Yee, Paul
Paul Yee is one of Canada's finest writers for children. He was raised in Vancouver and has worked in the archives at the Vancouver Museum. He won the Governor General's Literary Award for Children's Literature for Ghost Train. He now lives in Toronto.
Ghost Trainbr> Winner of the Governor General's Literary Award 1996br> Winner of the Ruth Schwartz Children's Book Award 1997br> Finalist for the Toronto IODE Book Award 1997
The Bone Collector's Sonbr> Winner of the City of Vancouver Book Award 2004br> Finalist for the Rocky Mountain Book Award 2006br> Finalist for the Stellar Book Award (BC Teen Readers' Choice Award) 2005-6br> Chosen as Best of 2004, Resource Links.ca
Bamboobr> Finalist for the Chocolate Lily Award 2007 (BC Readers' Choice Award)br> Chosen as Best of 2006, Resource Links
The Jade Necklacebr> Finalist for the Mr. Christie's Book Award 2002


Au Canada : De fer et de sang

Au Canada : De fer et de sang

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

Chinese Fairy Tale Feasts

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




I Am Canada: Blood and Iron

The train swings around the curve. Its one headlight races toward us. High on the engine's nose, a window glints. The ground is shaking. I watch the train. It comes closer and closer. I dash to the tracks, watching a fence on the other side. Noise and wind swallow me. I jump.

The train swings around the curve. Its one headlight races toward us. High on the engine's nose, a window glints. The ground is shaking. I watch the train. It comes closer and closer. I dash to the tracks, watching a fence on the other side. Noise and wind swallow me. I jump.

The train swings around the curve. Its one headlight races toward us. High on the engine's nose, a window glints. The ground is shaking. I watch the train. It comes closer and closer. I dash to the tracks, watching a fence on the other side. Noise and wind swallow me. I jump.

Saltwater City








