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Joy of Apex de Napatsi Folger

Joy of Apex

Autor Napatsi Folger
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 iul 2011 – vârsta de la 8 până la 11 ani
Joy is ten years old, living in Apex, Nunavut—a suburb of Iqaluit—and loving life. Her little sister Allashua may be annoying, but all in all Joy loves living at the top of the world in Apex.
 
But when Joy begins to notice her parents fighting a lot more than usual, and her mom staying with her sisters in Iqaluit more than she is home, Joy’s perfect life soon becomes a lot more complicated.
 
As Joy navigates her parents’ separation and its affect on her family, she learns some valuable lessons about how to cope when life gets tough. Told in the wry, funny voice of a smart and savvy ten-year-old girl, this book will appeal to young readers everywhere.
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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781926569475
ISBN-10: 1926569474
Pagini: 101
Dimensiuni: 141 x 215 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Editura: Inhabit Media

Notă biografică

Napatsi Folger was born and grew up in Iqaluit, Nunavut, She lived there until her family moved to Vancouver in 1991. Napatsi returned to Iqaluit in 2004 to work for the Department of Education, Government of Nunavut. In 2010 she moved to Toronto to continue her education at the University of Toronto. Joy of Apex is Napatsi Folger’s first novel.

Extras

I get up from the table and drag my feet to my room. I hear my sister pleading for Mom to stay. Allashua is the only one still convinced that she can persuade our mom to stay and keep the family whole. I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. There are water stains on the ceiling tiles. I think about when my mother used to lie down with me before bedtime and pretend the water stains were clouds. We would try to think of different shapes for the same old “clouds” night after night. It seems so long ago now, since the last time she was in my bed. All I can think is that those happy nights laughing and talking with her are never coming back. I turn away from the ceiling and push my face into the pillow, too sad to even daydream.