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Mira T. Lee - Everything Here Is Beautiful

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A tender but unflinching portrayal of the bond between two sisters.Celeste Ng, New York Times bestselling author of Little Fires Everywhere
Theres not a false note to be found, and everywhere there are nuggets to savor. Why did it have to end? --O Magazine
A bold debut. . . Lee sensitively relays experiences of immigration and mental illness, . . . a distinct literary voice. Entertainment Weekly
Extraordinary. . . If you love anyone at all, this book is going to get you. USA Today
A dazzling novel of two sisters and their emotional journey through love, loyalty, and heartbreak

Two Chinese-American sistersMiranda, the older, responsible one, always her younger sisters protector; Lucia, the headstrong, unpredictable one, whose impulses are huge and, often, life changing. When Lucia starts hearing voices, it is Miranda who must find a way to reach her sister. Lucia impetuously plows ahead, but the bitter constant is that she is, in fact, mentally ill. Lucia lives life on a grand scale, until, inevitably, she crashes to earth.
Miranda leaves her own self-contained life in Switzerland to rescue her sister againbut only Lucia can decide whether she wants to be saved. The bonds of sisterly devotion stretch across oceansbut what does it take to break them?
Everything Here Is Beautiful is, at its heart, an immigrant story, and a young womans quest to find fulfillment and a life unconstrained by her illness. But its also an unforgettable, gut-wrenching story of the sacrifices we make to truly love someoneand when loyalty to ones self must prevail over all.

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A Pamela Dorman Book / Viking

Copyright 2018 by Mira T. Lee

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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLIC ATION DATA

Names: Lee, Mira T., 1970 author.

Title: Everything here is beautiful / Mira T. Lee.

Description: New York : Pamela Dorman Books, 2018.

Identifiers: LCCN 2017025306 (print) | LCCN 2017037970 (ebook) | ISBN 9780735221987 (ebook) | ISBN 9780735221963 (hardback) | ISBN 9780525558231 (export)

Subjects: LCSH: SistersFiction. | Mentally illFamily

relationshipsFiction. | Life change eventsFiction. | Psychological

fiction. | Domestic fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Contemporary Women. | FICTION / Literary.

Classification: LCC PS3612.E3465 (ebook) | LCC PS3612.E3465 E82 2018 (print) | DDC 813/.6dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017025306

This is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents, dialogue, and plot are the products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, companies, or events is purely coincidental.

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Empathy: because the commonality among human beings is emotion, and the only way we can bridge our vast discrepancies in experience is through what we feel. Let us be humbled in the knowledge that one may never fully understand the interior lives of othersbut let us continue to care.

Prologue

A summer day in New Jersey. A house with a yard. The younger one, four, likes to fold her body over the seat of her swing, observe the world from upside down. She circles her feet, twists the pair of steel ropes until theyre all the way wound. She kicks up her legs. The swing spins. She likes the sensation of dizziness.

The older one, eleven, in the kitchen, chops ginger and scallions, puts on the rice. Sets out a small plate of pickled radishes.

It is early morning. Their mother is still asleep. On Mondays and Thursdays she attends night classes at the local college. On Fridays she works at the accounting office until late. One more year, she has said, though she has promised this before. She has come a long way since her husband died and she was forced to come alone to America. The mother will soon sit for another actuarial exam. An excellent profession, she tells the girls with pride. They know only that it involves a lot of math.

The older one sits at the kitchen table. Opens her tin pan of watercolors, paints with quick, smooth strokes. She will try a still life today, that bowl of peaches, or a vase of Shasta daisies fresh-picked from the garden. She likes the feeling of focus. When the rest of the world falls away.

Jie! Come look! her sister calls from outside.

The older one doesnt look up.

Come here, I found something!

She sets down her brush, heads out to the yard. The screen door slams shut behind her.

Can you see it, Jie? There.

In the corner, by the fence. Wet grass tickles her feet. The younger one points to something in the low branches of the dogwood tree.

Its a spiderweb, Mei-mei. See how its threads stretch from this branch to that one?

It is their first summer in New Jersey. Their first house with a yard. Before, they lived in Third Uncles basement, in Tennessee.

The younger ones eyes, wide.

Dont worry, Mei. You dont have to be scared. Spiders wont hurt you. They catch flies and mosquitoes and all kinds of other insects. See the web? The spider spins it with a silk from its body. Its sticky. The bug gets caught in those strands and the spider eats it. It sucks out the blood.

The younger one nods, ponders this information. The older one turns to go back inside.

But...

The older one, impatient, though she isnt sure why. What, Mei?

Her sister is pointing to the web again. It shimmers in the sun. Catches the morning light.

Look, Jie. See? Its beautiful.

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Miranda

Lucia said she was going to marry a one-armed Russian Jew. It came as a shock, this news, as I had met him only once before, briefly, when I was in town for a meeting with a pair of squat but handsome attorneys. His name was Yonah. He owned a health food store in the East Village, down the street from a tattoo parlor, across from City Video, next door to a Polish diner, beneath three floors of apartments that Lucia said he rented out to the yuppies who would soon take over the neighborhood. He had offered me tea, and I took peppermint green, and he scurried around, mashing Swiss chard and kale in a loud, industrial blender, barking orders to his nephews, or maybe they were second or third cousins (I never knew, there were so many), because they were sluggish in their work of unloading organic produce off the delivery trucks. He yelled often. I thought, This Yonah is quite a rough man.

He dusted the wine, mopped the floor, restocked packages of dried figs and goji berries and ginseng snacks on the shelves. He was industrious, I could see, intent on making his fortune as immigrants do. Lucia said he played chess. Id never known my sister to play chess, though she was always excellent at puzzles as a child. Yonah didnt seem to me the kind to play chess either, nor to drink sulfite-free organic wine or eat goji berries. But as they say, love is strange. And I wouldnt begrudge my sister love, nor any stranger, not even one who smoked, and was the kind of man who looked disheveled even fresh after a shower, and would leave his camo briefs lying around on the bathroom floor. I admit I was disturbed, creeped out, by his prosthetic arm, which he wore sometimes, though more often Id find it sitting by itself in a chair.

Lucia brought him to visit our mother, who was dying. Our mother was tilted back in a green suede recliner, wrapped in cotton blankets, watching the Three Tenors video wed given her the previous year. She took a long look at this manhis workingmans shoulders, his dark-stubbled jaw, his wide, flat nose. Her Yoni had the essence of a duck, Lucia said (endearingly), or maybe a platypus, though shed never seen one up close. My sister liked to discern peoples animal and vegetable essences. In fact, she was usually right.

Our mother winced as her gaze settled upon his left arm, a pale, peachy shade that did not match the rest of him. What happened to your arm? she said.

An accident, when I was twenty-one. He said it quietly, but without any shame.

In Soviet Union?

In Israel. I moved there when I was teenager.

You are divorced, she said, and I tried to read his thoughts in the fluttering of his blue-gray eyes. I wondered if Lucia had warned him that our mother was like that. I wondered what had been shared, what omitted, when the two of them exchanged stories over chess, over wine. I wished to say to this man:

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