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More on Sisters

Because I have two girls and three sisters of my own, our library, of course, holds more than one book about sisters. Two of our other favorites are “Big Sister, Little Sister,” by Leuyen Pham, and “Sisters,” by David McPhail.

Much like Rukhsana Khan, whose book I most recently reviewed, Pham is an immigrant to North America, originating from Vietnam. And her book, too, has been dedicated to an older sister:

If only all older sisters could be repaid for their pain and suffering this way!

Whereas Khan’s book, “Big Red Lollipop,” was written from the perspective of the oldest sister, “Big Sister, Little Sister” looks at the ups and downs of sisterhood from the younger point of view. It seems younger siblings are a less popular selection for narrators in the children’s book world, which is what makes this book particularly valuable, giving the overlooked younger sister a voice.

Pham’s Little Sister feels as though she’s always trying to catch up to Big Sister and bemoans her second-hand clothes and earlier bedtime. Many of the stereotypical differences between big sisters and little sisters also are played out. Big Sister is poised, tidy and responsible, while Little Sister is a wild risk-taker with a tendency toward tantrums.

Although Big Sister is often proven right in this book (as an oldest sister, myself, I can attest this is usually the case), Little Sister is given her due credit. It turns out that little siblings have talents of their own and might just know a thing or two that their older siblings don’t.

What I think I enjoy most about this book, however, is the consistent companionship and friendship of these sisters. Oftentimes, children’s books about siblings emphasize conflict or depict an older sibling’s attempts to ditch the younger sibling. But despite the difference in their ages, Big Sister and Little Sister are shown together reading books, baking, riding bikes, rollerskating, dancing and making music.

Pham also emphasize Big Sister’s patient willingness to teach and look out for Little Sister. Big Sister comes to the rescue when Little Sister can’t sleep, keeps her safe while crossing the street, ensures sunscreen has been properly applied and tends to her when she falls and bonks her head.

Boasting the talents of both author and illustrator, Pham’s unique palette of pink, browns and a splash of red makes “Big Sister, Little Sister” a visual standout on the shelves. Her Japanese brush-and-ink illustrations are energetic, and her Big Sister and Little Sister are irresistibly cute.

McPhail also can take credit for both picture and verse in his classic, “Sisters.” First published in 1984, this petite book (about 7 inches by 6 inches) is the type adult sisters might give to one another on the occasion of a graduation or marriage, à la Dr. Suess’ “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!”

Much like “Big Sister, Little Sister,” this book describes the ways in which two sisters are different but also the ways in which they are alike. Although the format is somewhat formulaic, the very specific personality quirks and preferences McPhail attributes to each of these girls makes the book more endearing and relatable.

For instance, McPhail writes:

As almost any mother can attest, conflicting food preferences are one of the cruelest forms of torture parenthood has to offer. If one child is excited about burgers for dinner, the others are nearly guaranteed to be moaning in protest. For nearly a year, we fought the battle of grilled cheese vs. peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and chicken nuggets vs. macaroni and cheese for dinner (tears were almost always involved). And I can’t claim I was any different as a child; many nights, my mom was forced to cook both chicken nuggets and two different kinds of macaroni and cheese – I demanded Kraft, while my twin sisters were divided over the nuggets and Velveeta Shells and Cheese.

McPhail’s sisters also have opposing interests on the topics of footwear, baseball, frogs and sleep routines. Although these unique preferences likely were inspired by those of the author’s daughters (he dedicated the book to his two biological daughters and two step daughters), they represent a truth that, regardless of shared genetic material, we may have more in common with complete strangers than our own siblings. But the book also illustrates that, in spite these differences, the bonds of sisterhood are solidified for a lifetime by common experiences and shared memories.

The sisters connect while picking sugar-snap peas from the garden, baking cookies together in the kitchen, playing in puddles on a rainy afternoon and jumping in leaf piles during the fall. Rendered in a pen-and-ink style I associate with books from the era of my childhood, each of these images powerfully remind me of days spent with my own sisters. We picked mulberries at my grandparents, had the chocolate chip cookie dough recipe memorized and collected buckets of rain when it showered on summer days.

McPhail’s image of the sisters coloring particularly captures my daughters at this stage in their lives. They may not agree on much, but they’ll spend a peaceful hour together with markers and paper (that’s an eternity in toddler time). Of course, that peaceful hour usually ends when someone won’t share the blue marker and the nails come out. It’s the inevitable cycle of the relationships between sisters – one minute they’re best friends, the next: worst enemies. McPhail seems to understand this as well as anybody:

Of course, in the end, it is the love and friendship sisters share that stands the test of time. This proved true for my sisters and me, and it’s the moral of all of our family’s favorites sister books:

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I grew up with three younger sisters and, as anyone with a sister can relate, there have been times I’ve literally wanted to kill them while there have been other moments I’ve never experienced greater friendship or love. My mom used to joke that life with four girls was no “Little Women,” but, if you’ve read your Louisa May Alcott, you know things weren’t always rosy in the March household either.

