Sample text for Home of the brave / Katherine Applegate.

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When the flying boat
returns to earth at last,
I open my eyes
and gaze out the round window.
What is all the white? I whisper.
Where is all the world?
The helping man greets me
and there are many lines and questions
and pieces of paper.
At last I follow him outside.
We call that snow, he says.
Isn't it beautiful?
Do you like the cold?
I want to say
No, this cold is like claws on my skin!
I look around me.
Dead grass pokes through
the unkind blanket of white.
Everywhere the snow
sparkles with light
hard as high sun.
I close my eyes.
I try out my new English words:
How can you live
in this place called America?
It burns your eyes!
The man gives me a fat shirt
and soft things like hands.
Coat, he says. Gloves.
He smiles. You'll get used to it, Kek.
I am a tall boy,
like all my people.
My arms stick out of the coat
like lonely trees.
My fingers cannot make
the gloves work.
I shake my head.
I say, This America is hard work.
His laughter makes little clouds.

Library of Congress subject headings for this publication:
Immigrants -- Juvenile fiction.
African Americans -- Juvenile fiction.
Schools -- Juvenile fiction.
Cows -- Juvenile fiction.
Hope -- Juvenile fiction.
Minneapolis (Minn.) -- Juvenile fiction.
Immigrants -- Fiction.
African Americans -- Fiction.
Schools -- Fiction.
Cows -- Fiction.
Hope -- Fiction.
Minneapolis (Minn.) -- Fiction.