when the moon was ours by anna marie mclemore

It was also named a Best Book of the Year by Kirkus Reviews and Booklist.

Award in 2016 and the Stonewall Honor Award in 2017. Their second novel, When the Moon Was Ours, a magical-realist fairytale about a transgender Pakistani-American boy and a cisgender queer Latina falling in love, was published in 2016 by Thomas Dunne Books.

It also was chosen for YALSA's 2016 Top Ten Best Fiction for Young Adults list. Morris Debut Award Finalist in 2016 and received a starred review from Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books. It deals with themes of discrimination and marginalization in a magical-realist story about black magic, and includes a generational feud between Mexican-American and Romani rival families. Their debut young adult novel, The Weight of Feathers, was published in 2015 by Thomas Dunne Books. McLemore was named a Lambda Literary Emerging Writer Fellow in 2011. They cite Laura Esquivel's novel Like Water for Chocolate as one of the reasons they started writing and names Carla Trujillo, Malinda Lo, Isabel Allende, and Federico García Lorca as some of their influences. McLemore describes their work as inspired by the fairytales and stories they grew up with and their own background, which is why many of their novels feature magical-realist themes, queer characters, and Spanish and French language.

McLemore themself is nonbinary and bigender, using singular they pronouns. McLemore is a queer Latine, which they cite as one of the reasons why they write inclusive, queer, Latinx casts. AwardĪnna-Marie McLemore is a Mexican-American author of young adult fiction magical realism, best known for their Stonewall Honor-winning novel When the Moon Was Ours, Wild Beauty, and The Weight of Feathers. Sir.' Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with 'boys, settle down,' or 'gentlemen, please.' These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.When the Moon Was Ours, The Weight of Feathers, Wild Beauty Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out 'girls' or 'ladies.' The endless, echoing use of 'she' and 'her,' 'miss' and 'ma'am.' Yes, they were words. Not when they told their brothers what to do, and borrowed their fathers' books.īut there was everything else. Not when they went out as late as they wanted. It shouldn't have mattered, not when Miel and the other girls in his class wore jeans more than they wore skirts. No one else, not his mother, not even Miel, could understand this wanting to live a life different from the one he was born into, so much that his own skin felt like ice cracking. “The fact that Aracely might understand what he could not say, it seeded in him a want, new and raw, like not knowing he was thirsty until water was in front of him.

When the moon was ours by anna marie mclemore