This edition October 2015, Sourcebooks Jabberwocky, 272 pages, Ebook, Review copy
Themes: having an absent father, tight bonds between sisters, kind deeds, getting into a pickle,
Content: lots of laughs, some tissues needed
My name is Amber Alessandra Leola Kimiko Miyamoto.
I have no idea why my parents gave me all those hideous names but they must have wanted to ruin my life, and you know what? They did an amazing job.
As a half-Japanese, half-Italian girl with a ridiculous name, Amber’s not feeling molto bene (very good) about making friends at her new school.
But the hardest thing about being Amber is that a part of her is missing. Her dad. He left when she was little and he isn't coming back. Not for her first day of middle school and not for her little sister’s birthday. So Amber will have to dream up a way for the Miyamoto sisters to make it on their own…
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I have no idea why my parents gave me all those hideous names but they must have wanted to ruin my life, and you know what? They did an amazing job.
As a half-Japanese, half-Italian girl with a ridiculous name, Amber’s not feeling molto bene (very good) about making friends at her new school.
But the hardest thing about being Amber is that a part of her is missing. Her dad. He left when she was little and he isn't coming back. Not for her first day of middle school and not for her little sister’s birthday. So Amber will have to dream up a way for the Miyamoto sisters to make it on their own…
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My name is Amber
Alessandra Leola Kimiko Miyamoto.
I have no idea why my parents gave me all those hideous names but they must have wanted to ruin my life, and you know what? They did an amazing job.
As a half-Japanese, half-Italian girl with a
ridiculous name, Amber’s not feeling molto bene (very
good) about making friends at her new school.
But the hardest thing about being Amber is that a
part of her is missing. Her dad. He left when she was little and he
isn't coming back. Not for her first day of middle school and not for
her little sister’s birthday. So Amber will have to dream up a way
for the Miyamoto sisters to make it on their own
Nayuleska's thoughts
Note: for some reasons I didn't realise I'd already read and reviewed this in 2014, so this review is the original one, which I still agree with! Although I prefer the Amber's outfit (not her expression) on the original review cover to the latest one. I do like everything both in a cloud at the top and all the way round the cover. I can't choose which I prefer overall!
This book is ACE! It feels exactly as the front cover
looks, funky and fresh. Amber's voice is funny, putting an
interesting slant on all the events which happen in her life. Some of
course aren't as catastrophic as she makes them to be, but others are.
What touched me the most was her relationship with her little sister.
She did her best to keep her happy - naturally they had the usual
sibling rivalry and disagreements. I burst into tears when Amber's
younger sister revealed a shocking plot twist - I wanted to give her
such a huge hug, and Amber, who desperately wants her dad to be someone
rather than no-one. That and the fact I adore all things Japanese makes this a perfect book (yes I'm ignoring how Amber doesn't see the point of Hello Kitty! Thankfully that's in the excerpt below.) I'll definitely be rereading this heart warming book
again!
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About the Author:
Emma Shevah is half-Irish and half-Thai born and raised in London. She
has lived in Australia, Japan, India (her first child was born in the
Himalayas) and Jerusalem before moving back to the UK. Emma has busked as a
fire-juggler, been a restaurant manager, a copy writer, an English teacher, and
is now a blogger and author. Find out more Emma's website.
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Suggested read
Another Japanese themed read which I've read but yet to review is Alice-Miranda In Japan by Jaqueline Harvey (Children's, 9 years +)
Excerpt from Dream On, Amber
Bella came in wearing her matching pink nightdress, pink dressing
gown, and pink slippers with
Hello Kitty all over them. I just don’t get why
people like Hello Kitty. I know it’s Japanese and supposed to be kawaii
(cute) and everything, so maybe I should like it, but it’s just a
picture of a cartoon cat’s head. I mean, seriously, what’s the big deal?
Bella’s hands were behind her
back like she was hiding something. She looked much happier than she did when
we got home from the party. She moved her arms to the front and handed me a
sealed envelope.
“What’s this?” I asked, putting my sharpener down.
“Can you mail it for me tomorrow?”
I looked at the front of the envelope. There was nothing written on
it.
“But it’s blank, Bella.”
“Yuuup.”
“Who’s it for?”
