The Importance of Wings

The Importance of Wings

by Robin Friedman

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An Israeli immigrant's journey to become a "real" American.

With their mother caring for relatives in Israel and their father driving a cab all hours of the day, Roxanne and her sister, Gayle, spend a lot of time watching television reruns of Little House on the Prairie, The Brady Bunch, and Wonder Woman—perfect examples of perfect Americans. Roxanne is desperate to be like them.

When Liat, a fellow Israeli, moves into the "Cursed House" next door, things begin to change and Roxanne realizes that maybe real life isn’t like TV—maybe it’s even better. The novel is set on Staten Island, New York, in the early 1980’s.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781607345046
Publisher: Charlesbridge
Publication date: 05/17/2010
Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 176
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 10 - 13 Years

About the Author

Robin 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.

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Read an Excerpt

It’s called the Cursed House because something terrible always happens to anyone who lives there.
            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.
            My sister, Gayle, and I are walking home from school when we see the sign:
House for Sale
Contact Appleseed Agency
            Neither of us says anything. Finally Gayle asks,
            “What kind of weird name is Appleseed?”
            “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.
            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.
            “Yeah, I guess so,” I say. I make sure the TV is tuned to Channel 5, which shows the best reruns after school.
            We sit at the kitchen table watching TV and eating cereal, but my mind drifts from The Brady Bunch 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.
            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.
            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.
            The Staten Island Advance splashed 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.
            “Do you really think it’s Cursed?” Gayle asks.
            “Yeah, it seems like it,” I reply.
            Gayle stops her spoon in midair. “Do you think it’s pink because of blood?”
            “Yeah,” I say again.
            “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.
            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.”
            Gayle nods, satisfied with my response.
            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.
            This is a list of the things I do worry about:
a. eddie
b. gym
c. my hair
d. being Israeli
            I make a lot of lists. They help me think. I sometimes write them down, but mostly I just make them in my head.
            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. Gayle’s birthday—she turned nine—is the day before mine.
            “Roxanne!” Gayle suddenly screeches. “Come quick!”
            “What? What?” I yell as I run down the stairs.
            Gayle is standing in front of the window in our living room, pointing outside, her mouth frozen into a giant O.
            A blue station wagon is parked in the driveway of the Cursed House. A woman with a fluffy mound of carrot-orange hair, wearing a brown skirt and yellow jacket, is pulling a sign out of the trunk.
            Before I can make out what the sign says, I know what it is. I have seen this exact situation in countless commercials. The woman is a real estate agent, and the sign she slides slowly into place reads:

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The Importance of Wings 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
spartyliblover on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This refers to an advanced reading copy. Roxanne wants to be normal, but with her Mother back in Israel and her father always at work driving his cab it makes it hard. When a new Israeli family moves into the "cursed" house down the street, Roxanne has to take a close look at herself and her family. This was a good middle school story about an immigrant girl and her struggle to fit in. The plot is somewhat predictable, but moves along at a pace that will keep readers reading. This book would be great for middle schoolers who are trying to figure out how to fit in.