Remember when Amy burned Jo’s manuscript after being excluded from a night at the opera? Been there. In my case, my sister Allison took my diary to school and shared it with my fourth-grade crush, making sure to point out the parts that pertained to him. It was all my mom could do to keep me from ripping out all of her hair.

Fictional or real, the bipolarity of the relationships between sisters is unlike any other. My girls are only 3 and 4, and it seems one minute they’re the best of friends and the next they’re giving each other facial abrasions.

With an older sister of her own, author Rukhsana Khan appears to know a thing or two about these tumultuous relationships. And her highly acclaimed children’s book, “Big Red Lollipop,” proves it’s a cross-cultural phenomenon. Although praised for the insight it offers on the experiences of immigrant children, it’s the perfection with which Khan has painted the sister dynamic that I find most fascinating.

“Big Red Lollipop” chronicles the challenges its protagonist, Rubina, faces when she’s invited to her first-ever birthday party, a concept that’s apparently foreign to her mother, called “Ami” in the Pakistani language, Urdu.

Ami says, “What’s a birthday party?”

“It’s when they celebrate the day they were born.”

“Why do they do that?”

“They just do! Can I go?”

Rubina’s younger sister, Sana, takes advantage of her mother’s lack of familiarity with birthday-party etiquette and insists that she being allowed to attend the soiree, as well. And by “insists,” I mean she screams and cries until she gets her way, and the pitiful production is perfectly rendered by illustrator Sophie Blackall, who has caught Sana mid-cry, peaking out of the corner of her eye to ensure her antics have achieved their desired effect.

Not only is Rubina forced to endure the embarrassment of asking for another invitation, but, once at the party, Rubina is also further mortified by Sana’s temper tantrums.

The only silver lining to the disastrous event? The party favor bag containing a giant red lollipop, among other treasures. Sana impulsively polishes off all of her goodies, but Rubina plans to savor her lollipop and hides it in the refrigerator overnight. When she goes to retrieve her treat the next day, however, she finds that someone has beaten her to it. A dramatic chase scene ensures, and the accompanying illustration, with its bird’s-eye view, is by far my favorite visual element of the book.

I could offer a very similar representation of how I reacted when my sister (Allison, again) poured pop over my head one summer afternoon while we were playing outside. My route of pursuit took several loops around the trampoline, crossed the street and traversed through a half dozen backyards before I finally got ahold of her. Fortunately for Sana, their mother was on hand to intercede. My sister was not as lucky.

As is often the plight of the oldest sibling, Rubina’s mother reprimands her for threatening her younger sister and failing to share her treat. Sana, the true transgressor, escapes without punishment. Oh, the injustice! My oldest-sister heart aches with empathy!

Not only is Rubina out a lollipop, but she soon finds she’s also been shunned by her peers at school as a result of the embarrassing birthday-party episode. The sad acceptance Blackall has drawn on Rubina’s face is heartbreaking.

But the story takes an interesting twist as it reaches its conclusion. Time passes and Sana is the one running home in excitement with her first invitation to a birthday party.  Now it’s Maryam, the youngest of the three sisters, who screams to be taken along. Their mother is nothing if not consistent, and she’s prepared to impose the same demands on Sana that she did Rubina.

Ami says, “Well…it’s only fair. You went to Rubina’s friend’s party, now Rubina and Maryam can go to your friend’s party.”

Although the thought of retribution is tantalizing, Rubina demonstrates a greater virtuousness than I would have ever been able to muster.

I could just watch her have to take Maryam. I could just let her make a fool of herself at that party. I could just let her not be invited to any more parties, but something makes me tap Ami on the shoulder.

“What?”

“Don’t make Sana take Maryam to the party.”

“No?” says Ami.

“No,” I say.

Ami thinks for a moment, then says, “Okay.”

So Sana gets to go by herself.

Rubina’s benevolence does not going unnoticed. Although she’s unable to erase the past, Sana returns home from her party with a peace offering.

She hands me a big green lollipop. “This is for you.”

“Thanks,” I say.

After that we’re friends.

The happy ending isn’t just a tidy product of fiction. Dedicated to her older sister, Bushra, Khan reveals the book is nearly 100 percent autobiographical. Khan was born in Lahore, Pakistan, but immigrated with her family to Britain and, later, Canada when she was just three.

