Meet Clara Lee.
Likes: her best friends, her grandpa, her little sister (when she's not being annoying, which is almost always), candy necklaces, and the Apple Blossom Festival.
Dislikes: her little sister (when she's being annoying, which is almost always), her mom's yucky fish soup, and bad dreams (even though Grandpa says they mean good luck).
After a bad dream, Clara Lee has a whole day of good luck. But when her luck changes, she upsets her friends and family. Will Clara Lee have good luck again in time to try out for the Little Miss Apple Pie pageant?
Clara Lee is a delightful character from acclaimed author Jenny Han. This charming, humorous chapter book is perfect for fans of Clementine and Judy Moody!
|Publisher:||Little, Brown Books for Young Readers|
|Product dimensions:||5.20(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.60(d)|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
About the Author
Jenny Han grew up in Richmond, Virginia and went to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. She moved to NYC for graduate school and received her MFA in Writing for Children at the New School. She currently lives in Brooklyn and works part-time as a school librarian. Her debut novel Shug was published in 2006, and The Summer I Turned Pretty in Spring 2009.
Julia Kuo grew up in Chatsworth, California. After studying illustration and marketing at Washington University in St. Louis, she started working as a greeting card designer at American Greetings, where she still works while moonlighting as an illustrator. She currently lives in Shaker Heights, Ohio.
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Clara Lee and the Apple Pie Dream
By Han, Jenny
Little, Brown Books for Young ReadersCopyright © 2011 Han, Jenny
All right reserved.
When I woke up that morning and saw the red and gold leaves swirling around my backyard, I just knew it was gonna be my kind of day. We started collecting leaves early in the morning, and by afternoon, we had three very nice, fat piles. My best friend, Shayna; my little sister, Emmeline; and me, Clara Lee. Clara Lee is my name, first and last. All the kids at school call me Clara Lee and not just Clara. It just sounds better that way. Like peanut butter and jelly, like trick-or-treat, or fairy and princess, those words just go together. Just like me, Clara Lee.
Later on, we would jump in our leaf piles, but first, we were playing a game I made up called Fall Royalty. Shayna is Queen, Emmeline is Prince, and I am the King of Fall.
“Why do you always get to be king?” Emmeline complained. She loves to complain; it’s her favorite hobby. She is six. She’s small for her age. A runt, like Wilbur from Charlotte’s Web. I call her that when no one’s listening. It really makes her mad. She has chubby cheeks and round button eyes and everybody thinks she is just the cutest thing ever. But not me. I can see through her like plastic wrap.
“It’s not fair,” she whined.
“I’m the one who made up the game,” I reminded her. “If you don’t want to play, you can go and help Grandpa—”
Emmeline pushed her bottom lip out a smidge but didn’t argue. She scooped another leaf off the ground and added it to her pile.
I picked a brownish leaf out of the pile. “Not bright enough,” I declared, in my best King of Fall voice.
Emmeline put her hands on her hips. “Just because you’re the king—,” she started to say. Then she looked over at Shayna. “Shayna, do you think it’s fair that Clara Lee gets to be king?”
“I would rather be queen any day,” Shayna said, fixing her crown of leaves so it set just right on her head. “Why don’t you be princess instead of prince this time?”
“Princesses are boring,” Emmeline said. And then she threw her handful of leaves in the air and danced around our pile. She bounced around like a kangaroo, shook her hips from side to side, and moved her arms like she was doing the backstroke.
Shayna and I looked at each other and shrugged. And then we threw our leaves in the air too, and we danced like Emmeline danced.
After all the dancing, it was time for me to make my toast to fall. I had already practiced it that morning when I brushed my teeth. “Ahem. Now the king will make a toast.” I paused dramatically. I lifted the jug of apple cider that my mom had brought out for us.
“A toast? But we already had breakfast,” Emmeline whispered to Shayna.
“A toast is a speech,” Shayna explained.
“Then why didn’t she just say speech?”
