The Order of Things
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A heart-rending novel-in-verse about a girl beginning to learn it is possible to go on even after a great loss.
Eleven-year-old April Jackson loves playing the drums, almost as much as she loves her best friend, Zee, a violin prodigy. They both dream of becoming professional musicians one day. When Zee starts attending a new school that will nurture his talent, April decides it’s time for her to pursue her dreams, too, and finally take drum lessons. She knows she isn’t very good to start, but with Zee’s support, she also knows someday she can be just as good as her hero, Sheila E., and travel all around the world with a pair of drumsticks in her hand.
When the unthinkable happens and Zee suddenly passes away, April is crushed by grief. Without Zee, nothing is the way it’s supposed to be. Zee’s Dad isn’t delivering the mail for his postal route like he should. April’s Mom is suddenly dating someone new who is occupying too much space in their lives. And every time April tries to play the drums, all she can think about is Zee.
April isn’t sure how to move on from the awful feeling of being without Zee. Desperate to help Papa Zee, she decides to secretly deliver the mail he’s been neglecting. But when on her route she discovers a classmate in trouble, she doesn’t second guess what she knows is the right thing to do.Praise for The Order of Things:
Black Caucus American Library Association Best of the Best 2023 Pick!
A Junior Library Guild Gold Standard Selection
A Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books Blue Ribbons Best Books of 2023
“A lyrical and emotionally powerful novel-in-verse…it’s an uplifting tale of grief, courage, and community.” —The Boston Globe
★ “This well-crafted novel in verse is rich in detail . . . The characters are fully realized, and the themes of family, change, and grief are handled with sensitivity and care. A heart-rending narrative of friendship, family, and the path to healing.” —Kirkus, starred review
★ “Langley explores communal grieving and found family in this middle grade debut, a layered novel in verse. . . Declarative lines paint a spare picture of interpersonal bonds and grief, while . . . resilience and desire to uplift loved ones guide a narrative that’s invested in themes of loss, ethics, and empathy.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review
★ “This novel-in-verse is a steady roll that powerfully builds, like a satisfying drum solo, and Langley creates a beautiful (if tragic) symphony. . . allowing for tender, heartrending expressions of intergenerational and found family caring in times of deep loss. . . Fans of Kwame Alexander’s emotionally charged and character-driven verse novels will have no problem dancing to the beat of this drum.” —The Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books, starred review
“Langley has crafted a lovely, beautifully written, and well-plotted novel in verse, populated with memorable, empathetic characters who come alive on the page. Give her a standing O.” —Booklist
“Langley deftly twines music, poetry, family, and friendship in her middle grade debut in verse…Langley’s verse is both approachable and engaging. Despite a relatively low word count, characters, setting, and plot are richly developed. Readers coming for the music will stay for the feels…A strong purchase for most collections and an easy recommendation for a variety of readers.” —School Library Journal
“In this compelling verse novel,…Langley takes readers on an emotionally turbulent ride while highlighting characters’ strengths and flaws. The protagonists’ love of music breathes life into the plot and propels the action forward. An honest and poignant portrayal of loss and grief that affirms that time and a supportive community contribute to healing.” —The Horn Book
Kaija Langley was born in Northern NJ and raised on a healthy diet of library books, music and theater performances, and visits to the family farm in rural North Carolina. The author of the award-winning picture book, When Langston Dances, she loves long road trips, dancing wherever music moves her, and adventures near and far with her Beloved. She splits her time between Cambridge, MA and Los Angeles, CA.The Sound of Music
makes everything better,
even the first day of school.
In the quiet of morning, there’s
no mistaking the faint sound of
a violin, my best friend, Zee, playing at this early hour.
We’re both going to school
today, but not the same one,
not anymore.
Wash, Brush, Dress
in my school uniform
with the crisp collar,
skirt pleats poppin’,
creased shirtsleeves
sharp enough to cut you,
like Mama taught me.
I double-check my ponytail,
every strand in place, grab
my bookbag, my drumsticks,
and ease into the kitchen.
Devour the orange-cranberry scone
Mama baked special for today.
