Ana grew up in a small Mennonite colony in Bolivia, raised by her father after her mother left under mysterious circumstances. But now, Ana's father is moving them to Canada, supposedly to find her mother. While these mysteries bubble beneath the surface, the beauty of this book rests in its contemplative, immersive portrayal of the newcomer experience. Trilby Kent writes in delicate whispers, keeping us entrenched in the strangeness of a new place. Ana experiences all sorts of emotions in her new Toronto home – numbness, awe, longing, sadness, joy – and even Kent's description of her reaction to the taunts of her jerk classmates is quietly wise: "Most of their references meant nothing to her, and that somehow made it worse." It's not often that a book is this good and this needed.