood." Suddenly, Nelo finds herself in the middle of a drama unfolding on a national scale.
Worse yet, Kate is acting strange. She's pushing Nelo away at the exact moment they need each other most. Now Nelo's entire world is morphing into something she hates and she must figure out how to get things back on track or risk losing everything--and everyone--she loves.
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Chapter OneMy shoes scratch against the uneven pavement, and I know right away that they ve been scuffed real bad. I immediately think of my mom I pretty much begged her to buy these shoes for me. Take it out of my college fund or something, I told her, like an idiot, and she laughed in that stiff way she does whenever we talk about money. If she sees them scuffed up so early, I ll never hear the end of it. I ll never hear the end of the shoes, the same way I ll never hear the end of this this bra thing. I gotta tell Kate.
It is April, and Ginger East is quiet early in the morning, so my light footsteps sound like heavy boots as I run. The sun creeps over the top of the highest building on the main road, casting stale light on dusty storefronts and barely swept roads. A set of duplexes that used to be cash-and-carry outlets stares back at me as I reach the end of my street, Ginger Way. Mom used to buy fish and bedding from there. Two different departments, same store. They moved out a long time ago. Now it s a coffee place open bright and early at seven a.m. Man, the only people up this early in Ginger East are us schoolkids who need to catch a bus, the few homeless people who live in that shed behind the liquor store, and the Trans Kate and her family because they run Ginger Store.
My feet slow as I round the corner approaching Ginger Store, and then stop as I pull open the door. It s hard to get in with how the wind seems to be pushing at it. Mrs. Tran is at the register and immediately leans past the counter to see who it is.
She frantically waves at me and says, Chinelo? Shut the door, please.
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I do as I m told, and the fierce wind tunnel dies. My carefully straightened hair, which I tried so hard to smooth down this morning, is frizzing around my shoulders. The back door is open, she says, settling onto her stool behind the counter again. Kate s dad is mopping the storage room, and with all the doors open whoosh, she explains, waving her hands around to symbolize the movement of air.
Why doesn t he tell Jake to do it? I ask. Jake is Kate s useless older brother who s gotten away with doing the absolute least because he s a boy. He ll straighten one shelf and complain for hours. He outgrew his cool-older-brother phase ages ago.
Mrs. Tran makes a face like she knows her son is useless and why would she even consider asking him? I laugh, a difficult feat after sprinting all the way here, and ask, What about Kate?
The sound of a freezer slamming in the back rings out, and then I notice Kate trudging up the middle aisle, her arms extended in front of her. Her lips are curled into a pout as she approaches, her stark dark hair gathered messily around her neck. How many things do you want me to do in one morning? Like, damn. She grunts, shaking her hands.
I look at her fingers, because I feel her eyes are urging me to. They just look dry. What s your problem?
She ignores me and takes a slow step toward her mom at the counter. Mom, my hands are fro-zen. Can t I organize the ice cream after school? No one s out here buying ice cream before noon.
Her mom frowns all strict. Mrs. Tran is definitely the nicest Tran, so the small tic between her eyebrows really strikes fear into my scuffed-shoed feet. I loop my arm with Kate s instantly, saying, I ll help you.
See? Mrs. Tran cuts in with a wry smile. Nelo is
I do as I m told, and the fierce wind tunnel dies. My carefully straightened hair, which I tried so hard to smooth down this morning, is frizzing around my shoulders. The back door is open, she says, settling onto her stool behind the counter again. Kate s dad is mopping the storage room, and with all the doors open whoosh, she explains, waving her hands around to symbolize the movement of air.
Why doesn t he tell Jake to do it? I ask. Jake is Kate s useless older brother who s gotten away with doing the absolute least because he s a boy. He ll straighten one shelf and complain for hours. He outgrew his cool-older-brother phase ages ago.
Mrs. Tran makes a face like she knows her son is useless and why would she even consider asking him? I laugh, a difficult feat after sprinting all the way here, and ask, What about Kate?
The sound of a freezer slamming in the back rings out, and then I notice Kate trudging up the middle aisle, her arms extended in front of her. Her lips are curled into a pout as she approaches, her stark dark hair gathered messily around her neck. How many things do you want me to do in one morning? Like, damn. She grunts, shaking her hands.
I look at her fingers, because I feel her eyes are urging me to. They just look dry. What s your problem?
She ignores me and takes a slow step toward her mom at the counter. Mom, my hands are fro-zen. Can t I organize the ice cream after school? No one s out here buying ice cream before noon.
Her mom frowns all strict. Mrs. Tran is definitely the nicest Tran, so the small tic between her eyebrows really strikes fear into my scuffed-shoed feet. I loop my arm with Kate s instantly, saying, I ll help you.
See? Mrs. Tran cuts in with a wry smile. Nelo is
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Autoren-Porträt von Louisa Onomé
Louisa Onomé holds a BA in professional writing from York University and lives in Toronto. Her debut novel is Like Home. To learn more about Louisa and her books visit louisaonome.com or follow @louisaonome_ on Twitter and @louisaonome on Instagram.
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- Autor: Louisa Onomé
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2021, 416 Seiten, Maße: 14,6 x 21,5 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 0593172590
- ISBN-13: 9780593172599
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.03.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A fierce main character, an enthralling mystery, and a cause to root for. Like Home is a stirring coming-of-age story set in the midst of gentrification and a community on edge. Namina Forna, New York Times bestselling author of The Gilded OnesA phenomenal coming-of-age story that centers on Black girlhood, the not-so-subtle violence of gentrification, and friendship. Louisa Onomé presents us with a compelling and beautifully written tale about love and loss. Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé, author of Ace of Spades
Brimming with charm and heart, Like Home is a powerful commentary on gentrification, perfect for anyone who s ever loved a place so much it felt like family. Roseanne A. Brown, New York Times and Indie bestselling author of A Song of Wraiths and Ruin
"The effortless diversity of the cast is a model for fiction. Light and serious, playful and real, this is a debut not to be missed." Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"A touching coming-of-age story, highly recommended for audiences looking for titles like Angie Thomas s The Hate U Give and Nic Stone s Dear Martin. A must-have." SLJ, starred review
Louisa Onome s Like Home is a poignant debut filled with exquisite prose, a dash of mystery, and most importantly, a whole lot of heart. You ll be thinking about Nelo and her friends long after the last page, and you ll fall so in love with Ginger East that you ll want to step right into the neighborhood. I highly recommend this read! June Hur, author of The Silence of Bones
"Evocative and gratifyingly immersive, Like Home brings the idea of community to brilliant life. With expertly-drawn characters and a setting so alive it becomes another character we root for, Louisa Onome has written a celebration of the human capacity to find and re-find
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home." S.K. Ali, author of Saints and Misfits
This moment needs this book a stirring, vivid, achingly true love song to activism, friendship, culture, neighborhood, and community. Louisa Onomé is a bright new star in YA. Jeff Zentner, Morris Award winning author of The Serpent King and Goodbye Days
"Chinelo s unwavering devotion and hope for her hometown drive this debut; Onomé delves into the meaning of home and the negative impacts of redevelopment. Publishers Weekly
This moment needs this book a stirring, vivid, achingly true love song to activism, friendship, culture, neighborhood, and community. Louisa Onomé is a bright new star in YA. Jeff Zentner, Morris Award winning author of The Serpent King and Goodbye Days
"Chinelo s unwavering devotion and hope for her hometown drive this debut; Onomé delves into the meaning of home and the negative impacts of redevelopment. Publishers Weekly
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