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Founding Stones

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Part coming of age, part political intrigue, and Founding Stones questions what it means to be a citizen of the world. Trouble simmers in a small Pacific Northwest town when generations of secrets collide. Hannah, the daughter of the largest berry farmer in the county, searches for her voice after her twin sister dies of cancer. She jumps into the controversy around immigrant workers at the farm, and naively causes further problems. Her boyfriend, Luis, forced to live without his deported family, seeks his place within the American dream. His elderly friend, Joseph, an undocumented immigrant from Russia, emerges from seclusion to confront an old vendetta and protect his mushroom cure for cancer and his prototype of a light silk-titanium airplane wing from outside forces.

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    • AudioFile Magazine
      Four characters confront immigration policies and wrestle with family values, rural isolation, and the trauma of coming-of-age in the damp chill of the Pacific Northwest. Narrator Tavia Gilbert portrays Hannah, the daughter of a berry farmer who has lost her sister to cancer; Luis, her boyfriend, whose family has been deported; and Joseph, an undocumented immigrant from Russia who gets into trouble. Gilbert's interpretations of females are spot-on, as one would expect. Male characters are amazingly masculine, and each has a unique voice. She brings Joseph to life so emphatically that you can almost smell his tobacco. This story is the third in the Generation of Secrets series. D.L.G. © AudioFile 2020, Portland, Maine

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