Project Mulberry

by Linda Sue Park

Julia Song and her friend Patrick would love to win a blue ribbon, maybe even two, at the state fair. This time, though, they’re having trouble coming up with just the right plan. Then Julia’s mother offers a suggestion: They can raise silkworms, as she did when she was a girl in Korea. Patrick thinks it’s a great idea. But for Julia, a simple summer project turns out to be much more complicated than she thought. 



  • Format: Paperback
  • ISBN-13/ EAN: 9780544935211
  • ISBN-10: 0544935217
  • Pages: 272
  • Publication Date: 06/06/2017
  • Carton Quantity: 24

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  • About the Book
    Julia Song and her friend Patrick would love to win a blue ribbon, maybe even two, at the state fair. They’ve always done projects together, and they work well as a team. This time, though, they’re having trouble coming up with just the right project. Then Julia’s mother offers a suggestion: They can raise silkworms, as she did when she was a girl in Korea. 


    Patrick thinks it’s a great idea. Of course there are obstacles—for example, where will they get mulberry leaves, the only thing silkworms eat?—but nothing they can’t handle. 


    Julia isn’t so sure. The club where kids do their projects is all about traditional American stuff, and raising silkworms just doesn’t fit in. Moreover, the author, Ms. Park, seems determined to make Julia’s life as complicated as possible, no matter how hard Julia tries to talk her out of it. 


    In this contemporary novel, Linda Sue Park delivers a funny, lively story that illuminates both the process of writing a novel and the meaning of growing up American.

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    PATRICK AND I became friends because of a vegetable. 

         Not just any vegetable. 

         A cabbage. 

         And not just any old cabbage. A Korean pickled cabbage. Which isn’t a round cabbage like Peter Rabbit would eat, but a longer, leafier kind. It gets cut up and salted and packed in big jars with lots of garlic, green onions, and hot red pepper, and then it’s called kimchee. Kimchee is really spicy. Koreans eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

         I don’t like kimchee. My mom says that when I was little, I used to eat it. She’d rinse off the spiciness and give me a bite or two. When I got to be six or seven years old, she stopped rinsing it. Most Korean mothers do that, and most Korean kids keep eating it. 

         Not me. I hated the spiciness, and I still do. My mom keeps telling me I should eat it because it’s refreshing. But what’s so refreshing about having your mouth on fire? 

         My family used to tease me about not liking kimchee. My dad said maybe it meant I wasn’t really Korean. “We should have your DNA tested,” he’d tell me. The seven-year-old snotbrain named Kenny who lives with us—?otherwise known as my little brother—?would wave big pieces in front of me and threaten to force me to eat them. 

         Another thing about kimchee is, it has a really strong smell. Even though it’s stored in jars, you can still smell it, right through the jar and the refrigerator door. It sends out these feelers through the whole house. 

         Three years ago, when I was in fourth grade, we were living in Chicago. I’d made friends with a girl named Sarah. The first time she came over to play, she stopped dead in the entryway and said, “Eww! What’s that smell?” 

         I’d never really noticed it. Smells are funny that way—?they can sort of disappear if you live with them all the time. But Sarah was so grossed out that I was really embarrassed. 

         The exact same thing happened again a few weeks later, this time with two friends, a boy named Michael and his sister, Lily. They both stopped dead in their tracks and grabbed their noses. Then they insisted that we play outside because they couldn’t stand the smell. 

         I asked my mom to stop making kimchee, but she told me I was being unreasonable. 

         When we moved to Plainfield two years ago, our new apartment didn’t smell like kimchee—?for about half a day. Then my mom unpacked some groceries, including a big jar of kimchee. Sigh. 

         I met Patrick on our second day in Plainfield, a Saturday morning. Actually, I saw him on the first day; he was hanging around on his front steps three doors down, watching the movers. Him and his three brothers as well. I noticed him right away, not because of the way he looked—?brown hair in a normal boy-haircut, a few freckles, a gap between his front teeth that predicted braces in his future—?but because he seemed to be the closest to my age. The other three boys were little, younger even than Kenny. 

         On the second day, I took a break from unpacking and went out to have a good look at the neighborhood. There they were again, the four boys, like they’d never moved off the steps. This time there was a girl with them, too, but she was a lot older. 

         Patrick came down the steps and said hello and told me his name. I said hi back and told him mine. 

         “Can I see inside your house?” he asked. 

         “Sure,” I said. 

         As we started down the sidewalk, we were suddenly surrounded by his three brothers. 

         “Can we come, too?” 

         “Patrick, we wanna see.” 

         “Patrick, what’s her name?” 

         Patrick stopped walking. “Claire!” he yelled. 

         The girl on the steps looked up from picking at her nails. “Yeah?” she said. 

         “Make them stay with you,” Patrick said. “I can’t go barging in with all of them.” 

         “I’m leaving soon. Michelle is picking me up to go to the mall.” 

         “Well, that means I’ll be looking after them then. So you take them for now.” 

         Claire stood up. “YOU BEEN ICKY!” she yelled. 

         At least that was what it sounded like to me, but later I learned that their names were Hugh, Ben, and Nicholas, and that Hugh was a year older than Ben and Nicky, who were twins, and that they usually got called “Hugh-Ben-Nicky” all in one breath. 



         “Pleeeeease can we—” 

         “Hugh, let’s go see if there are any cookies,” Claire said. 

         Hugh let go of Patrick’s arm and turned back toward their house. Ben and Nicky trotted after him. Patrick grinned at me. “If you get Hugh to do something, you’ve got all three of them,” he explained. 

         As we walked in the door of my house, Patrick tilted his head and sniffed. 

         I braced myself for his reaction. 

         “Whoa,” he said. “What’s that? It smells great!” 

         That was the beginning of Patrick’s love affair with kimchee. Whenever he eats dinner with us, my mom puts one bowl of kimchee on the table for the family and gives Patrick a whole private bowl for himself. He eats it in huge mouthfuls, sometimes without even adding any rice. I can hardly stand to watch him. 

         Maybe he’s the one who needs his DNA tested.







         Patrick and I were sitting on the floor of my room. He was reading aloud from a pamphlet. I was sewing up one of the cushions I keep on my bed. It had split the week before when we had a pillow fight, and the stuffing was falling out. 

         Patrick snorted. “Not wine, ssswine. You think they’d let us anywhere near alcohol? Anyway, we’ve already decided to do an animal project. Wine is not an animal.” 

         Patrick and I had just joined the Wiggle Club. Its real name is the Work-Grow-Give-Live! Club (Plainfield Chapter), which means its initial...

  • Reviews
    "Compelling characters and their passionate the plot...unforgettable family and friendship story...a great cross-curriculum title." BOOKLIST, starred Booklist, ALA, Starred Review

    "Park creates a Korean-American seventh-grader so lifelike she jumps off the page....introduces many issues relevant to budding adolescents." PW Publishers Weekly

    "A rich work that treats serious issues with warmth, respect, and a good deal of humor." KIRKUS REVIEWS, starred Kirkus Reviews, Starred

    "This skillfully written tale will have wide appeal." SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL, starred School Library Journal, Starred

    "Park has a sensitive ear for the nuances of self-doubt and burgeoning self-awareness that permeate junior-high experience." THE BULLETIN Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

    "Julia is a vivacious character...provide[s] interesting glimpses into how fiction is written." HORN BOOK Horn Book

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