I love the idea of this book: kids saving a tree by working together, set in Palestine and calling for freedom, homage to “Chicka Chicka Boom Boom,” the girls’ soccer/football team providing reinforcements, but alas the words are muddled, the rhyme painfully forced, and the counting of players in positions, a little awkward. I think the point is fun with numbers, but a little plot of why the woodcutter is called to cut the tree, or who hired him, and thus why he feels the burden of apologizing, would have really gone a long way to make the book cohesive.…
It has been a minute since I have read a refugee story, and was glad to see a new middle grade title published as the timeliness of immigrants and empathy is as critical as ever. I will admit though I was skeptical upon starting when I saw it is not OWN voice, and while grateful that a photojournalist source is named in the backmatter, through the lens of an Muslim book reviewer though, I can’t help but feel like the richness of having lived experiences reflected in the narrative or child immigrants researched to draw upon, left the Islam nonexistent…
I listened to this book on my work commute, to and fro daily for weeks, Aicha would go about her day in Portuguese occupied Morocco and I would go about mine, and as the hours built, I realized this book has no plot, there is no building up for something, it really is just the two of us going about our days, granted, hers is far more interesting, but rather plotless just the same. There is world building of life under occupation and the rebel forces her family is a part of, there is even foreshadowing about who she is,…
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I’m learning how to build this website and make it user friendly, forgive me that it is a work in progress. I am not sure how to include more than 100 posts in each age group, nor why some are so terribly miscategorized.