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ISBN13: 9780152057800
ISBN10: 0152057803
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Friday, August 18 

For Mom the move from Texas to Florida was a military operation, like the many moves she had made as a child. We had our orders. We had our supplies. We had a timetable. If it had been necessary to do so, we would have driven the eight hundred miles from our old house to our new house straight through, without stopping at all. We would have refueled the Volvo while hurtling along at seventy-five miles per hour next to a moving convoy-refueling truck. 

    Fortunately this wasnt necessary. Mom had calculated that we could leave at 6:00 A.M. central daylight time, stop three times at twenty minutes per stop, and still arrive at our destination at 9:00 P.M. eastern daylight time. 

    I guess thats challenging if youre the driver. Its pretty boring if youre just sitting there, so I slept on and off until, in the early evening, we turned off Interstate 10 somewhere in western Florida.

This scenery was not what I had expected at all, and I stared out the window, fascinated by it. We passed mile after mile of green fields overflowing with tomatoes and onions and watermelons. I suddenly had this crazy feeling like I wanted to bolt from the car and run through the fields until I couldnt run anymore. I said to Mom, “This is Florida? This is what it looks like?” 

    Mom laughed. “Yeah. What did you think it looked like?” 

    “I dont know. A beach with a fifty-story condo on it.” 

    “Well, it looks like that, too. Floridas a huge place. Well be living in an area thats more like this one. There are still a lot of farms around.” 

    “What do they grow? I bet they grow tangerines.” 

    “No. Not too many. Not anymore. This is too far north for citrus trees. Every few years they get a deep freeze that wipes them all out. Most of the citrus growers here have sold off their land to developers.” 

    “Yeah? And what do the developers do with it?” 

    “Well . . . they develop it. They plan communities with nice houses, and schools, and industrial parks. They create jobs— construction jobs, teaching jobs, civil engineering jobs— like your fathers.” 

    But once we got farther south and crossed into Tangerine County, we did start to see groves of citrus trees, and they were an amazing sight. They were perfect. Thousands upon thousands of trees in the red glow of sundown, perfectly shaped and perfectly aligned, vertically and horizontally, like squares in a million-square grid. 

    Mom pointed. “Look. Here comes the first industrial park.” 

    I looked up ahead and saw the highway curve off, left and right, into spiral exit ramps, like rams horns. Low white buildings with black windows stretched out in both directions. They were all identical. 

    Mom said, “Theres our exit. Right up there.” 

    I looked ahead another quarter mile and saw another pair of spiral ramps, but I couldnt see much else. A fine brown dust was now blowing across the highway, drifting like snow against the shoulders and swirling up into the air. 

    We turned off Route 27, spiraled around the rams horns, and headed east. Suddenly the fine brown dirt became mixed with thick black smoke. 

    Mom said, “Good heavens! Look at that.” 

    I looked to where she was pointing, up to the left, out in a field, and my heart sank. The black smoke was pouring from a huge bonfire of trees. Citrus trees. 

    I said, “Why are they doing that? Why are they just burning them up?” 

    “To clear the land.” 

    “Well, why dont they build houses out of them? Or homeless shelters? Or something?” 

    Mom shook her head. “I dont think they can build with them. I dont think those trees have any use other than for fruit.” She smiled. “You never hear people bragging that their dining-room set is solid grapefruit, do you?” 

    I didnt smile back. 

    Mom pointed to the right and said, “Theres another one.” 

    Sure enough. Same size; same flames licking up the sides; same smoke billowing out. It was like a Texas football bonfire, but nobody was dancing around it, and nobody was celebrating anything. 

    Then, in an instant, in the blink of an eye, we crossed over from this wasteland into a place carpeted with green grass, with trees along both sides of the road and flower beds running down the middle of a median strip. We could see the roofs of big, expensive houses peeking up over the landscaping. 

    Mom said, “This is where the developments begin. This one is called the Manors of Coventry. Arent they beautiful? Ours is a little farther in.” 

    We went past the Villas at Versailles, which, if anything, looked even more expensive. Then we saw a high gray wall and a series of wrought-iron letters that spelled out LAKE WINDSOR DOWNS. We passed iron gates and a pond of some kind. Then we made a couple of turns and pulled into a wide driveway. 

    Mom announced, “This is it. This is our house.” 

    It was big— two stories high— and very white, with aqua trim, like a Miami Dolphins football helmet. A new wooden fence ran around both sides to the back, where it met up with that high gray wall. The wall, apparently, surrounded the entire development. 

    The garage door opened up with a smooth mechanical hum. Dad was standing in there with his arms open. He called out, “Perfect timing, you two. The pizzas got here five minutes ago.” 

