{"product_id":"frankly-in-love-isbn-9781984812223","title":"Frankly in Love","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Instant \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller \u003cb\u003e• A\u003c\/b\u003e William C. Morris YA Debut Award Finalist \u003cb\u003e• \u003c\/b\u003eAn Asian Pacific American Librarians Association Honor Book\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eExtraordinary \u003c\/b\u003e. . . a \u003cb\u003ebeautifully layered\u003c\/b\u003e novel about first love, tribalism and that brief, magical period when kids have one foot in high school, one foot out the door. . . Yoon explores themes of racism, forgiveness and acceptance without getting earnest or preachy or letting anyone off the hook.” —\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwo friends. One fake dating scheme. What could possibly go wrong?\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrank Li has two names. There's Frank Li, his American name. Then there's Sung-Min Li, his Korean name. No one uses his Korean name, not even his parents. Frank barely speaks any Korean. He was born and raised in Southern California.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven so, his parents still expect him to end up with a nice Korean girl--which is a problem, since Frank is finally dating the girl of his dreams: Brit Means. Brit, who is funny and nerdy just like him. Brit, who makes him laugh like no one else. Brit . . . who is white.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Frank falls in love for the very first time, he's forced to confront the fact that while his parents sacrificed everything to raise him in the land of opportunity, their traditional expectations don't leave a lot of room for him to be a regular American teen. Desperate to be with Brit without his parents finding out, Frank turns to family friend Joy Song, who is in a similar bind. Together, they come up with a plan to help each other and keep their parents off their backs. Frank thinks he's found the solution to all his problems, but when life throws him a curveball, he's left wondering whether he ever really knew anything about love—or himself—at all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this moving debut novel David Yoon takes on the question of who am I? with a result that is humorous, heartfelt, and ultimately unforgettable.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eFrankly in Love\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eAn Instant \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller and #1 Indie Bestseller!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eOne of \u003ci\u003eTIME\u003c\/i\u003e Magazine’s 100 Best YA Books of All Time\u003cbr\u003eA William C. Morris YA Debut Award Finalist\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eAn Asian\/Pacific American Librarians Association Honor Book\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best Young Adult Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★★★★★ Five Starred Reviews\u003cbr\u003eA Junior Library Guild Selection\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eCosmopolitan\u003c\/i\u003e 100 Best YA Books Everyone Should Read, Regardless Of Their Age\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e An Indies Introduce Title\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eExtraordinary \u003c\/b\u003e. . . a \u003cb\u003ebeautifully layered\u003c\/b\u003e novel about first love, tribalism and that brief, magical period when kids have one foot in high school, one foot out the door. . . Yoon explores themes of racism, forgiveness and acceptance without getting earnest or preachy or letting anyone off the hook. And there’s \u003cb\u003ea universality\u003c\/b\u003e to the story that \u003cb\u003ecuts across cultures\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“With echoes of John Green and \u003ci\u003eTo All the Boys I’ve Loved Before\u003c\/i\u003e, it’s poised to be the \u003cb\u003ebiggest YA debut of the year\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yoon’s \u003cb\u003efresh and nuanced \u003c\/b\u003eapproach to Frank’s struggle to navigate cultural tensions amplifies both the vulnerabilities and the strengths that can come with being a child of immigrants. . . Yoon underscores the value of honoring both who you are and where you come from.”—\u003ci\u003eTIME\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yoon's \u003cb\u003estellar debut expertly and authentically tackles\u003c\/b\u003e racism, privilege, and characters who are trying to navigate their Korean-American identity.” —\u003ci\u003eBuzzFeed\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“David Yoon packs all manner of ethnic, class, and family dynamics into the \u003cb\u003efunny\u003c\/b\u003e, profane and \u003cb\u003epoignant pages\u003c\/b\u003e of \u003ci\u003eFrankly in Love\u003c\/i\u003e.” \u003ci\u003e—Wall Street Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Touching on issues of race, identity, and first love, \u003ci\u003eFrankly in Love\u003c\/i\u003e is the \u003cb\u003echarming, funny, romantic\u003c\/b\u003e young adult crossover novel that both adults and teens will enjoy in equal measure.” —\u003ci\u003ePopSugar\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yoon examines love in the context of \u003cb\u003ecultural identity\u003c\/b\u003e, expertly tackling sensitive issues with \u003cb\u003enuance \u003c\/b\u003eand a bit of \u003cb\u003ehumor\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A \u003cb\u003ehard-hitting\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003eintersectional\u003c\/b\u003e look at all the joys and heartbreaks of coming of age.” —\u003ci\u003eCharacter Media\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Yoon makes \u003cb\u003einsightful points\u003c\/b\u003e in a \u003cb\u003efrank\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003eengaging\u003c\/b\u003e way that will compel readers to at least think about the complicated issues surrounding race in America.” —\u003ci\u003eInternational Examiner\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"\u003cb\u003eCompletely unique\u003c\/b\u003e. Frank is a wonderfully self-aware protagonist with a compelling voice…. [A] \u003cb\u003ebeautifully written\u003c\/b\u003e exploration of family, identity, and self-discovery.