The Order of Things
A heart-rending novel-in-verse about a girl beginning to learn it is possible to go on even after a great loss. Now in paperback.

Eleven-year-old April Jackson loves playing the drums, almost as much as she loves her best friend, Zee, a violin prodigy. They both dream of becoming professional musicians one day. When Zee starts attending a new school that will nurture his talent, April decides it’s time for her to pursue her dreams, too, and finally take drum lessons. She knows she isn’t very good to start, but with Zee’s support, she also knows someday she can be just as good as her hero, Sheila E., and travel all around the world with a pair of drumsticks in her hand.

When the unthinkable happens and Zee suddenly passes away, April is crushed by grief. Without Zee, nothing is the way it’s supposed to be. Zee's Dad isn't delivering the mail for his postal route like he should. April's Mom is suddenly dating someone new who is occupying too much space in their lives. And every time April tries to play the drums, all she can think about is Zee.

April isn't sure how to move on from the awful feeling of being without Zee. Desperate to help Papa Zee, she decides to secretly deliver the mail he’s been neglecting. But when on her route she discovers a classmate in trouble, she doesn’t second guess what she knows is the right thing to do.
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The Order of Things
A heart-rending novel-in-verse about a girl beginning to learn it is possible to go on even after a great loss. Now in paperback.

Eleven-year-old April Jackson loves playing the drums, almost as much as she loves her best friend, Zee, a violin prodigy. They both dream of becoming professional musicians one day. When Zee starts attending a new school that will nurture his talent, April decides it’s time for her to pursue her dreams, too, and finally take drum lessons. She knows she isn’t very good to start, but with Zee’s support, she also knows someday she can be just as good as her hero, Sheila E., and travel all around the world with a pair of drumsticks in her hand.

When the unthinkable happens and Zee suddenly passes away, April is crushed by grief. Without Zee, nothing is the way it’s supposed to be. Zee's Dad isn't delivering the mail for his postal route like he should. April's Mom is suddenly dating someone new who is occupying too much space in their lives. And every time April tries to play the drums, all she can think about is Zee.

April isn't sure how to move on from the awful feeling of being without Zee. Desperate to help Papa Zee, she decides to secretly deliver the mail he’s been neglecting. But when on her route she discovers a classmate in trouble, she doesn’t second guess what she knows is the right thing to do.
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The Order of Things

by Kaija Langley
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A heart-rending novel-in-verse about a girl beginning to learn it is possible to go on even after a great loss. Now in paperback.

Eleven-year-old April Jackson loves playing the drums, almost as much as she loves her best friend, Zee, a violin prodigy. They both dream of becoming professional musicians one day. When Zee starts attending a new school that will nurture his talent, April decides it’s time for her to pursue her dreams, too, and finally take drum lessons. She knows she isn’t very good to start, but with Zee’s support, she also knows someday she can be just as good as her hero, Sheila E., and travel all around the world with a pair of drumsticks in her hand.

When the unthinkable happens and Zee suddenly passes away, April is crushed by grief. Without Zee, nothing is the way it’s supposed to be. Zee's Dad isn't delivering the mail for his postal route like he should. April's Mom is suddenly dating someone new who is occupying too much space in their lives. And every time April tries to play the drums, all she can think about is Zee.

April isn't sure how to move on from the awful feeling of being without Zee. Desperate to help Papa Zee, she decides to secretly deliver the mail he’s been neglecting. But when on her route she discovers a classmate in trouble, she doesn’t second guess what she knows is the right thing to do.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780593530924
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 01/21/2025
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 5.06(w) x 7.75(h) x 0.69(d)
Age Range: 10 - 14 Years

About the Author

Kaija Langley was born in Northern NJ and raised on a healthy diet of library books, music and theater performances, and visits to the family farm in rural North Carolina. The author of the award-winning picture book, When Langston Dances, she loves long road trips, dancing wherever music moves her, and adventures near and far with her Beloved. She splits her time between Cambridge, MA and Los Angeles, CA.