    Mom and I climbed out of the car, stiff and hungry. Dad came outside, clicking the garage door closed. He put an arm around each of us and guided us toward the front, saying, “Lets do this the right way. Huh? Lets go in the visitors door.” 

    Dad led us through the front door into a tiled foyer two stories high. We turned to the left and passed through an enormous great room with furniture and boxes piled all around it. We ended up in an area off the kitchen that had a small, round table and four chairs. Erik was sitting in one of the chairs. He waved casually to Mom. He ignored me. 

    Mom waved back at him, but she was looking at the boxes stacked in the kitchen. She said to Dad, “These boxes are marked DINING ROOM.” 

    Dad said, “Uh-huh.” 

    “Uh-huh. Well, I marked DINING ROOM on them so the movers would put them in the dining room.” 

    “OK. Erikll put them over there.” He looked at me and added, “Erik and Paul.”

Mom asked, “Did the movers break anything?” 

    “No. They didnt break a thing. They were real pros. Nice guys, too.” 

    Mom and I each grabbed a chair. Erik opened a pizza box, pulled out a slice, and started stuffing it into his mouth. Mom said, “How about waiting for the rest of us, Erik?” 

    He gave her a tomatoey grin. Dad passed out paper plates, napkins, and cans of soda. Once Dad sat down, the rest of us started to eat.

Copyright © 1997 by Edward Bloor

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bonniem , November 30, 2010 (view all comments by bonniem )
Tangerine By: Edward Bloor

Tangerine, this book describes the life of a teen-age boy named Paul, after his family moved to Florida. He played soccer, and he was a very good goalie. This book tells about his struggles to fit in, and still deal with his insane brother, Erik. In my opinion, this was a very boring book because there was never anything I found to be interesting happening. There were no entertaining actions going on, and it was all about feelings and emotions. Also there were too many descriptions that made the book seem like it was dragging on.
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gogdavis, July 13, 2009 (view all comments by gogdavis)
Flawless prose-- this is a novel that can be enjoyed by both parents and adolescents together. The story explores so many issues important to adolescents: alienation, coming of age, racism, classism, stereo-types, etc.; few won't be pulled in. It does start out a little slow but stick w/ it. The plot really picks up in the end. It’s difficult to find many books aimed at this age group that equally appeal to both males and females and this one definitely does it.
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Product Details

ISBN:
9780152057800
Author:
Bloor, Edward
Publisher:
HMH Books for Young Readers
Subject:
Family - Siblings
Subject:
Soccer
Subject:
Brothers
Subject:
Situations / Special Needs
Subject:
Children s All Ages - Fiction - General
Subject:
Social Issues - Adolescence
Subject:
Social Issues - Special Needs
Subject:
Situations / Adolescence
Subject:
Florida
Subject:
Children s Young Adult-Social Issue Fiction-Special Needs
Subject:
Children s Young Adult-Social Issue Fiction
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Trade Paper
Publication Date:
20060901
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
from 4 up to 8
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Y
Pages:
320
Dimensions:
7.5 x 5 in 0.58 lb
Age Level:
from 10 up to 14

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Product details 320 pages HMH Books for Young Readers - English 9780152057800 Reviews:
"Review" by , "Breaks the mold."
"Review" by , "Smart, adaptable, and anchored by a strong sense of self-worth, Paul makes a memorable protagonist in a cast of vividly drawn characters; multiple yet taut plotlines lead to a series of gripping climaxes and revelations. Readers are going to want more from this author."
"Review" by , "A richly imagined read about an underdog coming into his own."
"Synopsis" by , Though legally blind, Paul Fisher can see what others cannot. He can see that his parents' constant praise of his brother, Erik, the football star, is to cover up something that is terribly wrong. But no one listens to Paul — until his family moves to Tangerine. In this Florida town, weird is normal: Lightning strikes at the same time every day, a sinkhole swallows a local school, and Paul the geek finds himself adopted into the toughest group around: the soccer team at his middle school.

Maybe this new start in Tangerine will help Paul finally see the truth about his past — and will give him the courage to face up to his terrifying older brother.

Includes a reader's guide and an afterword by the author.

"Synopsis" by , Paul Fisher sees the world from behind glasses so thick he looks like a bug-eyed alien. But he's not so blind that he can't see there are some very unusual things about his family's new home in Tangerine County, Florida. Where else does a sinkhole swallow the local school, fire burn underground for years, and lightning strike at the same time every day? The chaos is compounded by constant harassment from his football-star brother, and adjusting to life in Tangerine isn't easy for Paul — until he joins the soccer team at his middle school. With the help of his new teammates, Paul begins to discover what lies beneath the surface of his strange new hometown. And he also gains the courage to face up to some secrets his family has been keeping from him for far too long. In Tangerine, it seems, anything is possible.
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