Where Bones Dance: An English Girlhood, An African WarTerrace Books, 2007-04-01 - 318 psl. In this stunning debut novel, a child dissects the darkness at the heart of her British diplomatic family. Living in Nigeria on the brink of civil war, Anna—also known as Jake—becomes blood brothers with Dave, the Korean American daughter of a C.I.A. operative. They do push-ups, collect pornography, and plot lives of unmarried freedom while around them a country disintegrates. Luscious, terrifying, and raw, Nigeria itself becomes a lesson in endurance, suffering, love. Stories are layered upon stories: Anna's grandmother tells stories about life as a white woman on the Gold Coast; the clairvoyant and closeted "Aunt" Elsie gives Anna a story of transformation to hold onto in the coming tumult of adolescence. Yet Where Bones Dance also spirals down to the stories that are not told—sexual abuse, the myth of benign colonialism, the chaos of postcolonial Africa. Sensual and fantastical by turns, this moving, funny, immensely readable book delivers an understanding of the interplay of sexuality, gender, race, and war that is sophisticated beyond the years of its intrepid narrator. Winner, Georges Bugnet Award for Novel, Alberta Literary Awards, Writers Guild of Alberta Best Books for General Audiences, selected by the American Association of School Librarians and the Public Library Association |
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... blue and pink like the bubbles he taught us to blow in the bath . He squat- ted down by the side , rubbed soap in my hand , made me clench it in a fist and then slowly , slowly open my forefinger and thumb in an O. “ Blow now , gently ...
... blue and pink like the bubbles he taught us to blow in the bath . He squat- ted down by the side , rubbed soap in my hand , made me clench it in a fist and then slowly , slowly open my forefinger and thumb in an O. “ Blow now , gently ...
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... blue all jumbled up and I am flying into them , into the middle of colors , and then the sand is scratching at my belly . I run out of the water before the next wave comes . I wipe the salt from my eyes . I pull up my bikini bottoms .
... blue all jumbled up and I am flying into them , into the middle of colors , and then the sand is scratching at my belly . I run out of the water before the next wave comes . I wipe the salt from my eyes . I pull up my bikini bottoms .
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... blue and white umbrella . It's like I'm looking through a tele- scope . I can see the pores in her skin like the holes termites make in wood , tunnels I could crawl into . The tunnels are slimy , they smell of mushrooms and fish . When ...
... blue and white umbrella . It's like I'm looking through a tele- scope . I can see the pores in her skin like the holes termites make in wood , tunnels I could crawl into . The tunnels are slimy , they smell of mushrooms and fish . When ...
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... blue plastic with holes in it . He goes to the edge of the veranda . " Red , " he says , waving the ball at him . Red gets up . My father pauses , holding the ball high in the air , then he throws it . " Fetch , " he says . Red stands ...
... blue plastic with holes in it . He goes to the edge of the veranda . " Red , " he says , waving the ball at him . Red gets up . My father pauses , holding the ball high in the air , then he throws it . " Fetch , " he says . Red stands ...
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