Back To School, Back in Time Spotlight & Giveaway with Reyna Grande

 
From August 27th through September 10th, various authors will be stopping by my blog here at Lori's Reading Corner and over at my friend Jen's site Crazy-For-Books to share a guest post highlighting their best (and sometimes worst!) first-day-of-school experiences. Along with the post, the authors have graciously agreed to give away at least one copy of their latest releases! On some days an author will write a post for both both featuring both a best and worst first day of school experience. On other days, we will each feature a different author with different giveaways, so be sure to check out both of our blogs every day! We will also be sure to link  to each other's blog every day so you don't forget!
 
The participating authors have provided up with at least one copy of their books to give away. When an author is posting on both blogs, the giveaway entry form will be the same for the contest. You may enter on one blog, or you can double your changes and enter on both blogs. Check the bottom of this post for a full list of the authors that will be sharing their school experiences during our Back To School, Back in Time feature!
 
Make sure to head over to Crazy-For-Books to see what author Nancy Griffis has to say about her first day of school. 
My First Day of School in America
 
 
 
My worst first day of school was in September 1985. It was a day I’ll never forget.  Back then, my siblings and I had recently arrived in the U.S. and we were starting school there for the first time. I was enrolled in fifth grade, my brother in seventh grade, and my sister in eighth grade.  My siblings and I didn’t speak a word of English, and we were frightened. But my father wasn’t worried about our lack of English. He was worried about something else.
 “Don’t tell anyone you are here illegally,” he warned us.
 “We won’t, Papi,” we said.
            “I’m serious,” he said. “If you tell anyone anything about how you got to this country, you can kiss it goodbye. You understand?”
My father said we had broken the law by coming to the United States, but back then I didn’t know much about laws. All I knew was that I had come to this country to be reunited with my father, whom I hadn’t seen in eight years.
“And you three better do well in your classes, because if you don’t, I won’t wait for la migra to deport you,” my father said. “I’ll send you back to Mexico myself!”
            “We won’t disappoint you, Papi,” my sister, my brother, and I promised while nodding our heads.            
My new home in the U.S. was in Highland Park, a mostly Latino neighborhood in Northeast Los Angeles.  In the morning, I made my way to Aldama Elementary by myself. Since my father was here illegally, he’d said he couldn’t risk losing his job by taking days off or arriving late to work just to walk me to my school. I stood outside for a long time and watched children walk in. Some of them came in with their parents. All of them were strangers to me, and I thought about my hometown in Mexico, and how back there I had known, by sight if not by name, almost every parent and kid that came to my little school.
Aldama Elementary was three times as big as my school in Mexico. I suddenly realized that I had no idea where to go. I was so used to being with my sister, having her show me what to do, that now I was completely lost. I couldn’t go through this by myself. I couldn’t walk into that big school all alone.
A bell rang, and soon everyone was inside. I peeked inside the main doors, and I was overwhelmed by all the doors, the hallway that seemed to never end. I felt as if I were looking at a repeating image in a distorted mirror. My school in Mexico didn’t have hallways. It didn’t have so many doors. Tears threatened to come out, and I was angry at myself for being such a useless coward. A mother walked by and asked, “Estás perdida?” At hearing the familiar Spanish words, I immediately confessed that I didn’t know where to go.
She took me to the main office and there, the receptionist asked my name and called my classroom. A few minutes later, a boy my age came in. The receptionist said something to him and motioned for me to follow him.
The boy didn’t say anything to me as we made our way down a long hallway. We came into our room and the teacher, a tall, pudgy woman with short blonde hair, looked me up and down and asked me something in English. I wanted to kick myself for coming late. Now, I had to stand in front of the whole classroom and have everyone watch me while the teacher spoke to me in a language I didn’t understand. I looked at my feet. My toes wiggled within the new tennis shoes Papi bought me from a place called Payless. I didn’t like wearing tennis shoes. After ten years of walking around barefoot or with plastic sandals, my feet felt trapped within the thick material.
My teacher didn’t speak much Spanish. She pointed to a table at the corner of the classroom and gently pushed me forward. I headed to the table. There were four other students there, and there was also a man. He had black hair that was spiked with so much hairspray it looked as if he were wearing a push broom on his head. He had a very skinny neck and a big Adam’s apple that went up and down like a yo-yo when he swallowed.
“I’m Mr. Lopez,” he said in Spanish. “I’m Mrs. Anderson’s assistant.”
For the rest of the day, I stayed at the table in the corner. Mr. Lopez taught us the alphabet in English. It was difficult to pay attention to him when Mrs. Anderson was speaking loudly to her students. Most of those kids looked just like me. They had brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes. They had last names like González and García, Hernández and Martínez, and yet they could speak a language I could not. 
Whatever Mrs. Anderson was teaching the other students, it wasn’t the alphabet. She wrote words on the board that, although I could recognize each letter they contained, I couldn’t understand their meaning.  I watched her mouth open and close, open and close as she talked. I wished I could understand what she was saying. I wished I didn’t have to sit here in a corner and feel like an outsider in my own classroom. I wished I wasn’t being taught something kids learn in kindergarten.
Things didn’t get easier that year. And I would have never imagined that eventually I would speak English better than I speak my native tongue. For the rest of the school year I sat there at that table by the corner and struggled to learn English, wondering all the while if I would ever feel that I belonged in that classroom. 
 
