World in Between: Based on a True Refugee Story

World in Between: Based on a True Refugee Story

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Co-written by a New York Times best-selling author, this moving story of a Muslim boy’s exile from war-torn Bosnia to the United States offers a riveting refugee saga.​

Kenan loves drawing and playing soccer with his friends. He wants to be a famous athlete, hates it when his classmates trash his buck teeth by calling him “Bugs Bunny,” and fights with his big brother, who’s too busy and cool for him lately. Sometimes his parents drive him crazy, but he feels loved and protected—until the war ruins everything.

Soon, Kenan’s family is trapped in their home with little food or water, surrounded by enemies. Ten months later, with help from friends and strangers, they finally make it out of the country alive. But that’s only the beginning of their journey.

An action-packed page-turner with heart about a kid doing his best during difficult times, World in Between celebrates the power of community and resilience, hope and kindness.

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  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780358440932

  • ISBN-10: 0358440939

  • Pages: 384

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 07/27/2021

  • Carton Quantity: 1

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

Kenan Trebincevic
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Kenan Trebincevic

Kenan Trebinčević  is a Bosnian Muslim who survived the ethnic cleansing in the Bosnian War and came to the United States with his family in 1993. He became a proud American citizen in 2001. Since English is his second language, he enlisted his former client and teacher Susan Shapiro to help tell his story. His work has appeared in TheNewYorkTimes, WallStreetJournal, Slate, Salon, Esquire, Newsday, The Best American Travel Writing, on NPR, Al Jazeera, NY1 and the BBC. He lives with his wife in Astoria, Queens. www.kenantrebincevic.com
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Susan Shapiro
Author

Susan Shapiro

Susan Shapiro is an award-winning Jewish American journalist and popular writing professor at New York University and The New School as well as the author/coauthor of twelve books including the New York Times bestseller Unhooked.Her work regularly appears in TheNewYorkTimes, NewYorkMagazine, WallStreetJournal, TheWashingtonPost, Salon, TheAtlantic, Oprah.com, Elle, MarieClaire, TheForward and Tablet. She lives with her husband in Manhattan. www.susanshapiro.net, Twitter: @Susanshapironet, Instagram: @profsue123
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  • reviews
    ★ "In this moving autobiographical novel, author Trebinčević recalls his family’s harrowing emigration from Yugoslavia’s Bosnia province to the United States when he was 11 years old....Trebinčević provides backstory to help readers understand the political forces that tore his home country apart, balancing that information with his own youthful bewilderment and anger, with which readers will readily empathize....The author’s note provides fascinating details about the book’s evolution and Kenan’s collaboration with his coauthor. An essential purchase for all middle grade collections, as well as school curricula on contemporary world history and immigration."—School Library Journal, STARRED review  

     

    ★ "Sharing a time and experience that has little exposure for most younger readers, Kenan’s emotions and actions bring to life the common threads of growing up and discovering new favorite things....Highly recommended for its emotional and historical perspectives, this is an insightful starting point for understanding one family's refugee experience, as well as the complexities of the Bosnian War."—Booklist, STARRED review  

     

    "This title shows how, despite cultural and geographic differences, people everywhere are sometimes drawn to malice but more often to generosity and good. Shows how, for refugees, the struggle for survival doesn’t end when you leave home."—Kirkus 

     

    "The immediacy of Kenan’s narration will allow other transplanted children to relate and kids with more fortunate lives to contemplate the thin line between safety and tragedy. An author’s note explains a little more about his process and work with his co-author."—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books 

     

    "Scenes come alive through the first-person voice and abundant dialogue....a long, intricately detailed narrative that effectively weaves in enough historical background to make events understandable for young readers." —The Horn Book

  • excerpts
    OneMarch 1992

    I’ve seen army helicopters before, but only in war movies. 

          Today is the first time I see one for real. 

          It happens during recess, when Mr. Miran is lining us up to pick teams for our fudbal game and the copter streaks across the sky above us. I’m excited to be so close—but it’s much louder than I thought it would be. The engine sounds like it’s inside me, rattling my brain. I put my hands over my ears. It doesn’t help. The crazy wind makes my hair stand on end. Even the blades of grass are shaking. 

          I run down the field with the other kids, my arms stretched out like wings, as if I’m flying. 

          “Who do you think is in there?” I ask my best friend, Vik. 

          “Important army generals,” he guesses. “I bet they’re gonna get all the bad guys.” 

          I wonder who the bad guys are. They must be in big trouble if generals are coming to arrest them from the sky. 

          “Where are you going?” Mr. Miran yells at us as the chopper flies out of view. “Get back here!” 

          I’m curious where it’s landing, but I don’t want to make Mr. Miran mad and lose my chance at a good position on the team. Fudbal is my life. I push to the front of the pack of fifth- and sixth-grade boys and start showing off some of my footwork. 

