Shelley Tanaka
Shelley Tanaka is an award-winning author, translator and editor. She has written more than twenty books for children and young adults, winning the Orbis Pictus Award, the Mr. Christie’s Book Award, the Science in Society Book Award and the Information Book Award, and she has twice been nominated for the Deutsche Jugendliteraturpreis. Other honors include Texas Blue Bonnet runner-up, School Library Journal Best Books, ALA Notables and IRA Young Adults’ Choice. Her translation of Michel Noel’s Good for Nothing won the Geoffrey Bilson Award for Historical Fiction for Young People and was on the IBBY Honor List (Commended). Shelley teaches at Vermont College of Fine Arts, in the MFA Program in Writing for Children and Young Adults. She lives in Kingston, Ontario.


Cher Journal : Terre d'accueil, terre d'espoir




Dear Canada: Hoping for Home

Excerpts from Hoping for Home
Ever since we left England, I've had to nod and smile and tell everyone we meet how much I like Canada. I don't! Yes, the people have been immensely friendly, but the land is too vast and wild. I miss Devon's green fields and hedges, our neat villages and small shops. Canada frightens me.When Jane showed me the letters she wouldn't let me cry. She told me I must try to be brave. I am so, so tired of hearing those worlds.— "Marooned in Canada", by Kit Pearson
This place is a prison. Ba views me as a toddler. When I go pump water, I return quickly, before he comes looking for me. When the restaurant emptied this afternoon, I thought to walk around town. Ba said no, it was too hot outside. He added that the Westerners dislike us and might do harm. Instead, I washed the window again.Why come to Canada if I cannot explore it?— "Prairie Showdown", by Paul Yee
I feel as if I have an album of pictures in my head that opens every so often and I can see photographs of the war, the soldiers, guns, people running... Our poor granny, who got left behind in Poland all alone... Papa saying we couldn't take her along because we only had visas for the four of us... Grandpa getting beaten by a Nazi soldier on a ghetto street... — "In the Silence of My Heart", by Lillian Boraks-Nemetz
... Then, when the afternoon ended and we came down our road, Will was waiting on the front steps. When he saw be coming, he jumped up and ran to the door yelling, "Hattie's home! Hattie's home!"And I was.— "Hattie's Home", by Jean Little




On Board the Titanic
From On Board the Titanic
"Jack felt the back of his neck prickle with fear. What he had known in his heart for the past hour was suddenly very clear. They would never get in a lifeboat. There simply weren't enough..."

One More Border





Can You Hear the Trees Talking?

Do You Know Where the Animals Live?







White as Milk, Red as Blood
illustrated by Willow Dawson
translated by Shelley Tanaka
foreword by Philip Pullman