Reyna Grande is an author, speaker, educator, and event coordinator. Her first novel, Across a Hundred Mountains (Atria, 2006), received a 2010 Latino Books Into Movies Award, a 2007 American Book Award, and the 2006 El Premio Aztlan Literary Award. It was chosen by Eastern Connecticut as its 2007 “One Book/One Region” selection and in 2010 the city of Watsonville, CA selected it for its “On the Same Page” community reads program. Her second novel, Dancing with Butterflies (Washington Square Press, 2009) was critically acclaimed and was the recipient of a 2010 International Latino Book Awards. Both novels have been read widely in schools across the country and have been very popular with book clubs. Across a Hundred Mountains has been published in Norway, and publication will soon follow in Russia and South Korea.

Born in Mexico, Reyna was two years old when her father left for the U.S. to find work. Her mother followed her father north two years later, leaving Reyna and her siblings behind in Mexico. In 1985, when Reyna was going on ten, she entered the U.S. as an undocumented immigrant. She went on to become the first person in her family to graduate from college.

Reyna holds a B.A. in creative writing and film & video from the University of California, Santa Cruz. She received her M.F.A. in creative writing from Antioch University. She is an active promoter of Latino literature and has worked as a program coordinator for festivals such as the 2009 and 2010 Latino Book & Family Festival. She has also served as a judge for literary awards such as Pen USA Literary Awards and the El Premio Aztlán. She teaches creative writing workshops in her community and speaks at high schools, colleges, and universities across the nation. Reyna is also a member of the Macondo Writers Workshop, founded by renowned author Sandra Cisneros.



The Distance Between Us, Reyna's third book, will be published on August 28, 2012, by Atria Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster. In this memoir, Reyna vividly brings to life her tumultuous early years, capturing all the confusion and contradictions of childhood, especially one spent torn between two parents and two countries. The Distance Between Us is an inspirational coming-of-age story about the pursuit of a better life.
 
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Hardcover: 336 pages
Publisher: Atria Books (August 28, 2012)
Genre: Memoir
ISBN-10: 1451661770
Buy: Amazon, Kindle, IndieBound, The Book Depository

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Mago pointed to a spot on the dirt floor and reminded me that my umbilical cord was buried there. “That way,” Mami told the midwife, “no matter where life takes her, she won’t ever forget where she came from.” Then Mago touched my belly button . . . She said that my umbilical cord was like a ribbon that connected me to Mami. She said, “It doesn’t matter that there’s a distance btween us now. That cord is there forever.”

When Reyna Grande’s father leaves his wife and three children behind in a village in Mexico to make the dangerous trek across the border to the United States, he promises he will soon return from “El Otro Lado” (The Other Side) with enough money to build them a dream house where they can all live together. His promises become harder to believe as months turn into years. When he summons his wife to join him, Reyna and her siblings are deposited in the already overburdened household of their stern, unsmiling grandmother.

The three siblings are forced to look out for themselves; in childish games they find a way to forget the pain of abandonment and learn to solve very adult problems. When their mother at last returns, the reunion sets the stage for a dramatic new chapter in Reyna’s young life: her own journey to “El Otro Lado” to live with the man who has haunted her imagination for years, her long-absent father.

In this extraordinary memoir, award-winning writer Reyna Grande vividly brings to life her tumultuous early years, capturing all the confusion and contradictions of childhood, especially one spent torn between two parents and two countries. Elated when she feels the glow of her father’s love and approval, Reyna knows that at any moment he might turn angry or violent. Only in books and music and her rich imaginary life does she find solace, a momentary refuge from a world in which every place feels like “El Otro Lado.”

The Distance Between Us captures one girl’s passage from childhood to adolescence and beyond. A funny, heartbreaking, lyrical story, it reminds us that the joys and sorrows of childhood are always with us, invisible to the eye but imprinted on the heart, forever calling out to us of those places we first called home.

Thanks to the publisher, I have three (3) copies of The Distance Between Us to give away.

Giveaway open to residents of the US & Canada only
Giveaway ends on September 20th

Winner will have 48 hours, from the time of notification to confirm their win, or another winner will be chosen.

 

 

Participating Authors:

August 27th – Carla Stewart
August 28th – Spencer Quinn & Kaye George
August 29th – Krista Davis & Matthew Dicks
August 30th – Sheryn MacMunn
August 31st – Jane Myers Perrine & Charles Martin
September 3rd – Denise Swanson
September 4th – Christa Black
September 5th – Joanna Campbell Slan & Josie Brown
September 6th – Reyna Grande & Nancy M. Griffis
September 7th – Cathy Lamb & D.E. Johnson
September 8th – Cleo Coyle
September 9th – Kristina McMorris
September 10th – J.T. Ellison

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Comments

  1. Julie Witt says:

    What an amazing first day of school story! It really touches my heart and makes me feel the pain and awkwardness that little girl felt on her first day in a very strange place. I really, really want to read Reyna’s story now – thanks so much for the chance to win a copy:)

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