Heaven
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You never know what’s gonna come down—in Heaven.At fourteen, Marley knows she has
Momma’s hands and Pops’s love for ice cream, that her brother doesn’t get on her nerves too much, and that Uncle Jack is a big mystery. But Marley doesn’t know all she thinks she does, because she doesn’t know the truth. And when the truth comes down with the rain one stormy summer afternoon, it changes everything. It turns Momma and Pops into liars. It makes her brother a stranger and Uncle Jack an even bigger mystery.
All of a sudden, Marley doesn’t know who she is anymore and can only turn to the family she no longer trusts to find out. Truth often brings change. Sometimes that change is for the good. Sometimes it isn’t.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Fourteen year-old Marley's happy life is shattered when she discovers that her uncle is actually her father. She struggles to accept this revelation, and gradually begins to understand and trust her adoptive parents again.Marley's present-tense narration really helps the reader sympathize with her and feel something of the pain she experiences, like when she is basically in shock immediately after finding out the truth about her parentage.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Marley lives in Heaven, Ohio with her mom, dad, and brother Butchy. She gets occasional letters from her dad's twin brother, Jack and her best friend in Shoogy Maple whose family is perfect. Fourteen year-old Marley's world is perfect until one day when she learns a family secret. Johnson tells the story, Heaven, in first person through Marley the main character. The author hooks you from the very beginning of the story because you want to know about a town named Heaven and just why Uncle Jack is writing letters to Marley. It is a letter from Deacon James David Major concerning the burning of the Our First Mission Church in Alabama and how the records in that church were destroyed and how it affects Marley and her family.Johnson does a wonderful job of bringing her characters to life and giving the reader people that they can relate with. You want to know about the relationship between Marley and Uncle Jack, who has not seen her since her birth. Why do Marley's parent's send Uncle Jack money through Western Union? I believe that this story will appeal to teenage readers between the ages of 12 to 14 and they will appreciate the theme of the story which is that it is the family that loves and surrounds you everyday who let you know you are loved.Heaven is a Coretta Scott King Award winner
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Marley (named after Bob Marley) has lived in Heaven, OH since she was two years old, and everything has been--heavenly. The only difference between her and the other kids she knows is that she makes weekly trips to Ma's Superette to send money to her Uncle Jack via Western Union. Uncle Jack writes letters to her regularly, telling all about his travels. She also has a best friend, Shoogy Maple, who has a strangely perfect family, and she loves to babysit baby Feather while her friend Bobby paints. One day Marley's world shifts suddenly, however, when she learns that she is actually her Uncle Jack's daughter, and that the people she thought were her parents are actually her aunt and uncle. her name isn't even Marley--it's Monna. Marley struggles to come to grips with this new information, even as Uncle Jack decides it's time to come home and meet Marley.This was a disappointing book. Marley remained a mostly flat character, and her cadre of friends seem like standard characters trotted out according to a formula: the troubled friend from the too-perfect family; the mysterious Uncle who writes loving letters to a niece he's supposedly never met; the lonely, sensitive artist with the darling child he adores. The letter which precipitates Marley's knowledge about her birth seems contrived, and her reaction to it somehow doesn't ring true. Part of the problem may be that the book just moves too quickly. At only 138 (small) pages, events seem to move too quickly to really get to know Marley and understand why this betrayal is so significant for her. Though it makes sense that she would be confused and hurt, and young readers will be able to identify with those feelings, she is never developed enough to completely engage the reader, and in the end the story just seems a bit trite. "Even though some of the stories will hurt my heart and sometimes make me afraid of losing more of what I have; I want her to know that it's been a fine life, for a girl like me, in Heaven."
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Marley learns the truth about her "parents" one summer afternoon. Marely discovers that she is adopted and she feels like the world she has known has been a lie. Can she trust these people any longer? What about Uncle Jack? Who is he really? Johnson's characters come to life and make the story seem real. This story teaches the reader that those who love us sometimes lie to protect us from the truth. Marley discovers that she hasn't lost her parents, but has gained new information that helps her understand who she is. Awards and Honors: Coretta Scott King
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Summary: Marley thought she knew her family until a secret about her past comes to light.Evaluation: This story moved rather slowly and took place mostly in Marley's head. The reader sees how Marley deals with learning the secret and learning all about family. It's very well-written, but it does move slowly.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Angela Johnson's concise, poetic narrative gives weight to Marley's search for her identity. When she finds out that the parents she has always known are actually her aunt and uncle, Marley struggles to come to terms with whether her birth parents or the parents that raised her shaped her identity more. As Marley matures, she begins to see that it is ok to love and be loved by both her Momma and Daddy and her Uncle Jack (her absentee biological father)- "I love the people who raised me by that river and...I love the man who finally came back to tell me the stories I needed to hear from so long ago." Marley's story is short, poignant, and beautiful.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Marley finds out she's adopted and her whole life turns upside down. Nothing seems right. But, in the end she finds that love is the most important thing. No drugs, violence or race.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5When 12 year old Marley discovers that she is adopted, her perception of who she is and the parents who raised her is turned upside down.Learning that her uncle is her biological father, she struggles to define truth.This book is well written and the characters are all very likeable. As a parent of an adopted daughter I didn't feel the issues were depicted as in depth as they should/could have been.Edit More
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fourteen-year-old Marley's seemingly perfect life in the small town of Heaven is disrupted when she discovers that her father and mother are not her real parents.