          “Choose me!” I wave, trying to get Mr. Miran’s attention. 

          “Kenan, you play right wing today,” he decides. 

          Yes! I squeeze my fists hard, totally pumped. The entire school will be watching our Friday pickup match, I bet—including Lena, the coolest girl in my class. I’ll impress her—and Mr. Miran, who never praises anyone. He’s reffing our game on the sidelines in his suit and leather loafers, smoking a cigarette as usual. When I’ve been standing too close to him at school, Mom tells me, “You reek like an ashtray.” 

          “Smoking’s bad for you,” my dad always says. He’s one of the few men I know who doesn’t smoke. He’s a sports coach, so we’re always talking fudbal, which he says people in the U.S. call soccer. So weird. On satellite TV, my older brother, Eldin, has shown me what the Americans call football: huge guys carrying what looks like a brown dinosaur egg. They run away from even bigger guys to avoid getting squashed. If a giant American player jumped me, I’d break like a toothpick. 

          I rush to the broken fence to throw my blue sweatshirt on a spike, and I peek over the top, where I can see the military base behind the school grounds. There are soldiers everywhere. Two sit on a bench, taking their guns apart to clean them. The barracks have always been here, but there’s more army men than usual. I want to tell Lena about the close helicopter and the troops, but Vik’s older brother, Marko, starts shouting, “Come on, Bugs! Chomp, chomp.” 

          Not this again. My stomach sinks as Marko points to my three huge, horrible front teeth. They hang over my bottom lip and make me look like a rabbit. He’s been calling me Bugs Bunny, from the American cartoon, because he knows I hate it. Mom makes me wear a retainer so my teeth will move into the right place, but I refuse to wear it at school and only put it on at night. What if it fell out of my mouth when I coughed or Lena saw me drool and the guys teased me even worse? No way. I try not to smile much and put my hand in front of my face so nobody notices. 

          I’ll show Marko. Today I’ll prove I’m a great athlete, small but speedy, so he’ll shut up about my screwy mouth. But he keeps making that stupid chomping noise, and everyone cracks up. I feel hot all over. 

          “Just ignore him, Kenan,” Vik says, joining me on the field. “I’m in, too.” 

          Of course Mr. Miran wants Vik, the best dribbler. 

          “Notice more soldiers around today?” I ask as we wait for the whistle. 

          “Yeah. I saw a sergeant with a stopwatch timing how fast they oiled their rifles,” Vik tells me. 

          Why do they need so many guns ready? I wonder. How many bad guys are there? 

          After kickoff, Vik gets the ball. He keeps it glued to his feet. Like me, he’s eleven and small. His two front teeth are twisted, so he has a lisp. If you stand close when he talks, he spits on you. The other kids sometimes make fun of him too, but I don’t. I never will. I know how terrible it feels to get picked on. Vik and I have been best buddies since first grade, when nobody would play with me at recess. Then Vik asked me to join his team, saving my whole school career. So I’ll always be loyal. 

          A few days ago, Vik, Marko, and I were at the store to get new numbers stenciled on our T-shirts. Marko snagged 10, the number I wanted—like my favorite players, Pelé and Maradona. Marko’s older and taller than me, so I sucked it up and took number 9. Later, I asked my parents for the same red Adidas shorts the other guys had. Dad insisted I stick with blue. When I asked him why, he said, “The Serbian Red Stars wear red. That’s Milošević’s team. He’s a sociopath.” 

          I don’t know exactly what a “social path” means, but I can tell it’s bad. 

          We live in Bosnia, and Milošević is the president of Serbia, the republic next door, just an hour and a half away. My family is Muslim, but we don’t pray five times a day like my grandmother, Majka Emina. She gets mad when I spend the money she gives me on sports. “Too much fudbal. You should go pray!” she shouts all the time. When I ask my parents why she’s been praying so much lately, Mom says, “We all go someplace to feel strong.” 

          I totally get that, ’cause I feel strong here and now all right, rocketing down the field with the ball. I kind of think this is the way I pray, like it’s what I’m put on earth to do. I fall, but get up fast, not even winded. I imagine breaking the tie in our game and being the star player. Mr. Miran will tell my father I’m important to the team, and for once, Dad will be prouder of me than Eldin. I’ll get tons of fans, and Lena will like me best. 

          I sprint up and down the rocky ground, focusing on the ball. I can’t stop the other team from sinking a goal, but we do get one back, tying the score again. I need to get a shot in. 

          “Three more minutes,” Mr. Miran calls. 

          Oh no. My time is running out. I’m desperate to show off the new killer kick I’ve been practi...

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  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780358440932

  • ISBN-10: 0358440939

  • Pages: 384

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 07/27/2021

  • Carton Quantity: 1

  • Age(s): 8,9,10,11,12

  • Grade(s): 3-7

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