\" —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “With its \u003cb\u003esmart\u003c\/b\u003e, self-analyzing characters, \u003cb\u003esigh-inducing love story\u003c\/b\u003e, and \u003cb\u003ewitty dialogue\u003c\/b\u003e, this debut effort should happily occupy the shelf beside books by John Green, Rainbow Rowell, and Jenny Han. . . Readers will frankly fall in love with this \u003cb\u003ehype-worthy\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eengaging\u003c\/b\u003e addition to own-voices narratives that simultaneously \u003cb\u003estimulates both heart and head\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “[A] \u003cb\u003esparkling debut\u003c\/b\u003e. . . This is \u003cb\u003ean outstanding novel\u003c\/b\u003e where the emotions are deeply felt but honestly earned. The characters are \u003cb\u003ecomplex and nuanced\u003c\/b\u003e, and all are on their own authentic journeys. The highlight of the book is Frank’s voice—he is a sharp observer who is funny, insecure, and deeply conflicted. . . \u003cb\u003eFull of keen observations\u003c\/b\u003e about love, family, and race with a winning narrator.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"Yoon \u003cb\u003enever settles for stereotypes\u003c\/b\u003e, instead giving his \u003cb\u003ewell-defined characters\u003c\/b\u003e a \u003cb\u003ediversity of experience, identity, sexuality, and ambition\u003c\/b\u003e. Told in youthful-sounding prose, Frank’s journey reaches beyond Korean-American identity and touches on the common experiences of many children of immigrants, including negotiating language barriers, tradition, and other aspects of what it means to be a ‘hyphenated’ American.\" —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"\u003cb\u003eSpectacular debut\u003c\/b\u003e. . . Yoon's light hand with dialogue and deft use of illustrative anecdotes produce a story that illuminates weighty issues by putting a compassionate human face on struggles both universal and particular to certain identities. . . A \u003cb\u003edeeply moving\u003c\/b\u003e account of love in its many forms.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An \u003cb\u003eoutstanding\u003c\/b\u003e coming-of-age novel about identity, familial obligations, and the power of empathy.” —\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003ePure romantic comedy\u003c\/b\u003e . . . Yoon writes in a lightly \u003cb\u003efunny, self-deprecating, accessible voice\u003c\/b\u003e; one that sounds like a contemporary teen and reveals \u003cb\u003ea deep understanding of bicultural complexities\u003c\/b\u003e. As the novel faces issues of race and racism, culture, friendship, relationships, and family, \u003cb\u003eYoon encourages readers to delve into issues of what it means to belong—and who in the end we would like to belong to, and with\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Horn Book Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I loved, loved, LOVED this book, which miraculously manages to be a love story, a treatise on racism, a peek into adolescence, and a welcome to Korean-American culture, all at once. Frankly, Frank Li is a character you need to meet.\" —\u003cb\u003eJodi Picoult\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eSmall Great Things\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eA Spark of Light\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I fell fast for David Yoon's masterful debut that's big-hearted, honest, hilarious, and achingly romantic. I smiled, I laughed, I cried, and I closed this book wiser. Get ready to fall in love with Frank, world!\" —\u003cb\u003eAdam Silvera\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThey Both Die at the End\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eFrankly in Love\u003c\/i\u003e shines with an incredible voice and a searing, honest, and deeply human story about what it means to love someone. David Yoon isn't afraid to confront every angle, both the beautiful and the ugly, but he tackles it all with great care. This is a classic in the making.\" —\u003cb\u003eMarie Lu\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eWarcross\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"In the tender and funny \u003ci\u003eFrankly in Love\u003c\/i\u003e, David Yoon gives us some of the truest and most lovable characters I've read in a long time. This book is pure joy.\" —\u003cb\u003eDeb Caletti\u003c\/b\u003e, Printz Honor recipient for \u003ci\u003eA Heart in a Body in the World\u003c\/i\u003e and National Book Award finalist for \u003ci\u003eHoney, Baby, Sweetheart\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This\u003cb\u003e #OwnVoices novel\u003c\/b\u003e tackles familial issues, being the child of immigrant parents, and what it means to make a name for yourself despite having an ocean of expectations weighing down on your shoulders.