书名：P.S. Be Eleven 
读者对象：8-12岁
作者：Rita Williams-Garcia
出版社名称：Amistad
出版时间：2015
语种：英文 
ISBN：9780061938641
商品尺寸：13 x 1.5 x 19.4 cm
包装：平装
页数：304

Gaither姐妹又要和读者们见面啦！继纽伯瑞银奖小说One Crazy Summer《疯狂的夏天》出版后，这对姐妹深受小读者的喜爱，其续集P.S. Be Eleven也将在万众期盼中开启一段新的旅程。在加利福尼亚的奥克兰度过了一个夏天后，一切似乎都发生了变化：爸爸有了一个新女友；Darnell叔叔从越南回来，但他已不再是原来大家所熟悉的样子；新老师也被换成了一个来自赞比亚的顽固先生……可即使要面对一系列令人措手不及的变化，有一件事情却始终没有改变，那就是：妈妈希望Delphine能够慢点长大，能够尽情享受11岁的那些珍贵时光……

The Gaither sisters are at it again! A sequel to the Newbery Honor BookOne Crazy Summer, this Coretta Scott King Award-winning novel will find a home in the hearts of readers who loved Brown Girl Dreaming and As Brave as You.
After spending the summer in Oakland, California, with their mother and the Black Panthers, Delphine, Vonetta, and Fern arrive home with a newfound streak of independence. That doesn’t sit well with Big Ma, who doesn’t like the way things are changing.
Neither does Delphine. Pa has a new girlfriend. Uncle Darnell comes home from Vietnam, but he’s not the same. And her new sixth-grade teacher isn’t the fun, stylish Miss Honeywell—it’s Mr. Mwila, a stern exchange teacher from Zambia.
But the one thing that doesn’t change during this turbulent year is the advice that Delphine receives from her mother, who reminds her not to grow up too fast. To be eleven while she can.

Review
“This thoughtful story, told with humor and heart, rings with the rhythms and the dilemmas of the ‘60s through characters real enough to touch.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Funny, wise, poignant, and thought-provoking, this will leave readers wanting more about Delphine and her sisters.”  —Horn Book (starred review)

“... the Gaither sisters are an irresistible trio. Williams-Garcia excels at conveying defining moments of American society from their point of view—this is historical fiction that’s as full of heart as it is of heartbreak.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“P.S. Be Eleven is a must-read for fans of the first book, but it can also stand alone as an engrossing novel that will leave readers pondering important issues of race, gender, and identity.” —School Library Journal (starred review)

Rita Williams-Garcia’s Newbery Honor-winning novel,One Crazy Summer, was a winner of the Coretta Scott King Award, a National Book Award finalist, the recipient of the Scott O’Dell Award for Historical Fiction, and aNew York Times bestseller. The sequel,P.S. Be Eleven, was also a Coretta Scott King Award winner and an ALA Notable Children’s Book for Middle Readers. She is also the author of six distinguished novels for young adults: Jumped, a National Book Award finalist;No Laughter Here,Every Time a Rainbow Dies (a Publishers Weekly Best Children’s Book), andFast Talk on a Slow Track(all ALA Best Books for Young Adults);Blue Tights; andLike Sisters on the Homefront, a Coretta Scott King Honor Book. Rita Williams-Garcia lives in Jamaica, New York, is on the faculty at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in the Writing for Children & Young Adults Program, and has two adult daughters, Stephanie and Michelle, and a son-in-law, Adam.

You’d think that after flying six-odd hours from NewYork to Oakland, then flying six-odd hours back, Vonetta, Fern, and I would be world-class travelers, and those bumps and dips would be nothing.
The 727 still shook, rattled, and rolled from cloud to cloud with no sign of letting up, and we were headed into a storm as we approached New York. The captain said that good old storm was just the thing we needed to cool off the sticky August air waiting to greet us on the ground.
The last thing my sisters and I needed was lightning bolts seeking out plane metal. I kept the fact about lightning’s love of big metal objectsto myself. Noneed scaring my sisters with what I knew. They were scared enough.
We had made the best of our flight. For nearly six hours up in the clouds, we couldn’t stop talking about meeting our mother, going to the People’s Center, and getting to know SisterMukumbu, Sister Pat, and even Crazy Kelvin. We went on and oil about Fern and (he Black Panthers at the FreeHuey rally. We chanted our mother Cecile’s poem—softly, we thought—until the short brunette stewardess came over and cleared her throat. We got the message and stopped softly accusing the world of kidnapping Mother Africa’s children.
When we wore out those memories, we went on about the Ankton sisters and their swinging dresses, and about meeting Mean LadyMing for the first time and being afraid of her. Then we talked about our San Francisco excursion, and eating all those dumplings and fortune cookies, and how the police wok our mother away in their black-and-white squad car. But then we’d end up yapping about me riding down that big old hill on Hirohito’s go-kart From there I’d take my fair share of teasing about Hirohito Woods. Then I’d drift off into puffy clouds, thinking a boy liked me, let me ride his go-kart, and promised to be my pen pal.
You’d think we’d save our summer adventures for later, since we’d have to retell them to Pa and Big Ma, but we couldn’t stop laughing, remembering, and coming up with plans to get our stories straight. We couldn’t tell it all. If we did, we’d need be sent west to see our mother again.