# Read the first page of Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo Read the opening of Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo free, no signup. Two girls learn their father died in a plane crash, and of each other. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/clap-when-you-land-elizabeth-acevedo - Genre: Young adult - Year: 2020 - ISBN: 9780062882783 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9780062882783&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9780062882783 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9780062882783 ## The opening I know too much of mud. I know that when a street doesn’t have sidewalks & water rises to flood the tile floors of your home, learning mud is learning the language of survival. I know too much of mud. How Tía will snap at you with a dishrag if you track it inside. How you need to raise the bed during hurricane season. How mud will dry & cling stubbornly to a shoe. Or a wall. To Vira Lata the dog & your exposed foot. I know there’s mud that splatters as a motoconcho drives past. Mud that suctions & slurps at the high heels of the working girls I once went to school with. Mud that softens, unravels into a road leading nowhere. & mud got a mind of its own. Wants to enwrap your penny loafers, hug up on your uniform skirt. Press kisses to your knees & make you slip down to meet it. “Don’t let it stain you,” Tía’s always said. But can’t she see? This place we’re from already has its prints on me. I spend nights wiping clean the bottoms of my feet, soiled rag over a bucket, undoing this mark of place. To be from this barrio is to be made of this earth & clay: dirt-packed, water-backed, third-world smacked: they say, the soil beneath a country’s nail, they say. I love my home. But it might be a sinkhole trying to feast quicksand mouth pried open; I hunger for stable ground, somewhere else. This morning, I wake up at five a.m. Wash my hands & face. There is a woman with cancer, a small boulder swelling her stomach, & Tía Solana needs my help to tend her. Since I could toddle, I would tag after Tía, even when Mamá was still alive. Tía & I are easy with each other. I do not chafe at her rules. She does not impose unnecessary ones. We are quiet in the mornings. She passes me a palm-sized piece of bread; I prepare the coffee kettle for her. By the time Don Mateo’s rooster crows, we are locking up the house, Tía’s machete tucked into her bag. The sun streaks pink highlights across the sky. Vira Lata waits outside our gate. He is technically the entire neighborhood’s pet, a dog with no name but the title of stray; ever since he was a pup he’s slept outside our door, & even if I don’t think of him as solely mine, I know he thinks of me as his. I throw him the heel of bread from the loaf, & he runs alongside us to the woman with cancer, whose house door does not have a lock. Tía knocks anyway before walking in. I do not furrow my brow or pinch my lips at the stench of an unwashed body. Tía crooks her head at the woman; she says I have a softer touch than she does. I murmur hello; the woman fusses in response; she is too far gone into her pain to speak, & since she lives alone, we have no one to ask how she’s been doing. I rub a hand across her forehead. It is cool, which is a blessing. She settles down with a deep sigh the minute I touch her. I bring the bottle of water Tía passes me up to her lips; she sips with barely there motions. It is said she was once a most beautiful woman. I lift the blanket that Tía wrapped around her the last time we were here & press gentle fingers to her nightgown-covered abdomen. Her stomach is hard to my touch. Tía burns incense in all the corners of the small house. The woman does not stir. ## Books with a similar feel - [The Skin I'm in by Sharon Flake](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-skin-im-in-sharon-flake.md) - [Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgson Burnett](https://uncovered.ink/read/little-lord-fauntleroy-frances-hodgson-burnett.md) - [Yes No Maybe So by Becky Albertalli](https://uncovered.ink/read/yes-no-maybe-so-becky-albertalli.md) - [Velva Jean Learns to Fly by Jennifer Niven](https://uncovered.ink/read/velva-jean-learns-to-fly-jennifer-niven.md) - [Concrete Rose by Angie Thomas](https://uncovered.ink/read/concrete-rose-angie-thomas.md) - [Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon](https://uncovered.ink/read/everything-everything-nicola-yoon.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.