\" —\u003ci\u003eBookRiot\u003c\/i\u003eDavid Yoon grew up in Orange County, California, and now lives in Los Angeles with his wife, novelist Nicola Yoon, and their daughter. He drew the illustrations for Nicola's #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestseller \u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e. He is the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eFrankly in Love\u003c\/i\u003e, which was a William C. Morris Award finalist and an Asian\/Pacific American Award for Young Adult Literature Honor book. You can visit him at davidyoon.com.Mom-n-Dad work at The Store every day, from morning to evening, on weekends, holidays, New Year’s Day, 365 days out of every year without a single vacation for as long as me and Hanna have been alive.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mom-n-Dad inherited The Store from an older Korean couple of that first wave who came over in the sixties. No written contracts or anything. Just an introduction from a good friend, then tea, then dinners, and finally many deep bows, culminating in warm, two-handed handshakes. They wanted to make sure The Store was kept in good hands. Good, Korean hands.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The Store is an hour-long drive from the dystopian perfection of my suburban home of Playa Mesa. It’s in a poor, sun-crumbled part of Southern California largely populated by Mexican- and African-Americans. A world away.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The poor customers give Mom-n-Dad food stamps, which become money, which becomes college tuition for me.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It’s the latest version of the American dream.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I hope the next version of the American dream doesn’t involve gouging people for food stamps.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’m at The Store now. I’m leaning against the counter. Its varnish is worn in the middle like a tree ring, showing the history of every transaction that’s ever been slid across its surface: candy and beer and diapers and milk and beer and ice cream and beer and beer.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “At the airport,” I once explained to Q, “they hand out title deeds by ethnicity. So the Greeks get diners, the Chinese get laundromats, and the Koreans get liquor stores.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “So\u003ci\u003e that’s \u003c\/i\u003ehow America works,” said Q, taking a deeply ironic bite of his burrito.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It’s hot in The Store. I’m wearing a Hardfloor tee shirt perforated with moth holes in cool black, to match my cool-black utility shorts. Not all blacks are the same. There is warm black and brown black and purple black. My wristbands are a rainbow of blacks. All garments above the ankles must be black. Shoes can be anything, however. Like my caution-yellow sneakers.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Dad refuses to turn on the air-conditioning, because the only things affected by the heat are the chocolate-based candies, and he’s already stashed those in the walk-in cooler.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Meanwhile, I’m sweating. I watch a trio of flies trace an endless series of right angles in midair with a nonstop zimzim sound. I snap a photo and post it with the caption: \u003ci\u003eFlies are the only creature named after their main mode of mobility.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It makes no sense that I’m helping Mom-n-Dad at The Store. My whole life they’ve never let me have a job.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Study hard, become doctor maybe,” Dad would say.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Or a famous newscaster,” Mom would say.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I still don’t get that last one.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Anyway: I’m at The Store only one day a week, on Sundays, and only to work the register—no lifting, sorting, cleaning, tagging, or dealing with vendors. Mom’s home resting from her morning shift, leaving me and Dad alone for his turn. I suspect all this is Mom’s ploy to get me to bond with Dad in my last year before I head off to college. Spend father-n-son time. Engage in deep conversation.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Dad straps on a weight belt and muscles a hand truck loaded with boxes of malt liquor. He looks a bit like a Hobbit, stocky and strong and thick legged, with a box cutter on his belt instead of a velvet sachet of precious coins. He has all his hair still, even in his late forties. To think, he earned a bachelor’s degree in Seoul and wound up here. I wonder how many immigrants there are like him, working a blue-collar job while secretly owning a white-collar degree.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He slams his way out of the dark howling maw of the walk-in cooler.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You eat,” he says. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Okay, Dad,” I say.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You go taco. Next door. Money, here.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He hands me a twenty.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Okay, Dad.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I say \u003ci\u003eOkay, Dad\u003c\/i\u003e a lot to Dad. It doesn’t get much deeper than that for the most part. For the most part, it can’t. Dad’s English isn’t great, and my Korean is almost nonexistent. I grew up on video games and indie films, and Dad grew up on I-don’t-know-what.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I used to ask him about his childhood. Or about basic things, like how he was able to afford a luxury like college. He grew up poor, after all, poorer than poor. Both my parents did, before Korea’s economic supernova in the late eighties. Dad said he would go fishing for river crabs when food ran low. Lots of people in the sticks did.