Excerpt from The Island of Sea Women by Lisa See, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"Pretend Mi-ja is a baby," Yu-ri told the Kang sisters, "and tie her into her suit." Then to me, she explained, "You can see that the sides are open. You fasten them together with the strings. This allows the suit to tighten or expand with pregnancy or other types of weight gain or loss." She leaned in. "I long for the day when I can tell my mother-in-law that my husband has put a baby in me. It will be a son. I'm sure of it. When I die, he'll perform ancestor worship for me."

Yu-ri's wedding was set for the following month, and of course she was dreaming of the son she would have, but her sense of anticipation seemed unimportant to me right then. Her fingers felt icy against my skin, and goosebumps rose on my flesh. Even after she'd tied the laces as tight as possible, the suit still bagged on me. Same on Mi-ja. These suits have forever marked the haenyeo as immodest, for no proper Korean woman, whether on the mainland or here on our island, would ever bare so much skin.

The whole time, Yu-ri continued talking, talking, talking. "My brother is very smart, and he works hard in school." My mother may have been the head of the collective, but Do-saeng had a son who was the pride of every family in Hado. "Everyone says Jun-bu will go to Japan to study one day."

Jun-bu was the only son, and the gift of education was bestowed on him alone. Yu-ri and her father contributed to the family's income, although they still didn't earn as much as Do-saeng, while my mother had to raise all the money to send my brothers to school without any assistance from my father. They would be lucky to go beyond elementary school.

"I'll need to work extra hard to help pay for Jun-bu's tuition and provide for my new family." Yu-ri called across the room to her mother and future mother-in-law. "I'm a good worker, eh?" Yu-ri was known throughout our village as a chatterbox. She seemed worry free, and she was a good worker, which was why it had been easy to find a match for her.

She turned her attention back to me. "If your parents love you greatly, they'll arrange a marriage for you right here in Hado. You'll maintain your diving rights, and you'll be able to see your natal family every day." Then, realizing what she'd said, she tapped Mi-ja's arm. "I'm sorry. I forgot you don't have parents." She didn't think long enough before she spoke again. "How are you going to find a husband?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

I glanced at Mi-ja, hoping she hadn't been hurt by Yu-ri's thoughtlessness, but her face was set in concentration as she tried to follow the Kang sisters' instructions.

Once we had on our suits, we put on water jackets. These were for cold weather only, but I couldn't see how, since they were the same thin cotton as the rest of the outfit. Last, we tied white kerchiefs over our hair to conserve body heat and because no one would wish for a loose tendril to get tangled in seaweed or caught on a rock.

"Here," Yu-ri said, pressing paper packets filled with white powder into our hands. "Eat this, and it will help prevent diving sickness—dizziness, headaches, and other pains. Ringing in the ears!" Yu-ri scrunched up her face at the thought. "I'm still a baby-diver, and I already have it. Ngggggg—" She imitated the high-pitched sound that apparently buzzed in her head.

Following the examples of Yu-ri and the Kang sisters, Mi-ja and I unfolded the paper packets, tilted our heads back like baby birds, poured the bitter-tasting white powder into our mouths, and swallowed. Then Mi-ja and I watched as the others spat on their knives to bring good luck in finding and harvesting an abalone—a prized catch, for each one fetched a great price.

Mother checked to make sure I had all my gear. She focused particularly on my tewak—a hollowed-out gourd that had been left to dry in the sun, which would serve as my buoy. She then did the same with Mi-ja. We each had a bitchang to use for prying creatures from their homes and a pronged hoe to pick between the cracks and embed in the sand or on a crag to help pull us from place to place. We also had a sickle for cutting seaweed, a knife for opening sea urchins, and a spear for protection. Mi-ja and I had used these tools for practice while playing in the shallows, but Mother made a point to say, "Don't use these today. Just get accustomed to the waters around you. Stay aware of your surroundings, because everything will look different."

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