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The Sound of Music
makes everything better,
even the first day of school.

In the quiet of morning, there’s no mistaking the faint sound of a violin, my best friend, Zee, playing at this early hour.

We’re both going to school today, but not the same one,
not anymore.

Wash, Brush, Dress
in my school uniform with the crisp collar,
skirt pleats poppin’,
creased shirtsleeves sharp enough to cut you,
like Mama taught me.

I double-check my ponytail,
every strand in place, grab my bookbag, my drumsticks,
and ease into the kitchen.

Devour the orange-cranberry scone
Mama baked special for today.

I slip into her room for a kiss,
but don’t wake her.

Her UPS badge on the dresser, her head half beneath the pillow.

Working night shift loading trucks means
Mama sleeps most of

the day, works most of the night, and we live in the quiet moments in between.

Like Clockwork

Zee waits for me in the hallway outside his apartment, across from my own.

He’s dressed in a burgundy polo,
a gold-and-blue crest on his chest,
khaki pants, new black loafers.

The hallway reeks of fried eggs and onions, strong coffee and cologne. Zee has one leg kicked behind him on the wall,
his violin case in his hand, his face as hard as stone.

Zee closes his eyes,
takes three long, deep breaths but still no words.

He’s usually not this quiet.

You okay, Zee?

We gabbed all summer about today, so I know he’s as excited,
and as nervous too, as I am.

His eyes open when Papa Zee exits their apartment,
door slamming behind him,
shirt untucked, hat on backward.

He’s late to work today but still plants a kiss on our foreheads before ushering us to the elevator.

He jabs the button so many times I’m afraid it might break. We’re only on the twelfth floor, but the elevator always seems slowest when we’re in a rush.

One for the road? Papa Zee asks, winking.
How do you make a bandstand?

How? I ask.

Zee leans forward,
fully alert.

You take away their chairs!

Zee laughs out loud.
A real laugh, a belly laugh.
The mood lighter now, the elevator arrives.

It’s Been
Zee and me forever,
same walk to the same school,
same classes, same teachers,
until Papa Zee promised when the new Boston STEAM charter school with a focus on the arts opened in the neighborhood,
Zee could audition.

It’s been six months since and
I still don’t feel prepared.

You scared? I ask, falling in step with Zee.

At least we still get to walk together most of the way, our schools only five blocks apart.

Not scared. Can’t believe it’s literally happening.
I’m already good, you know?

Good is an understatement.
Zee is a violin prodigy.

I’m nowhere close,
but I want to be better.

Me too, Zee. Me too.

Zander Elliot Ellis Jr.
is Zee for short—never loud, or rough and tumble, hard or fast, or the clown of the class—just Zee.

Because he’s a junior,
saying Zander means
Daddy and son both turn with those same big eyes, broad nose,
velvet-brown skin,
with a smirk on their lips, a question in their eyes.

We were born a month apart,
but Zee was twice my size even as babies, but no match for my energy in the playpen where we cried . . .
wrestled . . .
cuddled . . .
each other before we crawled . . .
walked . . .
talked.

Zee is more than my best friend, he’s like a brother. He’s family.

We’re bookends.
We are.
I’m the A to his Z.

The Order of Things
in my life is simple:

quiet and efficient,
calm never commotion,
just as Mama likes it.

Like putting on socks before shoes, letting dough rise before baking, kissing Mama good night first thing in the morning.

It’s important.

We keep our voices low, the television off, even our alarm clocks don’t beep because we never set them.

There’s nothing except books and magazines to distract us when most people have a television going 24/7,
reality shows or news,
but Mama has no patience for either.

I asked Mama once why we live the way we do.

Warehouse work is noisier than you can imagine.
And don’t get me started about what it was like in the army.
Silence is golden. It is music to my ears.

A quiet home is a small sacrifice to keep Mama happy, but wanting to play the drums makes me a round peg in a square hole,
always out of place.

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