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KENDRA
by Coe Booth
Reviewed by Alexis Burling
Hardcover
PUSH/Scholastic
ISBN: 9780439925365
320 pages
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-- ABOUT THE BOOK --
Kendra isn’t sure she has anything to say to her mom --- not after all these years. But when her trouble turns serious, where else can she turn?
As she did in her debut novel, TYRELL, Coe Booth gets into the head of a teen trying to find her place in the world --- even though nothing (not family, not friendship, not sex, not love) is what it’s supposed to be.
Coe Booth has crafted an imaginative novel all about love and second chances.
-- AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY --
Coe Booth is the author of TYRELL, which won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Best Young Adult Novel, and was named an ALA Best Book for Young Adults and a New York Public Library Book for the Teen Age. She was born in the Bronx and still lives there. For more, check out www.coebooth.com.
-- REVIEW --
Coe Booth has been praised by booksellers and librarians alike for her gritty and painfully honest portrayal of teens living on the edge. She has also amassed a devoted following of teen readers who claim she is one of few authors out there who actually tells it like it is.
In her first book, TYRELL --- winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Best Young Adult Novel --- she brings up some fairly hefty issues (homelessness, drug addiction, poverty) and addresses them head-on with great aplomb and grace. Her characters, especially Tyrell, were truly inspirational to watch --- fully flawed yet unabashedly ardent in their struggle to figure out who they were, how they wanted to behave and where they wanted to go. Therefore, it is no surprise that her second novel, KENDRA, is a bonafide tour-de-force --- and for many of the same reasons.
Kendra is a 14-year-old girl from the Bronx who, like Tyrell, is wise beyond her years. Well, sort of. Perhaps the right word is “mature,” but not necessarily emotionally. Like her mother was, she is thin, pretty and sexually curious. But unlike her mother, she isn’t about to have a baby at 14 --- especially if her grandmother has anything to say about it. The basic routine of going to school, hanging out with her best friend, Adonna (who also happens to be her aunt; Kendra’s father is Adonna’s brother), getting good grades and spending most nights at home (she HAS lived with her grandmother ever since she could remember) has worked thus far. So why wouldn’t it continue to work in the future?
As Kendra soon becomes aware, though, life isn’t that easy, nor is it that squeaky clean. The older she gets, the more she becomes interested in things outside her grandmother’s home, like designing sets for the play after school, going shopping with Adonna, and boys --- especially Nashawn, the cute bad boy whose locker is next to hers at school. Normally, a harmless crush on a boy wouldn’t be a problem…unless he’s the same boy Adonna is gunning for.
So when Kendra and Nashawn begin hooking up (as in, everything but full-blown sex), Kendra feels more confused --- and more alone --- than she ever has before. Should she tell Adonna what’s going on, even though she knows how Adonna feels about him? What about Darnell, the harmless and hopelessly nice boy who wants to ask Kendra out? Is it strange that Nashawn and she are so close after hours while he flirts shamelessly with Adonna when they’re at school? And most importantly: Where is her mother when Kendra needs her?
Of course, the last question is the most significant and pressing one, and Booth handles Kendra’s journey of discovery perfectly. The pain Kendra endures because of her mother’s absence is palpable on every page. As any neglected daughter would, she goes through every coping stage --- from intense anger, to sorrow, to self-loathing, to deep need, to flagrant rebellion, and back to anger again --- and at no point do we as readers feel as though any of her emotions are forced, trite, over-the-top or subdued.
But perhaps what makes KENDRA so remarkable is Booth’s decision to show not just Kendra’s point of view (the side young readers would most be able to relate to and identify with), but her mother’s and grandmother’s perspectives as well. Both adults were saddled with responsibilities they either didn’t want (in Kendra’s mother’s case, she was too young to be a capable mother at 14) or had already dealt with (as in the case of Kendra’s grandmother, who raised Kendra while Kendra’s mother was away at college, then grad school), and neither of them are happy about the sacrifices they had (and continue to have) to make. Kendra’s grandmother, a grown woman, can’t even get her own budding relationship off the ground because Kendra’s mother refuses to ask her daughter to live with her now that she’s out of school.
