Indentured labour is an integral part of the history of colonial expansion. It's often treated as an aside, a side-effect of the abolition of slavery, admittedly an evil but a lesser one. Yet this little known history reverberates through time, affecting generations after the actual events of indenture and the lives spent in servitude.

In Go-Between Girl: My Indentured Roots as Reclaimed Present, Andrea Gunraj explores the impact of her family history on her own actions and reactions, and on her sense of self. I’d never seen this history addressed anywhere so I was happy to find this book in my public library.

Fight Song is the story of a girl with voice and spunk.

“My name is Nokes Lasley. Nokes is short for Nópika, a name no one called me—its pronunciation isn't obvious, and it doesn't rhyme with any insulting words. Also, I didn't tell people my real name. Dad once told me Nópika was the name of a famous woman warrior who fought alongside the men of her tribe.”

Nokes is tall—six-foot-two, at the age of fifteen, on account of “a pituitary gland thing.” She describes her mother as “a mix of Native American and First Nations descent, but she died when I was five. Dad, on the other hand, was about as white as the driven snow and he wanted me to be too, so he made sure I had nothing to do with Mom's side of the family.”

Nokes plays hockey and she’s all set to be a superstar when her life is upended by her father’s arrest for murder. Escaping from a series of unbearable homes she’s placed in through the foster care system in Ontario, she crosses the border and manages to make her way to Minnesota. Starving and in stinking clothes, she’s in search of a friend of her dad’s who’s always sent her birthday cards. There’s optimism for you, and youthful determination, and a kind of fiery humour that flares up when she needs it most. And the girl can lie, which is what she decides to do. Height and skills on her side, she’s set to play hockey and build a new life. Only the past won’t leave her alone. It’s a coming-of-age story that refuses to look away from difficult issues, while playing out against the thrill and intensity of life on the ice.

I invited Kirk Van Brunt to write about the making of this book. I am an impulsive, disorganized, messy writer. I feel my way through drafts and sometimes I give up too soon. Kirk’s essay warmed my writing heart.

Florence Fortescue is an aspiring journalist. She’s also ten years old, that marvellous age of awareness when a kid lands at last in the double digits and the world is opening up but there are those pesky adults trying to hold you back in your bid to make a trail, strike a note, make a mark all your own. She’s also wonderfully bossy, with a dizzying faith in her own competence combined with solid reliance on plain old good luck.

Florence’s parents have insisted on moving her to the country and her best friend has been left behind and if that isn’t bad enough, there are ghosts.

Adi Rule is a VCFA graduate from the program where I taught for sixteen years and this is her new middle grade we’re talking about, Ghosts Chickens: Omelet From the Other Side. It’s peopled with eccentrics of all ages and species. Songwriter Dad collects glass owls. Mom designs submarines. The ghost chickens appear after Florence eats a weirdly glowing green egg.

But I get ahead of myself. Back up a minute. The book starts here:

WARNING

If you ever find a mysterious, glowing egg

beneath the rotten floorboards

of an abandoned chicken coop

in the dead of night,

do not touch it.

I asked Adi to write about an element of this joyfully weird little book that helped bring the story to life for her.

Riding the Trail: Cherokees Remember the Removal by Traci Sorell and Will Chavez is a tribute to history and the present, at once honoring ancestral tragedy and present-day community. When a Cherokee Nation biking team gathers to replicate a ride that took place in 1984, retracing one of the routes of the Cherokee forced removal of 1838-39, it’s a journey that unlocks the past in body and soul and spirit.

Traci Sorell, I’m so delighted to e-chat with you about this vibrant book, packed with information and illustrated with maps, original documents, art, and photographs.

Yamile Saied Mendez is an American writer, a VCFA alum, and the author of The Beautiful Game, Furia and the powerful, moving ode to the power of music, Hear Ye Mortals. But I have long wanted to talk to her about another way of writing, in another set of books she has worked to bring into the world—the small, vibrant form of the picture book. Here’s our conversation, that has emerged from a series of emails traded, dates set and reset, and complicated travel schedules navigated. Welcome, Yamile!

1984 and Animal Farm may be the most obvious Orwell picks these days. Me, I’m reading Why I Write, a little Penguin compilation of four essays:

The titular “Why I Write” begins:

“From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about 17 and 24 I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.”

A writing group is more than the sum of everyone in it. You share manuscripts at various stages of progress. Some fall by the wayside, others make it to completion. You celebrate successes and commiserate over the inevitable disappointments. You get to know one another and develop shorthands of communication that no one else understands. And every once in a while, you get to witness a story idea that the writer knows has arrived as a gift in her life and you are lucky that you are going to run alongside as she develops it.

Here’s one of those projects: Books Up the Mountain, a picture book by my friend and colleague Caroline Starr Rose, illustrated by Gabrielle Grimard. And here’s Caroline, e-chatting with me about the book.

An attempted murder at a large, noisy, unwieldy Indian American family reunion in New Jersey forms the inciting incident in Dinesh Thiru’s YA comedy-mystery, or maybe it’s a mystery-comedy—My Killer Family Reunion. When a rich and cantankerous woman like Grand Mom gets knocked down by a car, what’s not to be suspicious about? Because wasn’t she really knocked down by her nephew in order to get her out of the way of said speeding car, and if that’s the case, why did he have to push her down so hard that she suffered a severe concussion?