The Year of the Rat (A Pacy Lin Novel)
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In this sequel to Year of the Dog, Pacy has another big year in store for her. The Year of the Dog was a very lucky year: she met her best friend Melody and discovered her true talents. However, the Year of the Rat brings big changes: Pacy must deal with Melody moving to California, find the courage to forge on with her dream of becoming a writer and illustrator, and learn to face some of her own flaws. Pacy encounters prejudice, struggles with acceptance, and must find the beauty in change.
Based on the author's childhood adventures, Year of the Rat, features the whimsical black and white illustrations and the hilarious and touching anecdotes that helped Year of the Dog earn rave reviews and satisfied readers.
something to Mom and Dad in Chinese. They made sympathetic noises, and I knew they were talking about Dun-Wei. He knew so, too, because his scowl was like the black ink of a squid, dark and hostile. For a moment I was scared; it looked like the enemy was going to attack. But Mr. Liu said, “Why don’t you kids go to the other room? We rented some movies you can watch.” The blackness on Dun-Wei’s face cleared away as we left the table. We went into the TV room, which used to be Melody’s Dad’s
out, like me. But it seemed like every day, people were practicing or rehearsing while I just watched. Most people were singing or dancing or lip synching songs. Even Dun-Wei was in the talent show. Sam Mercer found out that Dun-Wei could play the piano and got him to play keyboards for his band, the Black Spiders. I had thought about singing or playing the violin or joining Becky and Charlotte in their dance of cartwheels and kicks, but in the end I didn’t. None of those things were what I
You have come to join our fight for independence from the British. While your days may be hard here, remember what we are fighting for. Remember how Britain treats us like dogs, trying to force us to pay their taxes and house them. We must fight them and be free. Give us liberty or give us death!” I looked at Becky and Charlotte. I wasn’t sure if we were supposed to cheer when he said that. The First Sergeant kept talking to us as if the Revolutionary War were happening right then and we really
because it was cold! I could feel the frosted air through my many layers, and the wind seemed to prick my face as if needles were being thrown at me. I was glad when the drum beat for lunch. We went to the barracks for our stew. The rough ceiling was low and the sleeping area was a platform near the ground, covered with coarse straw. And the stew didn’t taste good either. It wasn’t like any kind of stew I had eaten before. It was kind of like soupy cooked meat-water with hard vegetables. The
cafeteria in remembrance of us. I thought it was a little funny that Mr. Valente was going to sew the quilt. I always thought quilts were sewn by old people with gray hair and glasses like the women we read about in the Revolutionary War. Mr. Valente had big shoulders like a football player and a fuzzy mustache that looked like a brown caterpillar. I didn’t think he looked like someone who should sew a quilt. Melody didn’t agree. “Grandmothers and old ladies make quilts as blankets,” she said.