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R. M. Romero - The Ghosts of Rose Hill

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A must-read for lost souls everywhere. Kirkus Reviews, Starred Review
With spellbinding verse prose, R.M. Romero channels the spirit of myth into a brilliantly original tale, inspired by her experiences restoring Jewish cemeteries in Eastern Europe.

Magic will burn you up.
Sent to stay with her aunt in Prague and witness the humble life of an artist, Ilana Lopeza biracial Jewish girlfinds herself torn between her dream of becoming a violinist and her immigrant parents desire for her to pursue a more stable career.
When she discovers a forgotten Jewish cemetery behind her aunts cottage, she meets the ghost of a kindhearted boy named Benjamin, who died over a century ago. As Ilana restores Benjamins grave, he introduces her to the enchanted side of Prague, where ghosts walk the streets and their kisses have warmth.
But Benjamin isnt the only one interested in Ilana. Rudolph Wassermann, a man with no shadow, has become fascinated with her and the music she plays. He offers to share his magic, so Ilana can be with Benjamin and pursue her passion for violin. But after Ilana discovers the truth about Wassermann and how Benjamin became bound to the city, she resolves to save the boy she loves, even if it means losing himforever.
A love letter to Latin American and Jewish diasporas, based on the authors experiences working to maintain Jewish cemeteries in Eastern Europe. The Ghosts of Rose Hill is a tender and empowering read that you will devour in one sitting. Steeped in history and the experiences of immigrant families, especially Jewish families, each carefully-chosen word of this magical verse novel casts a spell. A Summer 2022 Indie Next Pick!

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For Jacob and Miriam who led me out of the woods R M R Published by - photo 1
For Jacob and Miriam, who led me out of the woods R. M. R. Published by Peachtree Teen An imprint of PEACHTREE PUBLISHING COMPANY INC - photo 2 Published by Peachtree Teen An imprint of PEACHTREE PUBLISHING COMPANY INC. 1700 Chattahoochee Avenue Atlanta, Georgia 30318-2112 PeachtreeBooks.com Text 2022 by R. M.

Romero Cover and interior illustrations 2022 by Isabel Ibaez All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any meanselectronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any otherexcept for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher. Edited by Ashley Hearn Design and composition by Adela Pons Cover design by Isabel Ibaez ISBN9781682633380 Ebook ISBN9781682634462 Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available from the Library of Congress. a_prh_6.0_139973752_c1_r1

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Chapter One The city I was born in embraces each person who steps off the - photo 5
Chapter One
The city I was born in embraces each person who steps off the mainland and onto the island known as Miami Beach. It understands we have nowhere else to go.

A dozen countries converge here; languages tangle like bright ribbons in the humid air. Nearly everyone on the island is an expat, a survivor of a tragedy that swallowed their family and nation whole. So the last thing I expected was to be exiled by my own parents. When my grades in math and science slipped last semester, when my PSAT score was less than ideal, my parents blamed: my best friends, Sarah and Martina, the parties I sometimes went to, my obsession with playing the violin. They even asked if I was sneaking around with a boy. I swore I wasnt; they didnt believe me.

Dad scowled as he looked over my report card; Mom raised her voice like a fist as she lectured me. I almost named you Marisol,because the sea gave me freedomthe freedom to doand say whatever I like.I studied hard; la pluma no pesa the pen has no weight.You must do the same.Do not wastewhat the sea and Ihave given you! Im glad she didnt name me after the ocean its much too powerful. Im just a girl who dreams about magic and cant wrap her mind around algebraic equations.

Chapter Two My mothers family Lopez came from Cuba Lopez means son of - photo 6
Chapter Two
My mothers family, Lopez, came from Cuba. Lopez means: son of Lope, son of wolf. But its the Lopez women who have always howled the loudest.

They had to be fierce and stubborn to survive. My great-grandmothers (may their memories be a blessing) mastered the art of escape seven generations before my mother. They fled the pyres (the flames fueled by hatred) devouring the street corners, synagogues, cemeteries of Spain, crossing the ocean with their faith and Shabbat candlesticks tucked under their skirts. I wonder if they understood their ancestors would leave Cuba with its sunset-colored buildings and blue skies as soft as whispers the same way. When Castro (and his communists) rose to power, he waved his cigar like a magic wand. Whenever he did, poets and gossips, friends and neighbors disappeared, taken by men who prowled through the night.

Mom understood what happened to those who vanished, how their bones were planted in fields of rice and sugarcane. Not wanting to be among them (and knowing one day she might be) Mom fled her island, letting the water carry her and her little fishing boat away to a new life with nothing but the dress she wore to her name. Like a queen of Narnia who couldnt go back through the wardrobe, Mom knows shell never return to Cuba again. Shell be in exile forever. My parents decide theyll be sending me to live with my aunt ofie in Prague the golden city of a hundred towers and a thousand stories for the summer. They think if Im away from Miami (and all its distractions) Ill study more seriously for the college admissions exams looming in my future.

The bargain is this: in the fall, I must earn 1300 (or above) on the SAT. Mom and Dad see that score as a silver key; it will grant me access to the best colleges, the largest scholarships, the brightest future. But if my score is any lower, there will be no more music lessons or weekend outings until it improves. At first, my father raged like a September storm at the idea of banishing me to the city he grew up in. He told my mother: ofie lives her lifeon top of bones!The communists are gone,but what they did withtheir tanks,their lies and laws,their secret policecant be erased.I havent been backin almost thirty years.Ill never go back again. Mom said: You and Ididnt survivedictators of flesh and bloodso we could livein fear of ghosts.And youre luckyyour daughter can visitthe place you were bornand be safe. She won the argument by virtue of being right. (She usually does.) June, July, and August lie ahead, three months without my friends or my violin.

Im being separated from everyone, everything, supposedly leading me down the wrong path in life. I tell myself: my friendships will survive a single summer away. Sarah, Martina, and I can still talk every day. But how will I live without my music?

Chapter Three The night before I leave I meet Sarah and Martina at the bus - photo 7
Chapter Three
The night before I leave, I meet Sarah and Martina at the bus stop to say goodbye. Their parents send them to the New World School of the Arts, where they study cello, opera, how to transform strings of notes on a page into tales about: swan girls, queens of night, and wolves with wild intentions. I begged Mom and Dad to let me attend the same high school.

I wanted nothing more than to study music, play violin, be with my friends. But they refused. Music, my parents said, wont put food on the table. Music, they said, wont give me the kind of life they so desperately want for me. They believe we can hold safety and security in our hands, building it one degree, one car, one house at a time. My friends and I flee the packs of tourists drinking up the neon glow of Ocean Drive and race down to the beach. My friends and I flee the packs of tourists drinking up the neon glow of Ocean Drive and race down to the beach.

But by the time we reach the water, Im already outside their conversation. Sarah and Martina will spend their sixteenth summers here in Miami Beach, chasing songs and kisses, making memories steeped in wondrous colors. But I wont share any of their adventures. Ill only see them captured in pictures and videos, with an ocean between us. I wade into the waves as my friends chatter away. (Again.)

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