I slip into her
room for a kiss,
but don’t wake her.
Her UPS badge on
the dresser, her head
half beneath the pillow.
Working night shift
loading trucks means
Mama sleeps most of
the day, works most of
the night, and we live
in the quiet moments
in between.
Like Clockwork
Zee waits for me in the hallway
outside his apartment, across
from my own.
He’s dressed in a burgundy polo,
a gold-and-blue crest on his chest,
khaki pants, new black loafers.
The hallway reeks of fried eggs
and onions, strong coffee and
cologne. Zee has one leg
kicked behind him on the wall,
his violin case in his hand, his
face as hard as stone.
Zee closes his eyes,
takes three long, deep
breaths but still no words.
He’s usually not this quiet.
You okay, Zee?
We gabbed all summer about
today, so I know he’s as excited,
and as nervous too, as I am.
His eyes open when Papa Zee
exits their apartment,
door slamming behind him,
shirt untucked, hat on backward.
He’s late to work today but still
plants a kiss on our foreheads
before ushering us to the elevator.
He jabs the button so many times I’m
afraid it might break. We’re only
on the twelfth floor, but the elevator
always seems slowest when we’re
in a rush.
One for the road? Papa Zee asks, winking.
How do you make a bandstand?
How? I ask.
Zee leans forward,
fully alert.
You take away their chairs!
Zee laughs out loud.
A real laugh, a belly laugh.
The mood lighter now, the
elevator arrives.
It’s Been
Zee and me forever,
same walk to the same school,
same classes, same teachers,
until Papa Zee promised when
the new Boston STEAM charter
school with a focus on the arts
opened in the neighborhood,
Zee could audition.
It’s been six months since and
I still don’t feel prepared.
You scared? I ask, falling in step with Zee.
At least we still get to walk together
most of the way, our schools only
five blocks apart.
Not scared. Can’t believe it’s literally happening.
I’m already good, you know?
Good is an understatement.
Zee is a violin prodigy.
I’m nowhere close,
but I want to be better.
Me too, Zee. Me too.
Zander Elliot Ellis Jr.
is Zee for short—never loud, or
rough and tumble, hard or fast, or
the clown of the class—just Zee.
Because he’s a junior,
saying Zander means
Daddy and son both
turn with those same
big eyes, broad nose,
velvet-brown skin,
with a smirk on
their lips, a question
in their eyes.
We were born a month apart,
but Zee was twice my size
even as babies, but no match
for my energy in the
playpen where we
cried . . .
wrestled . . .
cuddled . . .
each other before we
crawled . . .
walked . . .
talked.
Zee is more than
my best friend, he’s
like a brother. He’s
family.
We’re bookends.
We are.
I’m the A to his Z.
The Order of Things
in my life is simple:
quiet and efficient,
calm never commotion,
just as Mama likes it.
Like putting on socks before
shoes, letting dough rise before
baking, kissing Mama good night
first thing in the morning.
It’s important.
We keep our voices low, the
television off, even our alarm
clocks don’t beep because we
never set them.
There’s nothing except books
and magazines to distract us
when most people have a
television going 24/7,
reality shows or news,
but Mama has no patience
for either.
I asked Mama once why
we live the way we do.
Warehouse work is noisier than you can imagine.
And don’t get me started about what it was like in the army.
Silence is golden. It is music to my ears.
A quiet home is a small sacrifice
to keep Mama happy, but wanting
to play the drums makes me
a round peg in a square hole,
always out of place.US
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| Dimensions | 0.9400 × 5.8100 × 8.5600 in |
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| Subjects | feelings, friendship gifts, realistic fiction books for kids 9-12, feelings books for children, diverse childrens books, inclusive childrens books, social emotional books for kids, black childrens books, african american children books, novels in verse, books by black authors, poetry for kids, poems for kids, social emotional learning, JUV031040, family, books about grief, picture books, kindness, Emotions, friends, realistic fiction, books for kids age 9 12, JUV039060, coming of age, death, Friendship, music, 4th grade books, 5th grade books |
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