Dear Student
(Sprache: Englisch)
When Autumn becomes the secret voice of the advice column in her middle school newspaper, she is faced with a dilemma can she give fair advice to everyone, including her friends, while keeping her identity a secret?
Starting middle school is rough...
Starting middle school is rough...
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When Autumn becomes the secret voice of the advice column in her middle school newspaper, she is faced with a dilemma can she give fair advice to everyone, including her friends, while keeping her identity a secret?Starting middle school is rough for Autumn after her one and only BFF moves to California. Uncertain and anxious, she struggles to connect with her new classmates. The two potential friends she meets could not be more different: bold Logan who has big ideas and quiet Cooper who's a bit mysterious. But Autumn has a dilemma: what do you do when the new friends you make don't like each other?
When Autumn is picked to be the secret voice of the Dear Student letters in the Hillview newspaper, she finds herself smack in the middle of a problem, with Logan and Cooper on opposite sides. But before Autumn can figure out what to do, the unthinkable happens. Her secret identity as Dear Student is threatened. Now, it's time for Autumn to find her voice and her courage and follow her heart, even when it's divided.
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1Six Postcards Ago
I thought making Dad s famous cheese eggs in our temporary home could make my life feel like it did before he left six postcards ago. Like cheese eggs for breakfast on my first day at Hillview Middle School could make everything feel normal.
But I was wrong. Nothing feels normal.
This morning, Dad video called. Another not-normal thing. I dragged my beanbag over to my computer. He looked like Dad, but not really. He was supertan and his usual short brown Dad-hair was in a ponytail.
I thought he called because he missed me. Because he wanted to wish me luck in sixth grade. But really it was about seizing the day. He had on his no-kidding face. The same one he had on the day he told me he was joining the Peace Corps. He said he felt this was something he had to do. Something he d always talked about doing and was finally brave enough to do. Mom said she supported him. But I m not a hundred percent sure that s still true. Sometimes I hear her crying in her room late at night.
Autumn, this year I want you to get involved in one thing at school, he said.
I stared at my dad. Are you seriously parenting me from halfway around the world on my first day of school?
Just one thing, he repeated.
You don t get to do this. You left. Remember?
No matter where I live, I m still your dad.
Dads don t leave, I said, staring at the cheese eggs I wasn t eating.
This is temporary, he said, like that makes it better.
I was quiet for a bit. Then I asked, Why do I have to do one thing? I m not you. You made your choice. Your one thing. And it wasn t us.
He sighed. Loudly.
It wasn t me.
I love you, Autumn. I told you leaving was never about you or Pickle or Mom. It was about finding the courage to do something that can make a real difference in the world.
I didn t say anything.
Because what
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he didn t get was that he didn t have to leave to make a difference.
Seizing the day will be good for you. I promise.
I folded my arms across my sloth T-shirt. What s good for me is having a dad who lives in the same home or state or country, I said, his latest postcard tucked into my pocket.
I m sorry, Autumn. His voice cracked.
And a sadness settled into my heart.
Because no matter how mad I am that he left, I m sadder that he s gone. So I inhaled all my unspoken words and said, Got it. One thing.
My little sister, Pickle, sneezes, and my brain jolts me back to the nerves climbing up my spine as we walk to our first days of school. It s hot and my hand is sweaty, but Pickle holds on tight. Then I see it. A beautiful baby iguana sitting in the middle of the road. I wipe my sticky forehead and lean in.
What s he doing here? she asks, her lime-green cape flying behind her. I made it for her right after Dad left. She told me she was scared of the monsters living under her bed. So I found some fabric in the basement, cut out a cape, and told her it had superpowers that could squash the scared-in-the-belly feelings that twist in your heart when you re supposed to be sleeping. It doesn t do anything for the feelings that come from being left behind, but I didn t tell her that.
Not sure. But he has to be lost, I say, tucking the loose strands of brown hair back into my braid. Iguanas don t live on the Cape.
Where s his home? she asks, her pigtails bouncing.
Before I can answer, a kid on a bicycle speeds toward us.
Watch out for
Seizing the day will be good for you. I promise.
I folded my arms across my sloth T-shirt. What s good for me is having a dad who lives in the same home or state or country, I said, his latest postcard tucked into my pocket.
I m sorry, Autumn. His voice cracked.
And a sadness settled into my heart.
Because no matter how mad I am that he left, I m sadder that he s gone. So I inhaled all my unspoken words and said, Got it. One thing.
My little sister, Pickle, sneezes, and my brain jolts me back to the nerves climbing up my spine as we walk to our first days of school. It s hot and my hand is sweaty, but Pickle holds on tight. Then I see it. A beautiful baby iguana sitting in the middle of the road. I wipe my sticky forehead and lean in.
What s he doing here? she asks, her lime-green cape flying behind her. I made it for her right after Dad left. She told me she was scared of the monsters living under her bed. So I found some fabric in the basement, cut out a cape, and told her it had superpowers that could squash the scared-in-the-belly feelings that twist in your heart when you re supposed to be sleeping. It doesn t do anything for the feelings that come from being left behind, but I didn t tell her that.
Not sure. But he has to be lost, I say, tucking the loose strands of brown hair back into my braid. Iguanas don t live on the Cape.
Where s his home? she asks, her pigtails bouncing.
Before I can answer, a kid on a bicycle speeds toward us.
Watch out for
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Autoren-Porträt von Elly Swartz
Elly Swartz grew up in Yardley, Pennsylvania. She studied psychology at Boston University and received her law degree from Georgetown University Law Center. Elly lives in Massachusetts and is happily married with two grown sons, a beagle named Lucy, and a pup named Baxter Bean. Finding Perfect, called "a clear, moving portrayal of obsessive-compulsive disorder" by Publishers Weekly, was her debut novel. She is also the author of Smart Cookie and Give and Take.
Produktdetails
- Autor: Elly Swartz
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 10 Jahre
- 2023, 304 Seiten, Maße: 13,1 x 19,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593374150
- ISBN-13: 9780593374153
- Erscheinungsdatum: 09.02.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Dear Student: "Tweens won t be able to put down this heartfelt story with a fresh plot, vibrant characters, and even a recipe for whoopie pies." Parents magazine
"A heartfelt story about finding the courage to stand up for your beliefs even when you d rather remain invisible." Kirkus Review
"A heartfelt, authentic book about friendship, courage, and honesty. It s about finding and more importantly, owning your own voice. LYNDA MULLALY HUNT, New York Times bestselling author of Fish in a Tree
A story that shines with honesty and heart. PADMA VENKATRAMAN, Walter Award winning author of The Bridge
Dear Student will resonate with readers who know that feelings and friendships can be complicated, and they will root for Autumn as she searches for her true superpower. DIANE DEBROVNER, deputy editor of Parents magazine
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