• Complain

Jung Yun - Shelter

Here you can read online Jung Yun - Shelter full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. year: 2016, publisher: Picador, genre: Prose. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:

Romance novel Science fiction Adventure Detective Science History Home and family Prose Art Politics Computer Non-fiction Religion Business Children Humor

Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.

Jung Yun Shelter
  • Book:
    Shelter
  • Author:
  • Publisher:
    Picador
  • Genre:
  • Year:
    2016
  • ISBN:
    9781250075642
  • Rating:
    4 / 5
  • Favourites:
    Add to favourites
  • Your mark:
    • 80
    • 1
    • 2
    • 3
    • 4
    • 5

Shelter: summary, description and annotation

We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "Shelter" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.

Why should a man care for his parents when they failed to take care of him as a child? One of Most Anticipated Books of the Year (Selected by Edan Lepucki) Kyung Cho is a young father burdened by a house he cant afford. For years, he and his wife, Gillian, have lived beyond their means. Now their debts and bad decisions are catching up with them, and Kyung is anxious for his familys future. A few miles away, his parents, Jin and Mae, live in the towns most exclusive neighborhood, surrounded by the material comforts that Kyung desires for his wife and son. Growing up, they gave him every possible advantage private tutors, expensive hobbies but they never showed him kindness. Kyung can hardly bear to see them now, much less ask for their help. Yet when an act of violence leaves Jin and Mae unable to live on their own, the dynamic suddenly changes, and hes compelled to take them in. For the first time in years, the Chos find themselves living under the same roof. Tensions quickly mount as Kyungs proximity to his parents forces old feelings of guilt and anger to the surface, along with a terrible and persistent question: how can he ever be a good husband, father, and son when he never knew affection as a child? As veers swiftly toward its startling conclusion, Jung Yun leads us through dark and violent territory, where, unexpectedly, the Chos discover hope. is a masterfully crafted debut novel that asks what it means to provide for ones family and, in answer, delivers a story as riveting as it is profound.

Jung Yun: author's other books


Who wrote Shelter? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.

Shelter — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "Shelter" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Jung Yun

Shelter

To my husband, Joel, who changed everything

No man steps in the same river twice,

for it is not the same river,

and he is not the same man.

HERACLITUS

PART ONE. DAWN

ONE

The boy is standing in the doorway again. Hes smiling, which hardly seems right. A smile means hes not sick. He didnt have a bad dream. He didnt wet the bed. None of the things he usually says when he enters the room uninvited. Kyung nudges his wife, who turns over with a grunt, face-first into her pillow. He sighs and sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Whats wrong? he asks. Whats the matter?

Ethan, still smiling, takes a step forward, holding a remote control in his outstretched palm. Battery, he says, pronouncing the word buttery.

You want batteries now?

He nods. To watch cartoons.

The curtains in the bedroom are open. The sky outside, a pale silvery blue. Its early still. Too early to be thinking about batteries, but Kyung resists the urge to say so out loud. At this hour, he doesnt trust himself to do it nicely. He kicks off the sheets, grazing Gillians leg as he gets out of bed.

Five minutes, she says. Ill be up in five.

The night-lights flicker as they make their way downstairs, past floorboards that creak and sigh under their weight. Kyung finds a dusty package of batteries that he doesnt remember buying. He swaps out the old for the new and hands the remote back to Ethan.

You want some breakfast now?

Ethan climbs onto the sofa and turns on the TV. Okay, he says, flipping from one channel to the next.

The boy always agrees to eat and then doesnt. If given the choice, hed probably subsist on a diet of grapes, popcorn, and cheese. The kitchen is down to the dregs of the weeks groceries. A spotted brown banana. A cup of cereal dust. Half a cup of almost-expired milk. Not much to work with, but enough. Kyung slices the banana into the cereal with the edge of a spoon, making a face with the pieces because Ethan is more likely to eat something when it smiles. As he tosses the peel into the trash, he notices the calendar pinned to the wall. Theres a circle around todays date. Inside the thick red ring is a single word that disappoints him. Gertie. Weekends are best when theres nothing to do and no one to see. A visit from Gertie is the exact opposite of nothing.

Did your mom mention someone was coming over today? he asks, depositing the bowl of cereal in Ethans lap.

She said I have to clean my room.

I need to go talk to her for a minute. Will you be okay here by yourself?

Dad, shhhhh. Ethan points at the screen as a bright blue train speeds past. Im missing Thomas.

Upstairs, Gillian is making the bed. The realtor is coming at ten, she says, confirming what he hoped wasnt true. He wishes shed mentioned this the night before, but he knows why she didnt. Selling the house is her idea, not his. Kyung glances at the ornate paisley comforter, the expertly arranged pillows and bolsters, piled high like a soft hill. He wants to climb back into them, to pull the sheets over his head and wake up to a day that isnt this one.

