Red, White, and Whole: A Newbery Honor Award Winner
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Newbery Honor Book! A heartbreakingly hopeful novel in verse about an Indian American girl whose life is turned upside down when her mother is diagnosed with leukemia.
* Walter Award Winner * New England Book Award Winner * An NCTE Notable Verse Novel * Golden Kite Award Winner * Crystal Kite Award Winner * Goodreads Choice Nominee * A Washington Post Best Children's Book of the Year * An SLJ Best Book of the Year * A BookPage Best Book of the Year * An NYPL Best Book of the Year * A Mighty Girl's Best Book of the Year * An ILA Notable Book for a Global Society * A Bank Street Best Book of the Year *Junior Library Guild Selection * A Judy Lopez Memorial Award Honor *
Reha feels torn between two worlds: school, where she’s the only Indian American student, and home, with her family’s traditions and holidays. But Reha’s parents don’t understand why she’s conflicted—they only notice when Reha doesn’t meet their strict expectations. Reha feels disconnected from her mother, or Amma. Although their names are linked—Reha means “star” and Punam means “moon”—they are a universe apart.
Then Reha finds out that her Amma is sick. Really sick.
Reha, who dreams of becoming a doctor even though she can’t stomach the sight of blood, is determined to make her Amma well again. She’ll be the perfect daughter, if it means saving her Amma’s life.
From Indies Introduce author Rajani LaRocca comes a radiant story about the ties that bind and how to go on in the face of unthinkable loss. This is the perfect next read for fans of Jasmine Warga and Thanhhà Lại.
Rajani LaRocca
Rajani LaRocca was born in India, raised in Kentucky, and now lives in Massachusetts, where she practices medicine and writes award-winning books for young readers, including the Newbery Honor–winning novel in verse, Red, White, and Whole. She’s always been an omnivorous reader, and now she is an omnivorous writer of novels and picture books, fiction and nonfiction, in prose and poetry. A graduate of Harvard College and Harvard Medical School, she lives outside Boston with her family. Visit her at rajanilarocca.com.
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Reviews for Red, White, and Whole
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I loved the story. It honestly made me cry. It provided a different perspective of having a different culture in America. It was a great read.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Really wasn't expecting the death of a parent, so I had an extremely emotional response to this book. That said, the writing is excellent, it's based on the author's experiences, and there is a marvelous threading of imagery related to blood through it. Really well done, big impact.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I loved this book, it is a poignant story of a young Indian American girl straddling the Indian and American cultures. Told in verse, it highlights all the things a young American girl enjoys-pop music, dancing, TV, makeup, friends. It also highlights her Indian culture-The clothing, the food, the traditions.When something happens to upend Reha’s world, she examines what she can do to change things. This is written for a YA audience, but I think it would resonate with anyone. It deserves a wide readership.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Reha feels pulled between two worlds a lot in her life - her Indian side and her school/American side. Then there is the divide between when her mom was healthy and sick. Her friends rally around her, but she decides her best strategy must be to focus on being the daughter her girl wants and being on point at school. Her budding friendship and romance with Pete is sweet.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Reha feels like she's growing up in two different worlds: the world of middle school in the US in the 80s and the world of her parents and their friends, immigrants from India. But things get put in stark prospective for her when her mother becomes seriously ill, and she sees the value of family and feels the support of her friends.Written in free verse, this is a lovely little story. I feel as if the characters could have been fleshed out a bit more and some of the side stories given more detail, but overall it's a nice read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Reha is the 8th grade daughter of immigrant parents from India. Born in America Reha feels the tension of not fully belonging in either world. There is the pressure of being the good daughter at home and the social pressure of wanting to be like the kids in school. She's American on the weekdays and Indian on the weekends. When her mother is diagnosed and treated for leukemia, Reha feels even more the pressure of being the dutiful and virtuous daughter. Her life and routines are upended. The prose is gentle and thoughtful, centering the loving cocoon of Reha's immediate universe.
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Red, White, and Whole - Rajani LaRocca
Two
I have two lives.
One that is Indian,
one that is not.
I have two best friends.
One who is Indian,
one who is not.
At school I swim in a river of white skin
and blond hair and brown hair
and blue eyes and green eyes and hazel,
school subjects and giggles about boys,
salad and sandwiches.
And on weekends,
I float in a sea of brown skin and black hair and dark eyes,
MTV music videos and giggles about boys,
samosas and sabjis.
In both places I have
gossip and laughter
music and silence
friendship.
But only in one place do I have
my parents.
Give and Take
I am Reha,
born in a pool of my mother’s blood,
proper, prim, obediently alive
as she lies close to death.
Because you are here, I must stay,
Amma whispers to me.
To the Lord of Death, she says
Wait a while longer.
To stay for me,
she forfeits all future children,
not just on her behalf,
but Daddy’s as well.