“Quiet, the both of you!” I boomed. Shayna glared at me, and I mouthed, Sorry. Then I cleared my throat. “Fall is a time of change. The seasons are changing. Soon it will be cold. But we will always, always remember the fall, because it is the best time of year. Amen.”
Emmeline crossed her eyes at me. She learned that talent very recently, and now she does it every opportunity she gets, because she knows I can’t. Emmeline said, “I like summer the best.”
“Do not disrespect fall,” I told her, taking a swig from the jug. Then I passed it to Shayna, who sipped it in her ladylike way. Then she passed it to Emmeline, who drank almost half of it.
Our leaf piles were looking good, so I said, “Ready?”
Shayna and Emmeline yelled, “Ready!”
We all jumped into our piles at the same time. It was like jumping into a cloud of fall. Leaves floated in the air like snowflakes. We three couldn’t stop screaming, it was so fun.
After a lot of jumping, we laid down on our leaf piles. It was getting dark. We would have to go inside soon. That was the only bad thing about fall. It got dark so darned quick.
“Clara Lee?” Shayna’s leaf pile was in the middle, right in between Emmeline and me.
“Apple Blossom Festival is coming up really soon. Are you going to try out for Little Miss Apple Pie?”
“I don’t know. Haven’t even thought about it,” I lied.
“That’s a lie, Clara Lee!” said Emmeline. “I saw you practicing your wave yesterday.”
I told her, “You shouldn’t spy on people.”
She was right though. I’d thought about it plenty.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Korean-American third-grader Clara Lee dreams of being Little Miss Apple Pie and riding on a float at the Apple Blossom Festival, but in order to be chosen, she has to make a speech in front of the whole school and she doesn't have the nerve. When Clara Lee has a good-luck dream about her grandpa, she knows that good luck will follow her in whatever she does and she signs up for the Little Miss Apple Pie competition. But will her good luck last? Clara Lee is a likable character and the book's peppered with details about life in a Korean-American home. I'm happy to report that the main issue of the book is NOT race, but rather it's a chapter book about a third grader who happens to be Korean. I'd try this book on fans of Clementine and others of that ilk.
Clara Lee provides wonderful small details about both living in a small American town and in a Korean family. She is an absolutely believable, charming character. This would be a great book for a book group discussion on what it means to be American, or a starting point for a project where kids talk to their grandparents about where they come from.
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Clara Lee is a little girl with a big dream. When a bad dream turns out to mean good luck, it gives Clara Lee the boost of confidence she needs to pursue her dream of trying out for Little Miss Apple Pie, even if it means giving a speech in front of the whole school, which, mind you, isn¿t exactly her ¿cup of cocoa.¿ When a string of not-so-lucky events sends her good luck packing, Clara Lee¿s confidence takes off with it, leaving her feeling mighty discouraged. But, as Clara Lee soon discovers, luck isn¿t something that comes and goes as it pleases; it¿s something you make for yourself. In 'Clara Lee and the Apple Pie Dream,' writer Jenny Han redefines what it means to be ¿American as apple pie.¿ Clara Lee is what her grandfather calls an ¿all-American Korean American;¿ she embraces all aspects of her heritage. When she isn¿t wrestling with what it means to be an American, Clara Lee is dealing with the ups and downs of being an older sister, a friend, a daughter, and a granddaughter. Writing from Clara Lee¿s perspective, Han really gets inside the head of her young protagonist. If it weren¿t for the fact that she¿s a fictional character, one would think Clara Lee was a living, breathing third-grader. She¿s funny, she¿s cute, and she's as sweet as apple pie. Julia Kuo¿s cover art for 'Clara Lee and the Apple Pie Dream' sparkles as brightly as Clara Lee¿s personality. The colors just pop! Her interior art brings the story and its characters to life. She does a phenomenal job of capturing the characters¿ personalities and what they are thinking and feeling in their facial expressions. 'Clara Lee and the Apple Pie Dream' is a charming chapter book that readers between the ages of seven and ten are bound to enjoy.