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Drita, My Homegirl [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Lombard, Jenny
  • Author:  Lombard, Jenny
  • ISBN-10:  0142409057
  • ISBN-10:  0142409057
  • ISBN-13:  9780142409053
  • ISBN-13:  9780142409053
  • Publisher:  Puffin Books
  • Publisher:  Puffin Books
  • Pages:  144
  • Pages:  144
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2008
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2008
  • SKU:  0142409057-11-MING
  • SKU:  0142409057-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100064680
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A poignant story about the difficulties of leaving everything behind and the friendships that help you get through it.

Fleeing war-torn Kosovo, ten-year-old Drita and her family move to America with the dream of living a typical American life. But with this hope comes the struggle to adapt and fit in. How can Drita find her place at school and in her new neighborhood when she doesn?t speak any English? Meanwhile, Maxie and her group of fourth-grade friends are popular in their class, and make an effort to ignore Drita. So when their teacher puts Maxie and Drita together for a class project, things get off to a rocky start. But sometimes, when you least expect it, friendship can bloom and overcome even a vast cultural divide.

Touching….This first novel is imbued with the language and customs of Kosova as well as the efforts of a family attempting to regain balance. Read it aloud to groups and let the conversations begin. —School Library Journal, starred reviewJenny Lombard lives in New York City.Chapter 1

For three days, before I am coming to this country, I can’t eat. My mother is afraid I’m sick, and the Americans will turn us away when we get to New York City, but my grandmother said don’t worry: now that my father has his American job, no one can turn us away. She said it’s just the excitement taking away my appetite. For once my gjyshe is wrong about something: It’s not excitement that keeps me from eating my dinner, it’s worry. I keep wondering: What if I don’t know my own baba when I see him at the airport? It’s been almost one year since we are together with my father. The more I think about it, the more worried I get.

Finally, on the day we are leaving for New York, I get so tired of worrying, I eat a big bowl of delicious trahana my grandmother makes for me. While I eat, I think to myself: this is the last food I will taste in my country.

Our plane lands in New YolĂ-

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