“None of your beeswax, Mrs. Nosy
Pants.”
“Um…okay. So you…you want me to
put it in the mailbox?”
“Yes, Amber. Duuuh. That’s what
mailing means.”
“But how is the mailman going to know who to give it to if it has no
name on it?”
“Oh,” she said, frowning.
She lay down on her belly on the floor and with her red crayon from
the dollar store (well, she wasn’t borrowing any of mine), she wrote on the
front of the envelope: “TO MY DAD.”
I looked at her.
“Bella—”
“Shush,” she said. “Just mail it for me.”
“But there’s no address on it—”
“The mailman will know where he lives. He knows where everyone
lives.”
“He won’t know where Dad lives. Nobody knows where Dad lives. Not
even Mum.”
“Didn’t I say ‘shush’? I’m sure I said ‘shush.’ Just mail it for me.
Pleeease, Amber.”
I sighed. What was I supposed to tell her? She was too little. She
didn’t get it. So I took it and put it on my desk, just to make her happy.
I know I shouldn’t have done it and it’s probably against the law
and everything but when she went out of my room, I opened it.
It said:
Dier Dad,
My nam is Bella and Im your dorta. My bithday party is on Sunday
16 Speptmbr and I rely want you too come. And I neid you to play with me in the
park and posh me on the swing. Please come home
love, Bella
P.S. Please buy me a perpel Swatch wach and Sparkle Girl Julerry
Makar for my bithday.
I didn’t know what to do. Obviously, I wasn’t going to mail it
without an address on it. So instead, I put it in my secret place. If you pull
the bottom drawer of my dresser all the way out, there’s a space under it on
the floor where I put my most sacred things. I had a coin that I found in Hyde
Park that I’m sure is Roman or Viking and one day I’m going to sell it and get
mega rich. I had a few other cool things in there too. Some of them are
embarrassing, like key-rings I made out of lanyard strings when I was, like,
seven and valentine cards my mum sent me. Stuff you can’t exactly throw out but
really don’t want anyone to see. The letter wasn’t one of my sacred things but
where else was I going to put it?
I also had a picture of my dad holding me when I was a baby that I
sneaked out of Nonna’s album. Obviously, we have a whole bunch of photos of him
in that album, but I wanted one for myself. One of him with me. Just to prove to
myself that he did actually exist and hold me once, and he even looked proud. I
don’t look at that photo much because it makes me angry. I know it doesn’t make
sense to keep it, but there you go. Not everything makes sense. If it did, he
would never have left in the first place.
There was another knock on my door, so I quickly closed the drawer.
“Hang on… Okay, you can come in now.”
Bella stuck her head in.
“When do you think he’ll get it?” she asked.
“Well, they have to find him first. It’s not easy, you know. It
takes teams of detectives months to find missing people.”
She walked in to my room and said,
“Oh,” and did that thing where she points her toes inward and puts one foot
over the other, like her toes are hugging.
“Do you think he’ll get it before my birthday?”
“I don’t know, Bella. I don’t think so. But if by some weird miracle
he did get it before then, I’m sure he’d come to your party.”
Bella unhugged her toes and put her hands on her hips. “Amber?”
“Mmm?”
“How do you know I want Dad to
come to my party?”
Oops.
“Well, it’s kind of obvious, Bella. You did ask if he’d get it
before your birthday.”
“Oh,” she said, frowning. “Hmm. Well, okay.” And she skipped back to
her room.
The letter wasn’t my biggest
problem at that point. I was so worried about starting my new school in the
morning that I couldn’t get to sleep for ages. When you can’t sleep, your mind
starts going a bit doolally. Well, mine does anyway. I start thinking all kinds
of crazy things. And eventually the problem with Bella and her letter worked
its way into my churning brain.
It was kind of mean and everything but there were times I really
wished Bella wasn’t my sister. But knowing there was a huge hole where our dad
was supposed to be wasn’t much fun either. The more I thought about it, the
more I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could do something about it. I could
save Bella from years of torture with one quick solution.
It seemed straightforward enough.
I decided to pretend to be my dad
and write back to her, you know, to make her feel better.
And that was it.
Paff!
The most ingenious idea I’ve ever had lit up my mind like a
firework.
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