US Release Date for Nai'ma Robert's 'Far From Home'






Pub Date: June 2012
ISBN: 978-1-84780-006-0
$8.99 US/9.99 CAN
352 Pages
Trade Paper
5” x 7 ¾”



Awarded the International Youth Library’s prestigious White Raven label Award for innovative literary style and artful portrayal of universal themes.



This compelling and dramatic novel brings the turbulent history of Zimbabwe to vivid life, encouraging readers to reflect on the true costs of war. 14-year-olds Tariro and Katie are decades, worlds, and generations apart, but their seemingly distant lives are linked by a terrible secret, gradually revealed as they grapple with the complexities of adolescence, family, and a painful colonial legacy. Tariro loves her ancestral home, the baobab tree she was born beneath, her loving family — and brave, handsome Nhamo. She couldn't be happier. But then the white settlers arrive, and everything changes — suddenly, violently, and tragically. Nearly forty years later, Katie loves her doting father, her exclusive boarding school, and her farm with its baobab tree in rural Zimbabwe. Life is great, until disaster strikes and the family is forced to leave everything and escape to cold, rainy London. Katie and Tariro’s stories intertwine, showing

that regardless of time, race or circumstance, "war" and "home" are universal links between us all.



Learn more at the book’s website: www.far-from-home.com



Na'ima B Robert is descended from Scottish Highlanders on her father's side and the Zulu people on her mother's side. She was brought up in Zimbabwe and went on to university in London. Her debut novel for teens, From Somalia with Love, was warmly received by reviewers, as was her picture book Ramadan Moon. Her other title for Frances Lincoln is Boy vs. Girl. Robert has four children and divides her time between London and Cairo.



 








 


























 

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