Sisterland

Review by Booklist Review

An endless snow has descended upon Alice's world, so when she sees a dragonfly, she follows it into another world called Sisterland, where it's always summer and where she discovers that a witch is the cause of her world's plight. Alice finds a new friend in Marissa, and together they learn of a prophecy predicting that only they can save their homeworld. As the two girls travel from endless winter into a magical garden full of secrets, Simukka (As Red as Blood trilogy) draws on inspirations such as Alice in Wonderland, The Secret Garden, and The Snow Queen in bringing her own world to life. Adventure finds Alice in the form of several quirky characters, including talking animals and dragons reminiscent of beloved Alice characters in the way they twist their words. Ultimately, friendship forms the heart of this story, with Alice discovering newfound strength through her bond with Marissa and their journey full of courage, bravery, and heart. A humorous, delightfully sweet tale of magic and sisterhood.--Elizabeth Konkel Copyright 2019 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In epigraphs from classic fairy tales, Finnish author Simukka (As Red as Blood) acknowledges the influences for this modern story, which feels both fresh and timeless. Alice is 11 years old, an age that feels "like crawling under the rosebush where you'd always hidden as a child, but now suddenly the roses had grown thorns," and she longs for adventure and a best friend. She gets both when she follows a shapeshifting dragonfly from her snowy homeland to Sisterland, a realm of wind fairies, dragons, and Marissa, the human travel companion she's always wanted. The eerie beauty of Sisterland has an anesthetizing effect on the girls, but they sense their homes and families are in jeopardy. Their journey takes them to Queen Lili, whose statements about human suffering might be commentary on an exploitative global economy: "That's a small price to pay for Sisterland having an eternal summer.... I'm not going to allow the snow troubles of some distant world... concern me." But Simukka is primarily interested in the intensity of young female friendships and the ways in which they wax and wane. While a few readers may wish for longer pauses in this Odyssey-paced journey, most will delight in the wondrous details and flexible metaphors. Ages 8--12. (Dec.)

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 3--6--This fantasy adventure, translated from Finnish, is inspired by classics like Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Hans Christian Andersen's The Snow Queen. It's the story of Alice, who lives with her family in a place where snow is normal--but one year, the snow comes so early and with so much intensity that the 11-year-old starts to think something is wrong. One day, she spies a dragonfly, a creature seriously out of place, and follows it. Much like Alice in Wonderland, she ends up in a fantastical land of endless summer, with beautiful and unfamiliar creatures. She finds a girl named Marissa who, much like herself, seeks adventure. Alice and Marissa enjoy their time in Sisterland, but start forgetting their families and set out on a quest to find Queen Lili, who might be able to send them home. It turns out there is a prophecy about the two girls and the Queen. Magical creatures are discovered and a great battle ensues. There are overarching themes of friendship, including how to be a friend and the lengths people go to support each other. The enchanting writing contains rich descriptions and similes, and will be accessible to reluctant readers. This story is strongly centered in Western European culture; readers who don't have background knowledge of it may struggle to connect. VERDICT A good choice for lower middle grade collections seeking fantasy adventure stories with strong female friendships.--Debbie Tanner, S D Spady Montessori Elementary, FL