Just as she receives something precious,
so much is taken from her.
She says she never regretted it.
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
That’s what the song says,
with a catchy melody that makes you sway back and forth.
It’s 1983, I’m thirteen.
I just want to be like everyone else
to fit in
to have fun.
I want to free my hair from this ponytail, this braid,
toss it over my shoulders
to unfurl in curly glory.
I want to chew gum,
wear cheap earrings, tight jeans, short skirts,
roller-skate holding hands.
I want to wear a drop-waist dress
to a dance.
I want to have fun.
We are different from Americans, whispers Amma’s voice in my head.
We work hard,
we dress modestly,
we focus on what is important to succeed.
That is why we came to this country,
and we won’t waste our opportunity,
or change who we are.
I listen to my mother.
Always.
But I am American.
I was born here,
it’s the only home I know.
So I’m caught between the life I want to lead
and the one she thinks I should.
First Memory
I am three years old,
cradled in Amma’s lap with Daddy close by.
We sit on the balcony of our apartment
looking at the night sky.
Daddy takes my hand, points my finger at a silver globe.
Moon, he says.
That’s what Amma is named after.
Moon, I repeat.
Amma takes my hand, points at tiny sparkles
strewn like bright pebbles in the darkness.
Star, she says.
That’s what Reha is named after.
Star, I repeat.
Which one?
Amma holds my arms apart
All of them, Reha.
and I embrace the field of light.
Our Home
When my parents first came to America
they lived in New York,
crammed into a tiny apartment
they shared with another couple.
When they talk about those days,
with no money and no space
struggling to find jobs and feel settled,
they smile and laugh,
speaking of feasts made by many hands
shared by the entire floor of the apartment building
cheap movie tickets
staying up late playing cards.
And though we are comfortable now,
with a small house we own
plenty of food
and many friends,
settled and responsible,
I wonder what it was like
to know my parents then
when they were young
and at the start of their adventure.
There aren’t as many Indians here
in the small midwestern city where we live.
But there are enough.
Enough to make friends with all,
regardless of language or religion.
According to Daddy,
Indians are famous for disagreeing with each other,
so being friends with everyone
is a gift.
The Star
Reha means star.
What kind of star am I?
A distant one, that sparkles coldly from afar?
A red giant, scorching all within its wake?
Or like our sun,
providing light and warmth and life?
But my parents rarely call me by my name.
Instead they call me kanna—
dear one,
darling.
Sunny
I don’t remember when I first met Sunny.
Her name is Sunita, but no one
ever calls her that.
Amma says
Sunny’s family moved to town when I was two years old.
Her mother was already so tired
carrying a baby brother in her belly
and Sunny wouldn’t stop running around.
We were only a month apart—
Reha and Sunny,
Sunny and Reha,
almost close enough to be twins.
Amma would bring Sunny to our house and we would play all afternoon
while Rupa Auntie napped.
Sunny and I never argue
even though we’re so different.
Sunny wears the latest clothes,
has a separate phone line in her room,
dreams of becoming an actress.
I don’t think there’s much chance of that,
although
she’s dramatic enough.
I wish I could go to school with her,
and see her familiar face in the hallways,
the two halves of my life whole for once.
But Amma and Daddy want me at my private school.
You are our only one, they say.
What else would we spend money on?
So my weekdays are at school,
my weekends are with Sunny.
Red and White
I am six years old
perched on Amma’s bed
trying not to wrinkle my dark green langa.
We are going to a party at Sunny’s house
and Amma is draping a purple sari.
Her hands flip the soft silk
back and forth
back and forth
to make the pleats that will hang
from her waist to her ankles.
The silver border sparkles in the evening light,
light against the darkness of the purple.
Amma looks so lovely,
brighter than the silver,
with her hair loose, flowing down her back
before she captures it in her braid.
Did you wear a white sari at your wedding? I ask.
All the photos are in black and white, so I can’t tell.
My wedding sari was red. Want to see?
I nod, and she quickly tucks in the pleats,
tosses the pallu over her shoulder,
kneels at her dresser’s bottom drawer,
the one filled with the heaviest saris.
She pulls out a cotton bundle
and unwraps
the most beautiful sari I’ve ever seen,
a dark, rich red with scattered gold paisleys,
a shiny gold border
wide as my palm.
I gasp with delight.
Red is an auspicious color—lucky—for brides.
Amma smooths her hand over the heavy silk.
I touch, too,
the fabric rich and warm.
I trace around the gold zari work.
What about white? I ask, thinking of wedding dresses on TV, in movies.
Christian brides wear white saris,
but we Hindus, we wear white when someone has died,
to mourn.
I wore a white sari when my mother, your pati, died,
long before I was married and you were born.
What about when Thatha died?
I wasn’t there, says Amma.
She folds the sari, wraps it in its white