on June 30, 2015
Published by Scholastic Press Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Source: Amazon, Purchased
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Why you have to read Shadowshaper…
This is an incredible story of a young woman who can see Shadowshapes through paintings and believe me when I tell you this is how YA should be written. She is strong, independent, intelligent & has the attitude that could conquer the world. If you want a well-rounded, mature yet flawed characters, you have to read Shadowshaper by Daniel Jose Older. Readers looking for more than a typical YA story will be interested in reading this book. The characters are diverse and are the perfect representation of a Latino family living in New York. Daniel did a superb job representing a culture and language.
Read an excerpt below…
“¿ Qúe pasó?” Manny the Domino King peered at Sierra across the game table in the Junklot. Rutilio and Mr. Jean-Louise sat on either side of him, each decked out as always in their best guayaberas and Stetson hats. Two empty chairs sat at the corners of the table —one for Lázaro and one for Papa Acevedo, both longtime domino warriors, now departed.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” Sierra said. “Trouble at school, Sierra?” asked Mr. Jean-Louise. “Public school is a cesspool of poisonous bile.”
Manny threw his hands up. “¡ Cállate, viejo! The child needs her education. Don’t ruin it for her just because you dropped out of kindergarten.”
“When I am finished this move, Manny,” Mr. Jean-Louise declared, “you will be in that nursing home on Classon Ave, rotting like a forgotten cabbage.”
“If you take any longer,” Rutilio chortled, “Sierra here will be in the nursing home by the time you’re done.
Anyway, your entire family tree is a sad weed that I pull from my garden and spit on before I feed it to the rats.”“School’s out for the summer,” Sierra said. “And y’all ridiculous. Hey, I was wondering what happened to that guy Ol’ Vernon because —”
“Nothing.” Manny shifted his considerable weight on the little wooden chair and fussed with his skinny goatee. The other old gentlemen exchanged frowns. It was the only time Sierra had ever seen them look seriously at each other. “No pasa nada.”
“What do you mean nothing? You said he was missing in the Searchlight this morning.”
“Yep, he’s missing,” Manny said.
Mr. Jean-Louise smacked a domino on the board. Rutilio cursed under his breath.
“That’s it?” Sierra crossed her arms over her chest.
Manny kept his eyes on the board. Dominos clacked against each other.
“Alright,” Sierra said. “I’m gonna go paint. Manny, let me know when you feel more talkative.”
“Make sure you cover that nasty tower with every wild monster you can imagine, Sierra,” Mr. Jean-Louise said.
“Top to bottom,” Rutilio added.
“I’ll drink to that,” Manny said. They each produced a brown paper bag with a bottle inside.
One by one the three friends poured a little splash of rum out for Papa Acevedo and then swigged. “Ah! It’s the wall I think that bothers me the most,” Manny continued. “We used to be able to see all the way down the block, past Carlos’s Corner Store to the church, and then down beyond that the hospital. ¿Ahora? Carajo. The blankness of void vacant estupid.” “If you don’t make a move soon,” Rutilio said, “I will make sure” “that that’s what they write on your gravestone.” “It’s not even my go, coño, it’s Lenel’s.” “Here lies Manuelito,” Mr. Jean-Louise said. “The blankness of void vacant estupid.” He shrugged. “He was somewhat liked.” He and Rutilio crossed themselves. Manny grumbled and shuffled his pieces. “Good-bye, weirdos,” Sierra said.”