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Summary of Ly Tran's House of Sticks
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Everest Media LLC
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Watermark
Watermark
Publication Year:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9781669398462
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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 We arrive in New York in February 1993, coming from rice paddies, mango trees, and the sun. We are sick from the turbulence of travel, and we are shocked by the airplane smell. We have never been on a bus, and we are terrified of going underground.
#2 I remember arriving in New York City with my family. We had never seen sidewalks, buildings this tall, or a tree-lined street. Everything was so neat.
#3 In 1985, my family moved to New York City. We had no furniture, only thin sheets, some pillows we’d have to share, and a straw mat provided by Mr. Six, the landlord. We had no heat, except for the heat of our bodies and the breath we blew into our hands, which we pressed against our cold bodies.
#4 My father built an altar high up on our living room wall to honor the Buddha and bodhisattvas. He spent his days building it, and in the evenings, he and my mother would pray to the Buddha.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 We arrive in New York in February 1993, coming from rice paddies, mango trees, and the sun. We are sick from the turbulence of travel, and we are shocked by the airplane smell. We have never been on a bus, and we are terrified of going underground.
#2 I remember arriving in New York City with my family. We had never seen sidewalks, buildings this tall, or a tree-lined street. Everything was so neat.
#3 In 1985, my family moved to New York City. We had no furniture, only thin sheets, some pillows we’d have to share, and a straw mat provided by Mr. Six, the landlord. We had no heat, except for the heat of our bodies and the breath we blew into our hands, which we pressed against our cold bodies.
#4 My father built an altar high up on our living room wall to honor the Buddha and bodhisattvas. He spent his days building it, and in the evenings, he and my mother would pray to the Buddha.
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