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Lucky Boy

av Shanthi Sekaran - Solgt av myWorld

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A gripping tale of adventure and searing reality, Lucky Boy gives voice to two mothers bound together by their love for one lucky boy.

"Sekaran has written a page-turner that's touching and all too real."-People

"A fiercely compassionate story about the bonds and the bounds of motherhood and, ultimately, of love."-Cristina Henríquez, author of The Book of Unknown Americans

Eighteen years old and fizzing with optimism, Solimar Castro-Valdez embarks on a perilous journey across the Mexican border. Weeks later, she arrives in Berkeley, California, dazed by first love found then lost, and pregnant. This was not the plan. Undocumented and unmoored, Soli discovers that her son, Ignacio, can become her touchstone, and motherhood her identity in a world where she's otherwise invisible.

Kavya Reddy has created a beautiful life in Berkeley, but then she can't get pregnant and that beautiful life seems suddenly empty. When Soli is placed in immigrant detention and Ignacio comes under Kavya's care, Kavya finally gets to be the singing, story-telling kind of mother she dreamed of being. But she builds her love on a fault line, her heart wrapped around someone else's child.

"Nacho" to Soli, and "Iggy" to Kavya, the boy is steeped in love, but his destiny and that of his two mothers teeters between two worlds as Soli fights to get back to him. Lucky Boy is a moving and revelatory ode to the ever-changing borders of love.


Praise for Lucky Boy

"Sekaran has written a page-turner that's touching and all too real."-People

"Offers a brilliantly agonizing setup...[An] exceptional novel."-The New York Times

"Pulses with vitality, pumped with the life breath of human sin and love."-USA Today

"Topical and timely...Sekaran's book invites the reader to engage empathetically with thorny geopolitical issues that feel organic and fully inhabited by her finely rendered characters."-Chicago Tribune

"With wit, empathy and a page-turning plot, the novel stirs ethical questions...that the author rightly refuses to answer. Sekaran has written a tender, artful story of the bravery of loving in the face of certain grief."-San Francisco Chronicle

"A fiercely compassionate story about the bonds and the bounds of motherhood and, ultimately, of love."-Cristina Henríquez, author of The Book of Unknown Americans

"Richly emotional."-Good Housekeeping

"Like M.L. Stedman in The Light Between Oceans, Sekaran presents a complex moral dilemma that leaves readers incapable of choosing sides...A must read."-BookPage

"Deeply compassionate...Delivers penetrating insights into the intangibles of motherhood and indeed, all humanity."-Booklist (starred review)

"Both timely and timeless, depicting the comedy and delights of the world as well as its brutalities and injustices."-Edan Lepucki, author of California

"A moving story."-InStyle

"Heartbreaking and timely...Explores motherhood and lengths we will go to in order to achieve our dreams."-Real Simple

"Will leave you spellbound."-Bustle

"Sekaran is a master of drawing detailed, richly layered characters and relationships; here are the subtly nuanced lines of love and expectation between parents and children; here, too are moments of great depth and insight."-Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"A heartfelt and moving novel that challenges our notions of motherhood and the true meaning of home."-Molly Antopol, author of The UnAmericans

"[H]umanizes current discussions of immigration, privilege, and what it means to be an American...Would be a strong choice for book clubs."-Library Journal (starred review)

"There are few easy solutions to life's toughest problems, but Lucky Boy goes a long way toward putting a humanizing face on them."-ShelfAwareness

"A gripping, obsessive, character-driven narrative of sacrifice and identity-where the lives of two women become forever tangled in the roots of motherhood."-Simon Van Booy, author of The Illusion of Separateness

"You'll have a hard time putting down this book, and when you finish it, you'll have a hard time not thinking, and aching, about it for a long, long time."-Antonio Ruiz-Camacho, author of Barefoot Dogs


Prologue Clara, patron saint of television and eye disease, stood three feet tall in the church at the end of the road. The road was known generally as la calle, for it was the only one in the village, narrow, sprouting caminos and footpaths as it went. Scattered along it were one church, one store and a one-room schoolhouse, recently closed. The road ended in a small square, where the town hall stood, and a cantina with the town's only television. It sat on a foldaway table, and when the men weren't hunched around it watching the football, it spun lazy afternoon offerings of love and betrayal, murder and long-lost sons. Clara, beauty of Assisi, nobleman's daughter, ran away one night to a friar at the roadside, was brought to Saint Francis and shorn. Her hair fell like cornsilk to the ground and she traded her dress for a rough brown habit. She walked barefoot and lived in silence and begged for her daily bread. But she didn't mind. She'd fallen in love with something larger than her world. Clara was ill one day, Papi said, and couldn't go to mass. She lay faded in her bed, and what flickered on her wall but a vision of the daily service, from processional to homily to eucharist? And so they made her patron of eye disease, because what could have visited her but a dance of glaucomic flashes? And then television came along and needed a patron, and the pope said Clara. And how about the time, Papi once said, when she faced down an invading army, alone at the convent window with nothing but the sacrament in hand? Now, Clara spent her days tucked into a dim chapel. Day in, day out, alone in the shadows, and if anyone did visit, it was only because they wanted something. But that night was La Noche del Maiz. The village priest brought her down from her perch and wiped tenderly her web of whisper-fine cracks. He wrapped her in finery, silk robes and nylon flowers, and loaded her on her platform. Four strong men raised her high and she wobbled down the road but didn't fall-not once had she fallen-and so it began: a trumpet's cry, a line of altar boys, the swing of a cloud-belching censer. Fine for a saint, thought Solimar, to wait all year for a single tromp through the village. Fine for a saint to spend all of eternity with her mouth shut, her feet still. Solimar Castro Valdez was no saint. She was breaking out. She'd come out that evening to meet a man, not a friar. His name was Manuel. He owned a car and a passport-the right kind-and he'd be taking her away from this place. And he was there. Right there in Santa Clara Popocalco. For months, the idea of leaving had lain dormant. But it was stirring now, snuffling to life. Every cell in her body strained against its casing. It was time to leave. It was time. Manuel would meet her at the entrance to the town hall. Slowly, slowly, the procession moved on. She walked hand-in-hand-in hand with her mother and father. She squeezed their papery old fingers and pulled harder with each step. When they turned a corner, she spotted the clock tower by the church. Seven minutes late already. She flung off her parents' hands. "See you there!" she cried, and ran. At the town hall doors: no Manuel. No one who looked like he owned an American passport. A man like that would have to be handsome-not that handsome mattered, not when all she wanted was the land beyond the border, except that she was eighteen and helpless against the nether-murmur of romance. At the town hall doors, breathless still, she waited. Papi found her and brought her a plate of tamales, which she was too jumbled inside to eat. Mama would be milling through the village plaza and finding old friends from nearby towns, stretching spools of gossip that had begun a month, a year, a decade before. As the sky dimmed, drums and horns throbbed through the square. Drink had been drunk and around h


Solimar Castro-Valdez arrives in Berkeley dazed by first love found then lost, and pregnant. Kavya Reddy has always followed her heart, and the unexpected desire to have a child descends like a cyclone in her thirties. A heart-wrenching novel that gives voice to two mothers: a young undocumented Mexican woman and an Indian-American wife whose love for one lucky boy will bind their fates together.


Author Shanthi Sekaran

Product Details


GTIN 9780735212275

Release Date 06.01.2017

Language English

Pages 480

Product Type Pocketbok

Dimension 228 x 155 x 32  mm

Product Weight 559 g

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