A lucky find in the basement among textbooks from 2000:
Obasan by Joy Kogawa (1994) caught my eye because I know the name for Grandmother, which is Obaasan, with an extra emphasis on the first a. Turns out Obasan without the emphasis is the name for Uncle. The plaintive look on the little girl's face told me that this was a sensitive story, and the American Book Award that it received further recommended it. Author Joy Kogawa is a Japanese Canadian whose family was interned during WWII.
Found on my doorstep, left there by the mailman, who probably realized "This Must Be the Place" :)
Another book left by the mailman:
What did you find this Friday?