Where the Mountain Meets the Moon
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This Newbery Honor book features magic, adventure, friendship, and even a dragon who can't fly!
In the valley of Fruitless Mountain, a young girl named Minli lives in a ramshackle hut with her parents. In the evenings, her father regales her with old folktales of the Jade Dragon and the Old Man on the Moon, who knows the answers to all of life's questions. Inspired by these stories, Minli sets off on an extraordinary journey to find the Old Man on the Moon to ask him how she can change her family's fortune. She encounters an assorted cast of characters and magical creatures along the way, including a dragon who accompanies her on her quest for the ultimate answer.
Grace Lin, author of the beloved Year of the Dog and Year of the Rat, returns with a wondrous story of adventure, faith, and friendship. A fantasy crossed with Chinese folklore, Where the Mountain Meets the Moon is a timeless story reminiscent of The Wizard of Oz. Her beautiful illustrations, printed in full-color, accompany the text throughout. Once again, she has created a charming, engaging book for young readers.
flowers, bringing richness to their needy village. “Wouldn’t that make Jade Dragon happy?” “When Jade Dragon’s children turned themselves into water,” Minli’s father said, “they were at peace and their spirits were released. Their spirits are no longer in the water. So Jade Dragon cannot find them in the rivers. Over a hundred years ago, a man tried to reunite them by taking stones from the mountain to the rivers.” “That man was not taking the stone for a dragon spirit,” Minli’s mother cut in.
color of the sun. Intricate dragons and multicolored clouds that matched the designs of the gold bracelet he wore were embroidered on his robes and glittered in the light. There was no doubt now that he was the king. Then, the king turned around and saw her. At his glance, Minli shrank to the ground in a humble kowtow. “Your Majesty,” Minli breathed, and her knees could feel the thumping of her heart in her chest. “Caught!” Minli heard him say, and she peeked up to see the king looking at her
keeping me company. It is only fair.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” the Counselor said. Minli could only guess how puzzled he was, but he was well trained enough to keep it out of his voice. “In an hour’s time,” the king said, “I shall be at the Clasping the Moon Pavilion. I want the food waiting for me and nothing else. I do not wish to be disturbed by anyone this evening.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” the voice said again, and Minli could hear the shuffling and swishing of silk as the group rose and took
when Dragon finished. “That means you’re the terrible dragon! You’re the one that destroyed the king’s father’s palace. What a lot of trouble you caused!” Dragon looked at the older lions questioningly. “About one hundred years ago,” the female lion said, “the king’s father fled his home village. A dragon had destroyed his palace and his people cast him out, saying he was bad luck. He came here, intending to make his home with his son and to live off his son’s wealth and power as the King of
eating and sleeping as he made the pearl. He carved the stone with his claws and smoothed it with his scales. He carried it into the clouds, rolled it in fresh raindrops, and bathed it in the Celestial River. He polished it with pale chrysanthemum petals. Finally, it was done — perfectly round and luminously smooth. It was flawless and beautiful. As the dragon looked at it, a tear of exhaustion and joy fell from his eye and landed on the pearl. As the teardrop soaked into the pearl, it began to