The Lines We Cross - Couverture souple

Abdel-Fattah, Randa

 
9781407173474: The Lines We Cross

Synopsis

Michael is drawn to his new classmate Mina, but they're on opposite sides of an issue that's tearing their town apart. His parents are part of an anti-immigration group, while her family have fled their besieged home in Afghanistan. As tensions rise, lines are drawn and both must decide what they want their world to look like, no matter the cost.

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Revue de presse

Praise for Where the Streets Had a Name
*"This novel is an important addition to a very small body of existing books that tell the Palestinian story for young people, and an intensely realistic setting brings that story to life. It is full of humor, adventure, and family love, but doesn't try to hide the heartbreaking and often bitter reality of life under Occupation. Abdel-Fattah manages to walk the line of truth-telling and sensitivity." -- School Library Journal, starred review
"Hayaat's immediate, wry, and irreverent narrative intensifies the story of anguished struggle and Palestinian politics... The suspense builds... to heartbreaking revelations." -- Booklist
"A refreshing and hopeful teen perspective on the Israeli-Palestinian dilemma." -- Kirkus Reviews
"Abdel-Fattah (Does My Head Look Big in This?) crafts a classic quest... The heroine's courage, warmth, and humor despite mounting challenges will win over readers." -- Publishers Weekly
Praise for Ten Things I Hate About Me
"Written with insight, humor and sensitivity, Abdel-Fattah introduces a winning Muslim-Australian heroine who discovers that 'honesty is liberating.'" -- Kirkus Reviews
"[T]he teen's present-tense narrative is as hilarious as the narrator's in Abdel-Fattah's first book and is just as honest about the shocking prejudice against Muslims. Teens will love the free-flowing, funny dialogue, even as they recognize their own ways of covering up who they are." -- Booklist
"[T]he author brings a welcome sense of humor to Jamilah's insights about her culture, and she is equally adept at more delicate scenes.... For all the defining details, Jamilah is a character teens will readily relate to." -- Publishers Weekly
"Beautifully written with well-developed characters, this novel raises very relevant questions about racism and identity that teens of any culture or religion will relate to." -- Romantic Times
"[T]he book will... appeal to teens who like stories about outsiders finding their place in the world." -- School Library Journal
Praise for Does My Head Look Big in This?
*"[T]his breakthrough debut novel... [is a] funny, touching contemporary narrative [that] will grab teens everywhere." -- Booklist, starred review
*"Amal... emerges a bright, articulate heroine true to herself and her faith. Abdel-Fattah's fine first novel offers a world of insight." -- Kirkus Reviews, starred review
..".refreshing... a valuable book." -- New York Times Book Review
"[A] witty, sensitive debut." -- People Magazine
"With an engaging narrator at the helm, Abdel-Fattah's debut novel should open the eyes of many a reader... Using a winning mix of humor and sensitivity, Abdel-Fattah ably demonstrates that her heroine is, at heart, a teen like any other. This debut should speak to anyone who has felt like an outsider for any reason." --Publishers Weekly

Extrait

Suddenly Dad's face breaks out into a grin. "Michael! Look!" I glance in the direction he's motioning and, noticing a reporter and cameraman, smile. "Your mum's press release must have worked." He runs his fingers through his thinning hair and readjusts the flag. "How do I look?" "Like the leader of a new political organization," I say proudly. "Who's sweltering under that thing. Don't forget it's all about the sound bites. Aussie Values aims to represent the silent majority blah blah. The kind of thing you and Mum were practicing last night." "We have about fifty members," Dad says with a grin. "In a population of twenty-three million, I wouldn't say that really constitutes a majority." He leans in close to me and winks conspiratorially. "But nobody needs to know that, hey, mate?" The chants of the other protestors are getting louder. Rick, from our side, starts up a chant in reply. Game on. The atmosphere is electric, and people are fired up on both sides. And then I see her. Her eyes. I've never seen eyes like hers before. What color are they? Hazel and green and flecks of autumn and bits of emerald and I'm standing holding my sign and there she is, standing steps away, near the cop, holding hers (It's Not Illegal to Seek Asylum), and all I can think about is how the hell I'm going to take my eyes off her. Her hair is jet black, hanging loose down her back, and I think hair that gorgeous has no business being on someone like her. She's wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and it stupidly, inexplicably, throws me.

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