This memoir sheds light on an all-but-forgotten shameful part of American history when Japanese Americans were forcibly evacuated to settlement camps following the bombing of Pearl Harbor. The author was 7 years old and one of 10 children sent with their parents to live in Manzanar, an internment camp in California. Most left behind belongings and homes that were plundered. This is an insight into the deplorable living conditions when they arrived and life in the camp. It is also a memory of how her family survived until they were forced to leave with no home to which they could return. Many of these Japanese Americans served in the military and many did not return from WWII. ( )

Great novel about the Japanese-American experience during World War II. What stook out to me was the honesty. The author tells the story from the perspective of a young girl and doesn't hold back. She goes into detail on how the experience affected her parents and her siblings/herself differently. This novel is a great read for younger students, because it gives a young person's perspective on life during the internment process. ( )

Very good. ( )

Follow Jeanne as she retells her time living in an internment camp during WWII. This story recalls before being at Manzanar Camp, living there, and the impact on life after the camp. A memoir that touches on a part of WWII that isn't often talked about as well as growing up during that time. Reading level appropriate for middle school. ( )

The American concentration camps of World War II where Japanese-Americans were sequestered were not the barbarous places Hitler established. Inmates were not generally abused, much less gassed or turned into soap. But the incident -- a massive violation of the Bill of Rights perpetrated by the executive and approved at the time by the High Court -- left its psychic scars, both on the nation and the hapless people who endured the internment. Mrs. Houston's account -- like the Kikuchi Diary (p. 859) -- provides an intimate picture of one of those camps, Manzanar in California. At the time she and her family entered Manzanar, she was only seven and her recollections are those of a child trying to understand what had happened to her world, trying to comprehend what had turned her father into a rice wine alcoholic (""He was suddenly a man with no rights who looked exactly like the enemy""), trying to cope with the terrible dynamics of a family in disintegration, trying to sort out the ambivalent currents of the Issei-Nisei generational conflict, trying to accept Granny's words, shi kata ga nai (this cannot be helped). It took Mrs. Houston a quarter of a century to unrepress the experience of Manzanar, to admit to herself ""that my own life really began there. . . . Manzanar would always live in my nervous system."" Mrs. Houston survived to write this sad memoir of an American injustice, admittedly, as a friend told her, ""a dead issue."" But like the true stories of all honest survivors, it reminds us that no one -- least of all the innocent -- can escape the indignities of the past.

-Kirkus Review