KENDRA is a novel full of fiery, garrulous, needy women, and perhaps the one character we don’t see enough of is Kendra’s father. But despite this tiny vacuum, readers (and parents) will be thankful that he is not used as a scapegoat. Although he still lives at home with his mom and makes minimum wage at a snack cart on the street, it’s still apparent how much he cares for Kendra, and Booth steers clear of portraying him as a stereotypical deadbeat dad from the Bronx.
Yes, KENDRA is full of controversy --- sex, teen pregnancy, abortion --- but in Booth’s capable hands, these topics are handled responsibly (condoms are promoted; promiscuity is frowned upon). Teens, too, will recognize their own thoughts, feelings and modes of speaking and behavior (whether good or bad) in Kendra, Adonna and Nashawn. Excellent fodder for more liberal-minded classrooms; even better for lunchroom table conversations.
--- Reviewed by Alexis Burling
-- EXCERPT --
Chapter 1
There’s nothing really different about today. At least that’s what I’m sitting here trying to tell myself. Adonna is late, the way she always is, even though I called her twice already to tell her I’m about to leave her if she don’t get down here now. Nana’s in the kitchen probably waiting for me to come outta my room so she can make sure I’m dressed decent for school. Like if she left for work before me, the first thing I’d do is change into the skankiest outfit I could find or something.
Like that’s even who I am.
Finally, the bell rings. I hear Nana open the door, and all she says is, “Babe’s in her room,” like she can’t even be bothered to say hi.
By the time Adonna gets down the hall, I’m standing up with my book bag on my shoulder and I can’t wait to get outta here.
“You ready?” Adonna asks, like it’s not obvious.
“I been ready.”
She drops her book bag on the floor and I see her looking on my desk, at some of the new house plans I sketched. I know she thinks I’m wasting my time doing them, but she don’t say anything. Probably because she can see I’m not in the mood today. Instead, she turns to my full-length mirror and stares at herself like she’s ever gonna look anything but perfect. I mean, today she’s wearing her tight black jeans and a red cami with these cute little triangle cutouts around the neckline. Nana would never let me leave the apartment wearing something like that.
Adonna turns sideways, looks at her butt, then smiles. “So, Kendra, what time did y’all get back last night?”
“Late,” I say. “Almost midnight.”
“Oh, so that’s why Kenny was standing outside all late, trying to act like he was cleaning his truck, not waiting for Renée.”
Adonna says Renée like she’s cursing. She never makes it secret how she feels that Renée broke Kenny’s heart and that it’s Renée’s fault the man still can’t get over her.
I’m trying not to let anything get to me today. I mean, I know Adonna’s only looking out for her brother. My father. Can’t blame her for that. Even if it means disrespecting my mother.
“So how was the graduation anyway?” Adonna asks, fixing her already perfect hair. She got it relaxed real straight at the Dominican place around the corner and it hangs on her shoulders with just a little curl at the end. “Boring as hell?”
I shrug. “No, it was okay.” There’s no way I’m gonna tell her about Princeton. Not with how she already feels about Renée.
“Any cute guys there?” She moves a piece of hair out from behind her ear, then fusses with it ’til it lays just right.
“Some,” I say. “White guys.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” Now she puts the hair back where it was before, patting it into place and smiling at her own reflection.
Watching her, I have no doubt she could do this all day if I let her. It’s like time stops when she’s looking in the mirror. I sigh real loud. “Can we just go already?”
Adonna looks over at me. “What’s with the attitude today?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“You know, Kendra, every time you see Renée, you start acting different.” She bends down and grabs her book bag fast like I’m rushing her or something. “What did she do this time? And where is she, anyway?”