“Almost everything in this story really happened,” she told Kirkus Reviews. “I told this story at a bookstore event. My older sister was in the audience. When I was done she said, ‘Wait a minute. You never gave me that big green lollipop!’ It’s too late to make it up to her with a lollipop, so I wrote her this story instead.”

On her blog, she writes that the book started out as a story she would tell orally, from her own point of view as “Sana.”

“But I only told the first two thirds of the story because that’s all I had – to the point where I scurried after the triangle that my older sister Bushra threw across the room. That was the end of the story. Oh, how it made people laugh! But it wasn’t a complete story. I had a beginning and middle, but no resolution. For the longest while I tried to find an end to the story, and then I thought back to what had actually happened. How had I grown out of my selfishness? And that’s when I remembered how years later, when I came running home from school waving a birthday invitation, and my mom was telling me I had to take my little sister Sophia to the birthday party I was invited to, I remembered how my older sister Bushra had intervened, and told her not to make me take her.”

When the memory was put in children’s-book form, Khan’s editor encouraged her to write the story from Bushra’s/Rubina’s perspective instead, allowing the reader to identify and learn from the more sympathetic character. Betsy Bird, famed children’s book librarian, blogger and reviewer, put it best when she wrote:

“I could read a kid parable after parable about forgiveness and not make so much as a dent in their scaly little brains. But tell them a story about an older sister being wronged by her younger sibling and then going out of her way, in spite of her anger, to keep that same sister from experiencing a similar fate… THAT hits home. Hear that? That is the sound of thousands of tiny jaws plummeting downwards after getting to the end of this tale. It’s their little minds trying to grasp the concept of not taking an eye for an eye or, in this case, a lollipop for a lollipop.”

The honesty and accuracy of the story, paired with Blackall’s unbelievably expressive illustrations, made it one of the most recognized and awarded children’s books of 2010. Since discovering it through the wonders of the Scholastic Book Clubs earlier this spring, it has become one of my favorite children’s books of all time.

As an oldest child, I feel validated by Rubina’s story. I’ve always argued that oldest children carry the burden of paving the way for their younger siblings, oftentimes enduring less-than-fair judgments from their parents.  I’ve sworn that, as a parent myself, I would make sure I had a “black book” of punishments to ensure whatever was imposed on the first child was recorded and also handed down to subsequent children. But Khan’s story illustrates that parents sometimes make mistakes the first time around and correct themselves as they learn. I suppose I should probably forgive my parents for lightening up on my younger sisters, even if it was intolerable for me.

“Big Red Lollipop” also has reminded me that sisters will inevitably go through long phases, not just moments, of love and hatred, but it will hopefully be their friendship that stands the test of time. For Rubina and Sana (and the real-life Bushra and Rukhsana) reconciliation came only after a period of maturation on Sana’s part and after enough time had passed for forgiveness to work its way into Rubina’s heart.

In my case, my sister Allison and I have a history of fights too long to chronicle, and we endured a period of time in college when I wouldn’t speak to her for months on end, but there’s no one I’d rather spend time with today. I’m confident the same will hold true for my daughters, though they’ll likely weather many storms in the years ahead. This morning they were pulling each other’s hair, but by midday they were asking to wear their best friend necklaces.

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Why I Do This

After my last posting, more than three months ago, I learned that my baby, our third pregnancy, already 20 weeks along, had a fatal chromosome disorder. I had written so happily in that last post about our favorite baby-themed books and my youngest daughter’s excitement about expecting a baby of our own. It’s difficult to remember that blissful period when everything was as it should be. As my mom put it, I had lived a very “charmed” life in my first 29 years, and the pain of so unexpectedly losing this baby was something I could never have imagined and is something I simply don’t have the strength to describe with insufficient words.

Although I’ve never achieved my idealized goal of posting a new review every week, it has been difficult to be away from this blog for so many months now. In the midst of my suffering, I began composing this next blog, in part because I’ve been eager to share this book with you but also to honor my sisters, who helped me through what I thought I could never survive.

I turned 30 this week, on the third of July. I suspect I wouldn’t normally have had trouble passing this milestone, but I found it difficult to do so while still recovering from what I can only hope is the worst tragedy of my life. Again, it was the presence and support of my sisters, and family, that buoyed me and reminded me that life still has promises of great happiness.

And so this book, “Big Red Lollipop,” a story about the bonds of sisters surviving through thick and very thin, has stuck with me. The process of reviewing it over these past few days has restored a very important part of my identity and happiness, giving me back the confidence and the stamina to share one of my greatest passions – beautiful, meaningful children’s books just like this.

My Sisters

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