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Tiny crabby, they all crawling inside my net,” he told me. “All crawling crawling crawling over each other, they step-ping on each other face, try to get on top.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Okay,” I said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “That’s Korea,” he said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When I asked him what that meant, he just closed the conversation with:\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Anyway America better. Better you going college here, learn English. More opportunity.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e That’s his checkmate move for most conversations, even ones that start out innocently enough like, \u003ci\u003eHow come we never kept up with speaking Korean in the house? \u003c\/i\u003eor \u003ci\u003eWhy do old Korean dudes worship Chivas Regal?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e So for the most part, he and I have made a habit of leaving things at \u003ci\u003eOkay, Dad.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Okay, Dad,” I say.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I grab my phone and step into the even hotter heat outside. Corrido music is bombarding the empty parking lot from the carnicería next door. The music is meant to convey festivity, to entice customers inside. It’s not working.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ¡Party Today!\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Buzz-buzz. It’s Q.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003ePip pip, old chap, let’s go up to LA. It’s free museum night. Bunch of us are going.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eDeepest regrets, old bean, \u003c\/i\u003eI say.\u003ci\u003e Got a Gathering.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI shall miss your companionship, fine sir,\u003c\/i\u003e says Q.\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eAnd I yours, my good man.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Q knows what I mean when I say \u003ci\u003eGathering\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I’m talking about a gathering of five families, which sounds like a mafia thing but really is just Mom-n-Dad’s friends getting together for a rotating house dinner.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It’s an event that’s simultaneously ordinary and extraordinary: ordinary in that hey, it’s just dinner, but extraordinary in that all five couples met at university in Seoul, became friends, moved to Southern California together to start new lives, and have managed to see each other and their families every month literally for decades.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The day ends. Dad changes shirts, trading his shop owner persona for a more Gathering-appropriate one: a new heather-gray polo that exudes success and prosperity. We lock up, turn out the lights. Then we drive forty minutes to the Kims’.\u003cbr\u003e It’s the Kim family’s turn to host the Gathering this time, and they’ve gone all out: a Brazilian barbecue carving station manned by real Brazilians drilling everyone on the word of the night (chu•rra•sca•ri•a), plus a wine-tasting station, plus a seventy-inch television in the great room with brand-new VR headsets for the little kids to play ocean explorer with.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It all screams: \u003ci\u003eWe’re doing great in America. How about you?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Included among these totems of success are the children themselves, especially us older kids. We were all born pretty much at the same time. We’re all in the same year in school. We are talked and talked about, like minor celebrities.\u003ci\u003e So-and-so made academic pentathlon team captain. So-and-so got valedictorian.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Being a totem is a tiresome role, and so we hide away in the game room or wherever while outside, the littler kids run amok and the adults get drunk and sing twenty-year-old Ko-rean pop songs that none of us understand. In this way we have gradually formed the strangest of friendships:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e •              We only sit together like this for four hours once a month.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e •              We never leave the room during this time, except for food.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e •              We never hang out outside the Gatherings.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The Gatherings are a world unto themselves. Each one is a version of Korea forever trapped in a bubble of amber—the early-nineties Korea that Mom-n-Dad and the rest of their friends brought over to the States years ago after the bubble burst. Meanwhile, the Koreans in Korea have moved on, become more affluent, more savvy. Meanwhile, just outside the Kims’ front door, American kids are dance-gaming to K-pop on their big-screens.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But inside the Gathering, time freezes for a few hours. We children are here only because of our parents, after all. Would we normally hang out otherwise? Probably not. But we can’t exactly sit around ignoring each other, because that would be boring. So we jibber-jabber and philosophize until it’s time to leave. Then we are released back into the reality awaiting us outside the Gathering, where time unfreezes and resumes.","brand":"G.P. 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