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Heaven - Angela Johnson
heaven
In Heaven there are 1,637 steps from my house to the Western Union. You have to walk by a playground and four stores–two clothing, one food, and one hardware coffee shop. After you pass those stores, you cross one street and hop over a deadly looking grate. (I once heard about a man who got struck by lightning while standing on one.) Ten steps past the grate is Ma’s Superette.
(If you can’t find it at Ma’s . . . she even sells live bait on the side.)
Ma’s Superette is open 231/2 hours a day. Ma closes it from 4:10 A.M. to 4:40 A.M. every morning. She uses the half hour to pray. At least that’s what she says she uses it for. When I said differently one day Pops said I was skeptical and not spiritual at all.
That made me mad ’cause hadn’t I put all my allowance in the Salvation Army kettle last winter? Sometimes Pops just doesn’t get it. He even said a while ago that because I was just fourteen I didn’t understand about life, but I wasn’t about to hear that. Sometimes he gets so mad at me, he just shakes his head and mumbles that I’m just like Uncle Jack. Then he tosses the thought away I guess and smiles at me, every time.
Anyway, Ma’s was the place you could get nachos and nail polish, Levi’s when you needed them, and flip-flops for the summer. I’d already gone through two pair and it’s only the middle of June.
Heaven might sound pretty boring to most people, but before I really understood about all my years at the Western Union, it was fine for a girl like me.
I don’t get sent to Ma’s for bread and milk like most kids, but to wire money. I’ve been doing it ever since I’ve been allowed to leave the yard by myself. It’s something I thought most kids did. It’s something I found out a little further down the road that made me different from every other kid in Heaven.
postcards from uncle
We live in Heaven ’cause about twelve years ago Momma found a postcard on a park bench postmarked HEAVEN, OH. On the front of the postcard were clouds and a group of people floating around and waving. It said, HI FROM HEAVEN.
Momma said she’d been looking for Heaven her whole life–so we moved: Momma, Pops, Butchy, and me.
Pops was looking for another job, too. He said it was getting pretty dry out west. Too many people had decided California was the place they had to be. So it was time to go.
But this is how Momma tells it.
Wasn’t much to it. Small town, lots of trees and kids running everywhere. There was the cutest little school sitting over by the river–and when the Impala died right in front of this little house with a picket fence and Marley started screaming to go to the bathroom, we were in Heaven to stay.
Pops says, What? I don’t know. That was ten or twenty years ago, and how am I supposed to remember any of it? I was almost blind from driving and about out of my mind with sleep. . . . What were we talking about?
My brother Butchy grunts: Do I look like the answer man?
But Momma’s telling is only the beginning of how we ended up in Heaven. A postcard, a dead Impala, and a house with a picket fence is only part of what got us here.
Why Momma was looking for Heaven is another thing. People look for what they think they need, I guess. You find what you think you need and what might make you happy in different places with different people and sometimes it’s just waiting in a tiny town in Ohio with a cute little schoolhouse by the river. Heaven was waiting for us.
If the whole truth be told, that’s adding Pops’s truth and the little bit that Butchy knows—I figure we ended up in Heaven because of the postcard, Western Union, and Uncle Jack.
There aren’t Western Union offices everywhere, you know. Sometimes you have to go miles to find one. When the car broke down and Pops needed a phone, he had gone to Ma’s Superette, called a tow truck, bought bologna sandwiches, and had seen the Western Union sign by the register. Then he’d looked around town and thought maybe it would be a nice place to raise a family and pets.
The story is, between the ages of two and ten I had twelve dogs, fifteen cats, nine rabbits, ten birds (eight being nursed because of cat attacks), one lizard, and 105 goldfish.
Pops say I’m just like his twin brother, Uncle Jack, about animals. It’s just not home without something furry or scaly or feathered around. I’m just like Uncle Jack, who’s been everywhere in the world and who I only know through letters and the Western Union. . . .
May 8
Marley Marley,
Hey, Angel! How’s it going in Heaven?
If that last hat that I sent you doesn’t fit, make your melon-headed old man stretch it out for you.
Aren’t you a little young for real big hair? Although I was about your age when I wore my first Afro. Didn’t they come back in style for a minute?
Kansas is beautiful. Western Kansas is even better than the rest. Last night I slept on top of my truck. Boy did, too. His tail wagged all night long. We could see the world that night.
Ever seen a prairie dog, Angel? They’re quick, and Boy got pretty content just sitting around listening to them at night on top of the truck.
Did you know Kansas has incredible sunflowers? I’m thinking about hanging around until they all start to bloom.
Can you see them, Angel?
Hundreds of thousands of them waving in the fields.
Can you see them, Angel?
They’re tall and languid. Tall and graceful. They’re yellow because they swallow up the sun and brown in the middle–almost burnt from eating up all the rays.
Sunflowers all around . . .
Plant these seeds in a place Boy might like to take a nap under.
Your uncle Jack (in Kansas)
and Boy
Uncle Jack hasn’t seen me since I was born. He was in Ohio a few years ago. He said nobody was home for two days. Butchy figures that was the weekend Momma and Pops dragged us to Cleveland to the museums, fireworks, and a rib burn-off.
That was also the weekend Butchy fell off a pier into Lake Erie after visiting the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He was playing air guitar and had us all falling on the ground laughing. We got hysterical when he disappeared over the pier until we looked down into the water and saw that Butchy was still playing. He swam to the beach and kept on playing long after Mom had thrown a blanket around him.
Now that’s entertainment.
We’d stayed at a hotel downtown (I can’t remember the name of it) and had walked around the city most of the first day, counting people wearing Cleveland Indian T-shirts.
We’d even run into a couple of people from Heaven. They were eating ribs at the burn-off in The