“She didn’t come back with us.” I try to keep my voice flat and not let her know how upset I am. Because I thought Renée was coming home, too, and it wasn’t ’til we got out there that I realized she wasn’t planning on going anywhere. I mean, not one thing in her whole apartment was packed. “She’s still interviewing for teaching jobs, and, um, she don’t wanna pack up and move ’til she knows where she’s gonna be working.”
“Whatever,” Adonna says.
I hate when she does that. Especially because I know what she’s thinking, that Renée could have come home in the meantime, while she waited. And she probably could have. But that’s none of Adonna’s business.
“I gotta stop at the store,” she says. “Unless you got a tampon to give me.”
I give her a look, like, Don’t be stupid.
“Oh, I forgot. Your grandmother don’t want anything up in there!” She starts laughing. “She still threatening to have you checked by the doctor?”
I roll my eyes and walk outta my room in front of her. Yeah, I know Adonna’s just being herself, but I’m really getting tired of it.
When I pass the kitchen, Nana calls out, “Bye, girls.” She’s in there washing the breakfast dishes, but that don’t stop her from looking over her shoulder and giving me the once-over. “And, Babe, I want you coming home right after play practice.”
I try not to look behind me at Adonna. “Yes, Nana,” I say as I open the front door.
“That means straight home.”
“I know, Nana.”
This time I can’t help but see Adonna covering her mouth with her hand.
We leave the apartment and Adonna busts out laughing even before I can close the door behind me. “Yes, sir, Massa, sir,” she says. “I don’t know how you put up with that shit.”
I move away from the door and whisper, “What am I supposed to do? I still have to live with her.” I wanna add, At least ’til Renée gets a job offer and decides where we’re gonna move, but I don’t wanna bring up Renée’s name and get Adonna started again.
Not that I can stop her.
I press the button for the elevator and Adonna leans against the wall. “This is what I wanna know,” she says. “Renée graduated. She got her fancy Ph.D., and there’s no more degrees for her to get, right? So what kinda excuse is she gonna have now for not wanting you to live with her? ’Cause, knowing her, she’s gonna come up with something.”
I don’t wanna hear this. Not from her. Part of me just wants to tell her to mind her own business, but I can’t. Because the other part has the same questions she does.
So instead, I just fold my arms in front of me and say, “I’m not gonna talk about this with you.”
“Fine. All I’m saying is, if she wanted to be here, she would have brought her ass home. That’s all.” She throws her hands up in the air. “I’m done now.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
I roll my eyes again. “Fine.”
I hate starting the day like this, fighting with Adonna. But I’m not gonna just take her crap. Not with the mood I’m in.
Things were supposed to be different today. At least that’s what I thought yesterday when me and Nana took an early morning train from Penn Station out to Princeton just in time for the big graduation. I was all happy, too, at first, sitting there on one of those folding chairs on that big lawn, watching all those people in their black caps and gowns. And Nana was so proud, bragging about Renée to all the people around us.
And then, afterward, there was some kinda reception across campus for all the Ph.D. graduates and their families. Me and Nana stood around eating the hors d'oeuvres while Renée took pictures with her friends. And I stood there watching her, seeing how happy she was and how everybody wanted to be in a picture with her, and I felt like I was just another person caught up in her glow.
Then, while I was standing there watching her, Renée’s classmates and professors kept coming over to me, saying stuff like “I know you must be so proud of your sister” and “Will you be following your big sister to Princeton one day?” And since I didn’t know what I was supposed to say and what I wasn’t, I just put on a fake smile and kept my mouth closed.
Because it was the first time I knew for sure I didn’t exist when Renée was at college. I was just the little secret she kept in the Bronx. And that hurt.
As for Adonna, I know she don’t mean to hurt my feelings when she talks bad about Renée. I know she only wants me to be happy and all that, but she don’t understand.
For me to be happy, I need to be with Renée.
Excerpted from KENDRA © Copyright 2008 by Coe Booth. Reprinted with permission by PUSH, an imprint of Scholastic, Inc. All rights reserved.
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