by Shelby Hiatt

  • Format: eBook
  • ISBN-13/ EAN: 9780547414980
  • ISBN-10: 0547414986
  • Pages: 256
  • Publication Date: 09/28/2009
  • Carton Quantity: 1
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    I lie in bed and study the shadows on my ceiling, leafy and stretched oblong, not so different from the ones in Dayton. I try to work out what I feel about this new place, think I’ll never fall asleep. Then the scent of Mother’s Dayton soap in the sheets blurs me and I’m anesthetized into deep, dark Panama night.

    She is fifteen, ready for something— anything—to happen. What happens is Panama. The U.S. government has asked her father to help build the Canal. The whole family will go, be a part of this historical event. But Panama isn’t as she imagines. Americans live in the Zone, which has been designed to look and feel just like an American town. She wants more. She wants different. The fantasy is out there. She’ll find it.
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  • Excerpts
    The Isthmus


    1913. Panama. 3 p.m. A sweltering classroom.

    Mrs. Ewing’s Friday reminder: "Put your books away. Don’t leave anything on top of your desk." She claps to get our attention but it’s not necessary. We go through this every week. "Oil gangs coming tonight," she says.

    But the oil gangs won’t come inside tonight—they’re for standing water and mosquito larvae around the building. Mrs. Ewing has an idea the air absorbs trace amounts of oil that seep inside and cover everything with a film—we have to clear our desks.

    I shove everything in with my notebooks. I squeeze my pens and pencils together and jam them back, pay no attention to order or torn paper. I used to care about that kind of thing, no longer. I’ll soon be at the cabin and none of this matters.

    Minutes later the whole class, more than thirty of us, rides on the train that takes us home. Swift and efficient, the Canal Commission Railroad trundles beside the Cut, rocking, swaying, tunneling through sultry afternoon air toward Culebra. I keep a 2 dreamy eye on everything—the gorge outside and the hijinks in the passenger car.

    Alan carefully places his banana peel on the hat of a man sitting in front of us—Alan is the class comic. The man must be a tourist, because he wears a felt fedora with a brim and a crease in the top that perfectly cradles the banana peel. We stifle our laughter.

    The man never moves, only reads his Canal Record. The other passengers don’t notice, and in a few minutes he gets off at Barbacoas with the peel still in place. It’s truly comical. Chalk one up for Alan—a man carrying a newspaper and briefcase with a banana peel on his hat. The man passes our window, the peel at eye level, and we fold with laughter.

    Out on the platform people begin to notice. A kid points and his mother lowers his hand but she’s smiling, and other heads turn and there are sniggers. The man grows uncomfortable and confused. Inside the train we’re howling. We’ve cut loose, although my version of cutting loose is a languid, bemused look that I float out from my remote world.

    The Barbacoas stop is short. The train pulls away and the man is still walking straight and stiff as though he’s in Cincinnati, wondering why people are staring.

    But this is not Cincinnati. This is the Canal Zone, and I’m enjoying this prank as much as the others. I’m part of the student mob and in two more stops I’ll be getting off. There’ll be no laughing at me. I’m one of them and insulated from their pranks, though it wouldn’t bother me if I weren’t. That’s because I’m insulated in my private world from everything and this is the stop 3 closest to the cabin where Federico lives. He’s waiting for me and we’ll spend two erotic hours together.

    Nobody knows about this, not even the students, or I’d be their reigning queen, something that might have mattered to me some time ago but not now. Federico’s waiting.

    While they are laughing at a man with a banana peel in his hat, I’m amused because I have a secret that is much more interesting than their juvenile caper.

    This is the best time of my life and these are the best kids I know, and in the flashing Panama sun I can’t imagine it will ever end.

  • Reviews

    "Hiatt’s impressive debut offers a new take on teen obsession, tempered in the exotic Panamanian jungle . . . The building of the Panama Canal, Federico’s background and even the Wright brothers form a wonderfully detailed backdrop that never overpowers the human story. Lovely."--Kirkus Reviews

    ". . . the political and technological facts add layers to the exciting drama . . . Both the romance and questions of social justice will grab teens."--Booklist

    "Teens who have experienced their own bittersweet breakups and suspect they’ll never quite recover from them will appreciate Hiatt’s respectful and empathetic portrayal."--Bulletin