{"product_id":"the-importance-of-wings-isbn-9781580893312","title":"The Importance of Wings","description":"In 1980s New York, eighth-grader Roxanne misses her mother and struggles with her Israeli-American identity and her father's long hours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRoxanne (Ravit) Ben-Ari is an Israeli immigrant girl looking to fit in. An evangelist for TV reruns like \u003ci\u003eWonder Woman\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Brady Bunch\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eLittle House on the Prairie\u003c\/i\u003e.  Roxanne is desperate to emulate all-American TV girls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut things change when Liat moves in nearby, and Liat's self-confidence enables Roxanne to embrace her own unique identity.Roxanne (Ravit) Ben-Ari is an Israeli-American girl growing up in 1980s New York City. Family life is less than idyllic, with her mother away in Israel and her father working late into the night as a cab driver. The long afterschool hours are spent watching favorite television reruns, eating sporadically from a nearly empty refrigerator and managing to get by with homework assignments. Roxanne aches for her mother's safe return and longs to fit in with her all-American schoolmates, the very reason she changes her Hebrew name. When Liat, a new Israeli girl moves into the empty \"cursed\" house on the block, Roxanne's attitude on life and her family circumstances is transformed. Liat's Israeli pride brings a fresh perspective that encourages a new confidence in Roxanne, who can then identify with and appreciate her family and dual cultural lifestyle. Told in a first-person voice that is both sardonic and sincere, Friedman's novel succeeds in bringing forth some common issues that challenge any immigrant American child who must straddle separate ways of life while striving for that true-blue American image.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003eRobin Friedman has worked as a children's book editor, freelance writer, and advertising copywriter. She is currently a newspaper editor in New Jersey, where she lives with her husband, Joel, and their cats, Peppercorn and Peaches. Robin is the author of NOTHING, THE GIRLFRIEND PROJECT, THE SILENT WITNESS, and HOW I SURVIVED MY SUMMER VACATION.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVisit her at www.robinfriedman.com.It’s called the Cursed House because something terrible always happens to anyone who lives there.\u003cbr\u003e             It’s not a scary or ugly house, like those haunted houses you see in the movies, but it is different. It’s the biggest house on the block, and the only one painted bright pink. And the backyard leads to the woods, which are scary. Nobody else’s house leads to the woods.\u003cbr\u003e             My sister, Gayle, and I are walking home from school when we see the sign:\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eHouse for Sale\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eContact Appleseed Agency\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e             Neither of us says anything. Finally Gayle asks,\u003cbr\u003e             “What kind of weird name is Appleseed?”\u003cbr\u003e             “I dunno,” I reply. “Maybe it’s . . .” But I trail off, because I can’t think of an explanation. We stare at it for a few more seconds in silence, then finally start for our house.\u003cbr\u003e             Gayle walks straight into the kitchen, turns on the TV, and gets out the cereal. “Do you think anyone will buy it, Roxanne?” she asks as she dumps a rushing stream of Cocoa Pebbles into her bowl.\u003cbr\u003e             “Yeah, I guess so,” I say. I make sure the TV is tuned to Channel 5, which shows the best reruns after school.\u003cbr\u003e             We sit at the kitchen table watching TV and eating cereal, but my mind drifts from \u003ci\u003eThe Brady Bunch\u003c\/i\u003e to the Cursed House. I think about all the awful stories we’ve heard about the people who lived there—like the one about Stood-Up Serena. Stood-Up Serena was a high school senior who was stood up by her date on the night of the senior prom. She walked into the woods in her lavender prom gown and never came back.\u003cbr\u003e             Then there was the time the FBI swarmed over the house in the middle of the night with flashlights and guns. The family who lived there got busted for something major, but no one ever found out what.\u003cbr\u003e             Four months later, the Brinns moved in. They were there only a week when their youngest daughter fell down the stairs and broke her neck. On the way to her funeral, the whole family died when a milk truck plowed into their car on the Staten Island Expressway.\u003cbr\u003e             The \u003ci\u003eStaten Island Advance \u003c\/i\u003esplashed the story on its front page, describing the accident scene as “a haunting shade of bright pink”—spilled milk mixing with spilled blood. It also mentioned that the house the family had lived in was bright pink, but it didn’t say it was called the Cursed House. The house has been empty ever since.\u003cbr\u003e             “Do you really think it’s Cursed?” Gayle asks.\u003cbr\u003e             “Yeah, it seems like it,” I reply.\u003cbr\u003e             Gayle stops her spoon in midair. “Do you think it’s pink because of blood?”\u003cbr\u003e             “Yeah,” I say again.\u003cbr\u003e             “How come the Curse doesn’t come to our house?” she asks, and although she says this nonchalantly, I can tell the idea makes her anxious. \u003cbr\u003e             I pause, because I really don’t know. Finally I say, “I guess Curses don’t work that way. I guess Curses just stay where they are.”\u003cbr\u003e             Gayle nods, satisfied with my response.\u003cbr\u003e             Truth is, even though the Cursed House has always been right next door, it isn’t a big part of my life and I don’t worry about it.\u003cbr\u003e             This is a list of the things I do worry about:\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ea. eddie\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eb. gym\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ec. my hair\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ed. being Israeli\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e             I make a lot of lists. They help me think. I sometimes write them down, but mostly I just make them in my head.\u003cbr\u003e             After eating a second bowl of cereal, I go upstairs to put away my school things. The first thing to greet me when I walk into my room is my poster of Prince Charles and Lady Diana on their wedding day. Gayle bought it for me on my thirteenth birthday. 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