Im not canceling again, she says.

I didnt ask you to.

But I can see it on your face.

What she actually sees is surprise surprise that Gertie would agree to another meeting with them. At his insistence, Gillian canceled their last three. It was dishonest of her to plan it this way, but he realizes he gave her no choice.

Come on, she says, taking his hand. We have a lot to do before she gets here.

They eat their breakfast standing up a stack of dry toast on a paper towel. Kyung searches for something to moisten the stale bread, but finds only a thin pat of butter, flecked with crumbs, and a jar of crystallized honey. He misses the pancakes and omelets that Gillian used to make before Ethan was born, the lazy meals they shared after waking up at noon. These days, breakfast is what they consume in large, distracted bites while attending to other things. Gillian is leaning over the counter, reading him the to-do list on her computer. Sweep floors, clean up laundry room, vacuum carpets, take out trash. It seems odd to go through so much trouble for a realtor, he thinks, someone theyre paying for a service. Gertie Trudeau is supposedly the best in town. She should be able to price the house whether they do these things or not.

What about the garbage disposal? he asks.

What do you mean?

Dont you think I should fix it?

Well just tell her the sinks clogged. Its more important for everything to look clean.

I think Ill try to fix it, he says, because trying is his only means of protest.

Gillian puts on her shoes and opens the door to the garage. Fine, she says, in a tone that suggests just the opposite. I guess Ill start with the trash, then.

Kyung has never fixed a garbage disposal before. He has only a vague idea of how it works blades, motor, plumbing, pipes. Hes not handy like some of the other men in the neighborhood, the ones with toolboxes as big as furniture, always borrowing and lending the contents as if they were books. Kyung isnt friendly enough with any of them to ask for help, although he sometimes wishes he could. The sink is half-full with foul gray dishwater it has been for days. Hes not sure what to do about it except plunge his hand into the murk. An inch shy of elbow-deep, he finally touches the bottom. Theres a thick layer of grease in the chamber, solid like wax.

Well, no wonder its clogged, he shouts.

From the garage, a muffled What?

I said no wonder its clogged.

Gillian doesnt respond. Hes about to remind her that cooking oil settles in the blades, but his wife is a selective listener. If she didnt hear him the first time, shes not likely to hear him now. He loosens the edge of something with his fingertips and removes a jagged shard of congealed fat. The air suddenly smells like rotten meat, the remains of a thousand family dinners. He feels an urge to gag that he traps with his fist and then a tug on the hem of his shirt.

What are you doing?

Ethan is standing behind him, still dressed in his pajamas. Around his waist is a tool belt with multicolored loops, most of which are empty. From the original set, the only pieces that remain are a bright yellow hammer and a miniature tape measure.

Im trying to fix the garbage disposal.

Whats wrong with it?

Things just break sometimes. Have you cleaned your room yet?

I can fix it with you. Ethan gets up on his tiptoes and bangs away on the chipped Formica.

Kyung pinches the bridge of his nose, massaging the dull rings of pain around his eyes. Every time the cheap plastic hammer hits the counter, he feels a little worse. Stop, he says, placing his wet hand over Ethans. Please stop.

Although he barely raised his voice, Ethans lower lip starts to tremble and his crusty brown eyes well with tears. Kyung doesnt understand why his son is like this, so quick to cry. Hes not the source of it, and Gillian, who comes from a family of policemen, hasnt cried once in the half decade hes known her.

Its okay, he says quietly. But it only takes one person to fix a garbage disposal. Maybe theres something upstairs that you can fix? Or outside, with Mom?

Kyung watches carefully, waiting for the threat of tears to pass. Hes grateful when Ethan slips the hammer back into its loop and runs off to his room. The banging resumes almost immediately, still annoying and persistent, but less so with distance. He turns his attention back to the sink, throwing lumps of grease in the trash until the pileup resembles a tumor, opaque and misshapen and thick like jelly. After scraping the chamber clean, he runs hot water from the tap, hoping to see some improvement, but the water level doesnt drop. Instead, the surface shimmers with a slick, oily residue in which he catches his reflection. He looks disappointed, as he often does on weekends when a minor household task unravels into something that resembles work. He imagines the rest of his day wasted on this project driving to the hardware store for a new tool, disassembling things that he shouldnt, searching the Internet for a clue. Nothing in his house works anymore, which is part of the problem.

Next page
Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «Shelter»

Look at similar books to Shelter. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.


Reviews about «Shelter»

Discussion, reviews of the book Shelter and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.