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Two lonely preteens meet in Sisterland, a beguiling world of wonders, and begin to forget their snowbound world and the families they left behind.Alice is following wolf tracks that have appeared from nowhere when she falls through the snow, losing consciousness and then awakening to a night sky sparkling with stars and five moons. The tracks belong to a shape-shifter who gives her a key to open the gate to the Garden of Secrets. Inside, she finds Marissa, a strange girl who's arrived the same way. It's always summer in this lush and forested garden, home to the inquisitive question flowers, wind fairies, dream weavers, singing rosesand it's constantly changing. Exploring its dreamlike wonders together, the girls grow close. As they lose track of time, they're occasionally troubledAlice especiallyby memories and dreams of the world and families they barely remember. Their idyll's interrupted when they're told the powerful queen ruling Sisterland is sending the snow that's overwhelmed their world and only the girls can save it. When their difficult quest leads to a tragic separation, the way forward is less clear. Well served by Witesman's supple translation from Finnish, Simukka incorporates elements from classic children's literature inventively. The enticing setting, quirky creatures, and humans (who default to white) are entertaining, but the passionate friendship is the story's heart, providing emotional heft.A girl-centered hero's journey, at once princess-free and enchanting. (Fantasy. 8-12) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Alice was just coming home from school when she saw a dragonfly flapping its shiny rainbow wings on a snowbank.   That's strange, thought Alice. A dragonfly? At this time of year, with all this snow? How on earth could it have survived since summer, and what will happen to it out here in the cold?   The winter had actually been quite strange. The first snowfall came in late September. That wasn't so peculiar--sometimes the first snow came early--but this time, it stuck, and that was odd. The first flakes left only a thin white dusting over the frozen earth, but then came more. And more. And more.   At first, people were excited. No dreary, slushy October, no depressing, dark November! The snow blew a layer of whipped cream over the entire landscape. Everything became white and beautiful, glittery and sparkly, shining and shimmery. The drifts grew and grew. First the children built snowmen and then snow families, and eventually entire tribes of snow creatures. The snow forts grew into castles and cities with streets and walls and moats. Some built labyrinths in the snow where you really could get lost and never again see anything but white walls of ice.   The schoolyard became an enormous winter adventure park with caves and tunnels and ice slides and snow mountains. Although the newspapers and television spoke with concern about the amount of snow and the cold, the truth was that everyone loved this extraordinary winter. In the beginning.   Alice was also excited. With her whole eleven-year-old heart, she longed for two things, and one of them was adventure. So this snowy-white world of wonder seemed like an answer to her wish. If this much snow could fall, then anything could happen!   However, by Christmas there was already so much snow that it was interfering with normal life. You could barely see out the first-floor windows of the apartment buildings. Homeowners had to work for hours every day to prevent their homes from disappearing. Keeping the roads open became so difficult in some outlying areas and smaller towns that some people had to be evacuated from isolated homes to places where there was less snow.   Some refused to leave. They began living as in days of yore, dusting off their skis and trekking miles and miles to the nearest store. The heavy snow began to break tree branches. Some trees fell from the weight of the snow and cut power lines. Train traffic was canceled entirely because keeping the rails free of snow became impossible. The closer it came to the end of the year, the fewer people sighed about how lovely it would be to have a proper white Christmas for once.   The snow was not a friend anymore. It had become an enemy to be fought or at least beaten back until a truce could be made. Everything slowed down; everything took more time. Dressing in layers in the morning took time; the difficulty of travel multiplied the time it took to get to school and work; and the ever-tightening grip of the cold was like a silent terror that slowly crept from the belly to the thoughts and then into people's dreams. Whenever you worked up the courage to go outside, all around lay a white, shining, ponderous silence.   The whole country just kept getting colder. The temperature dropped to twenty degrees below zero. What would happen if there wasn't enough electricity to heat all the homes? People were always cold, and the cold made them more and more nasty to each other. They smiled less and felt less. When they did laugh, their laughter was harder, more erratic, and colder. It was as if people were freezing from the inside out.   Alice also felt this coldness inside sometimes, and it made her shiver. Amid all the snow and cold, she found herself wishing more and more for the other thing she wanted most in life: a best friend. Even though she had a mom, a dad, a big sister, and nice schoolmates, she'd never had a real best friend. Maybe that was why Alice had had two imaginary friends for as long as she could remember: Mirror Alice and Shadow Alice. Mirror Alice was her reflection, and Shadow Alice was her shadow. She frequently talked to her friends in her mind, even though she knew they weren't real.   One day, Alice noticed that her shadow was gone. She couldn't find it anywhere. Now that she knew to pay attention, she realized that everyone's shadow had disappeared. Even though the sun shone between the storms, no one cast a shadow on the snow. Alice tried to tell her parents, but they just thought that everything was so white now that the shadows were hard to see. Alice thought that explanation was absurd, but she held her tongue.   So the winter was already strange in all sorts of ways, but a dragonfly at this time of year was the strangest of all. Alice pulled her phone out to search online for information about rare species of dragonflies that could live in the freezing cold.   Alice was good at searching for information and interested in everything around her. Sometimes she felt that adults weren't as observant as kids or as intent on understanding things. Being eleven wasn't easy because you were between being a child and a teenager, always either too big or too small. And everyone seemed to think that an eleven-year-old couldn't understand life or the world. They were wrong. Or they didn't remember what it was like to be eleven. Alice knew. It was like crawling under the rosebush where you'd always hidden as a child, but now suddenly the roses had grown thorns. Beautiful, enchanting, fragrant, and painfully prickly.   The internet didn't have anything to say about dragonflies that lived in the winter. Alice's fingers started to freeze, so she put her phone back in her pocket and pulled on her gloves. While she'd been staring at her phone, the dragonfly had disappeared. Of course. And she hadn't even thought to take a picture of it.   However, now Alice noticed something else odd: She could see dog tracks in the snow. What was strange was that they started out of nowhere. It was as if the dog had dropped from the sky and then started walking through the snow. Alice followed the tracks to the small forest that began where the backyard of her apartment building ended. It was already starting to get dark. The cold nipped at her cheeks with its sharp claws.   Suddenly Alice began to have second thoughts. There were no human tracks next to the dog's. So apparently it was loose. Although Alice wasn't particularly scared of dogs, she always thought strays were a little unpredictable. She slowed down. Was it smart to go into a forest where there might be a strange dog without an owner? Alice bent down to take a closer look at the tracks. They were unusually big. Instantly an image appeared in her head from a nature book she'd read many times. Then Alice knew: These were no dog's paw prints--these were wolf tracks!   A large wolf, which was somewhere out there in the shadows of the forest, waiting for her.   Alice stopped. She took a step backward. And then it happened.     Excerpted from Sisterland by Salla Simukka All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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