{"product_id":"patron-saints-of-nothing-isbn-9780593857045","title":"Patron Saints of Nothing","description":"\u003cb\u003eA NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Brilliant, honest, and equal parts heartbreaking and soul-healing.\" --Laurie Halse Anderson, author of \u003ci\u003eSHOUT \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A singular voice in the world of literature.\" --Jason Reynolds, author of \u003ci\u003eLong Way Down\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA powerful coming-of-age story about grief, guilt, and the risks a Filipino-American teenager takes to uncover the truth about his cousin's murder.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJay Reguero plans to spend the last semester of his senior year playing video games before heading to the University of Michigan in the fall. But when he discovers that his Filipino cousin Jun was murdered as part of President Duterte's war on drugs, and no one in the family wants to talk about what happened, Jay travels to the Philippines to find out the real story.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHoping to uncover more about Jun and the events that led to his death, Jay is forced to reckon with the many sides of his cousin before he can face the whole horrible truth -- and the part he played in it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs gripping as it is lyrical, \u003ci\u003ePatron Saints of Nothing\u003c\/i\u003e is a page-turning portrayal of the struggle to reconcile faith, family, and immigrant identity.\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA National Book Award Finalist \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn NPR Best Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn NBC News Best Asian American Young Adult Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePaste\u003c\/i\u003e Best Young Adult Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA New York Public Library Top 10 Best Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year So Far\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eRaleigh News \u0026amp; Observer \u003c\/i\u003eBest Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Amazon Best Book of the Year\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Junior Library Guild audio selection \u003cbr\u003eNational Consortium for Teaching about Asia (NCTA) Freeman Book Award Winner \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn \u003ci\u003eL.A. 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Stunning. Searing…The real deal.”– Mark Oshiro, author of \u003ci\u003eAnger Is a Gift\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Riveting, brilliantly told and deeply moving.\" – Francisco X. Stork, author of \u003ci\u003eDisappeared\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Complex, gripping, haunting and deeply human… a story alive with longing and pain and grace.  – Kelly Gilbert, author of \u003ci\u003ePicture Us In The Light \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eRandy Ribay was born in the Philippines and raised in the Midwest. He is the author of \u003ci\u003eAfter the Shot Drops\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eAn Infinite Number of Parallel Universes\u003c\/i\u003e. He earned his BA in English Literature from the University of Colorado at Boulder and his Master's Degree in Language and Literacy from Harvard Graduate School of Education. He currently teaches English and lives in the San Francisco Bay Area.\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eUNANSWERED\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI sleep in on Saturday because I’ve got no plans beyond gaming with Seth later tonight after he finishes his shift at the sock store. So after what I’ll generously call brunch, I shuffle downstairs in my joggers and an old T-shirt, sink into the living room couch, and fire up my PS4 to make some progress in this one-player game where you battle massive robot dinosaurs in a post-apocalyptic Earth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI don’t know how many hours into this session I am when my dad’s suddenly standing behind me like he’s learned to apparate.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Jason, can you pause your game for a second?” he asks.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m almost at a checkpoint,” I say.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Jason . . .” he starts and then falters. He tries again. “Jason, I have something important to tell you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hold on.” I know I’m being an ass, but I’m pretty sure this is probably going to be about college or something and I don’t really want to talk about that anymore. Plus, I’m in the zone fighting this mech-T-rex that’s already killed me, like, a million times.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Jay,” he says.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI slide down a hill and draw my bow and arrow, triggering the slow-motion mode. I release two arrows in quick succession. Both hit the beast’s energy core, drawing heavy damage and narrowing its HP counter to a sliver.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“YES!” I say.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Your Tito Maning called.” He pauses. “Jun is dead.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy fingers slow, but I keep playing. I’m not sure I heard him right. “Wait—what?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDad clears his throat. “Your cousin Jun. He’s dead.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI freeze, gripping the controller like a ledge. I suddenly feel like I’m going to be sick. On the screen, the mechanical creature mauls my avatar. My life drains to zero. The camera pans upward, mimicking the soul’s skyward path.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe words finally land, but they don’t feel real. I was just thinking about my cousin last night. . . .\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s impossible,” I say.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI sit up and shift so I’m facing Dad. He’s still wearing his nurse’s scrubs, and his salt-and-pepper hair is disheveled like he’s been running his fingers through it. Behind his glasses, his eyes are bloodshot. I glance at the time again. Mom’s at the hospital, and he should be, too.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I thought you’d want to know,” he adds.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“When?” I ask, my chest tightening.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI’m quiet for a long time. “What happened? I mean, how did he . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI can’t say the word.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe sighs. “It doesn’t matter.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What?” I ask. “Why not?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“He’s gone. That’s it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“He was seventeen,” I say. “Seventeen-year-olds don’t randomly . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. “Sometimes they do.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“So it was random? Like a car accident or something?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDad puts his glasses back on but avoids looking at me. He says nothing for a few beats, and then quietly, “What would it change if you knew?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI don’t answer because I can’t. Doesn’t the truth itself matter?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI should be crying or throwing my controller down in anguish—but I don’t do any of this. Instead, there’s only a mild confusion, a muddy feeling of unreality that thickens when I consider the distance that had developed between Jun and me. How do you mourn someone you already let slip away? Are you even allowed to?\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Kokila","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300090335461,"sku":"NP9780593857045","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593857045.jpg?v=1742918668","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/patron-saints-of-nothing-isbn-9780593857045","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}