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Sixth grade is about to begin, and there's no way Cathy Carlson can face it since her best and only friend has moved away. Luckily, she finds a fun new girl to fill the gap and a cool nickname to match: Cat (as in meowza!). So what's the problem? Cat is an A+ brainiac who's clueless when it comes to pop music and fashion. Stylish Cassidy is definitely not a bookworm-and she's crazy about Milo Lennox, the hottest singer around. Cat will do anything to fit in, even hide her smarts and learn to like whatever Cassidy does. But three's a crowd, and when another savvy-dressing Milo fan joins the duo, Cat feels she'll never be able to keep up. Shana has a major attitude, and she's determined to blow the lid off Cat's cover ... unless Cat can put her brains to work and come up with the purrfect plan to meet their favorite superstar! Along the way, Cat just might find she's not such a nerd girl after all.
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A hilarious, punny narrator ushers readers through a series of her misadventures in Sateren's (the Masterpieces: Artists and Their Works series) fun first novel. After her best friend moves to Paris, "brainiac" Cathy needs a new pal for sixth grade. At the supermarket, she meets trendy but kind Cassidy who nicknames her Cat, gives her a funky "whale-sprout up-do" and introduces her to the pop music of the Milo Lennox Band. Cat begins hiding her studious self, but when spoiled Shana, who also worships Milo, gets assigned to their class, Cat worries that Shana will steal her new friend away (and reveal her nerdy nature to Cassidy). Determined to stay included, she tries several money-making schemes to earn the $100 for a Milo concert ticket, from dog-walking (her business card reads: "Your dog's in good paws with Cat. A bow-wow bargain!") to pie-making. When those attempts fail, she promises to secure Shana an early-bird dance audition before Milo's show. The girls' band stakeout is a bit belabored and unbelievable, but Cat's feelings of jealousy, her need to feel included and her embarrassment over her book- and classical music-loving family come off as genuine. Cat's own growing appreciation of the Milo Lennox Band, and her discovery that Cassidy brings out "fun things I never even knew about myself!" make for a creative conclusion. Ages 8-12. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
《儿童读物杂志》(Horn Book)书评
After her best friend moves away, eleven-year-old egghead Cathy tries to impress a potential new companion, a stylish, dim girl obsessed with a pop star. Because the characters throughout are two-dimensional, this punning, slapstick-tinged narrative perpetuates the stereotypes that it's ostensibly examining. Still, preteens will easily relate to Cathy's experiences. From HORN BOOK Fall 2003, (c) Copyright 2010. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
《书目》(Booklist)书评
Gr. 3^-6. This first-person account of a self-acknowledged nerd's attempts at a makeover will ring true to anyone familiar with preteen friendship rites. Brainy Cathy's best friend has moved away, so she's ecstatic when new-girl Cassidy, with her fashionable clothes and fanaticism for hot singer Milo Lennox, actually seems friendly. Cathy pretends to like Milo and care about fashion, too, but bossy Shana sees through Cathy's pretense. The girls' dialogue and interactions are just right; Sateren's nerdy and bossy archetypes exist in every school. Cathy's struggle to be trendy is painful to witness, and readers will be very glad when she finds a song by Milo that she likes and manages to put together a stylish outfit with Cassidy's help. It's gratifying when Cathy realizes the charms of fellow nerd Greg, gets beyond Shana's bossiness, and makes friends with Cassidy on her own terms. --Diane Foote
《学校图书馆杂志》(School Library Journal)书评
Gr 5-7-When Cathy Carlson's best and only friend moves to Paris just before the beginning of sixth grade, Cathy is determined to shed her brainiac reputation and become cool. Clueless about pop music and fashion, she has never fit into the cliques at school. She meets a new student, Cassidy McDew, who gives her the idea of calling herself "Cat" in a step toward hiding her inner nerd. Their budding friendship is jeopardized by the arrival of another new girl, Shana, who, like Cassidy, swoons over teen singing idol Milo Lennox. When Milo's tour brings him to the Twin Cities, the girls attend the concert and, as usual, three proves to be a crowd. Shana is particularly cruel to Cat; Cat is unbelievably needy. She ends up falling through the sunroof of Milo's limousine (hence the book's title), and into his lap. She realizes that Shana is not a friend and that a best friend is someone who brings out the best in you. The book is full of puns, especially feline-related ones, and overflowing with preteen, hip jargon. The old story of peer pressure is predictably presented, and Cat is too weak a character to elicit much respect from readers. While set in the present, this bit of fluff has the feel of a '70s sitcom rerun.-Connie Tyrrell Burns, Mahoney Middle School, South Portland, ME (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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1 Yummiest Harmonies Ever "I've e-mailed Annie seventeen times in four days, Mom, and still no answer from her!" I pointed at the blank computer screen with a limp wrist. Mom shook her head and handed me a five-dollar bill. "Look, Cathy," she said. "You've moped for four days now. If you're not going to try to find a new friend, at least go to the store for me. We need a half dozen corn on the cob for dinner." I gawked at her and blurted out, "Try to find a new friend . . . in my grade . . . at my school, Mom?" I tsk ed. "You know Lewis Elementary is filled with cliques so tight you couldn't crack them open with a jackhammer!" Mom took my arm, led me downstairs, opened the front door and gently nudged me onto the porch. "How about those two girls who live on Garr Street?" she asked. "The ones who wear cowboy boots?" She started to close the door on me. I held it open and said, "Billie and Brooke. FYI, Mom, they're horse freaks. They're like two cowgirls joined at the chaps. They spend every free second at some ranch riding huge stallions or something--" "Well, then," Mom interrupted, and continued firmly, "while you walk to QuikPick for me, think about another girl you might call. You're smart, Cathy. Put your cleverness to work." She smiled her discussion-is-over smile, peeled my fingers off the door and shut it on me. I did a major huff and turned around, then trudged down Lucille Street Hill toward QuikPick. As if being smart would help--that was precisely why I was in social crisis mode! Way back in first grade, Annie and I got blacklisted as brainiacs and the nerd label had stuck like glue ever since. No kids besides Annie ever stooped to speak to me. But now Annie's family had moved to Paris, and my one and only friend in the cosmic universe was gone! Sixth grade was starting in just ten short days--how could I face it alone? I sighed and sulked on. It was super-hot, humid and windy out. Typical for the last week in August in the Twin Cities metro. Yuck. My limp, stringy hair kept flying in my face and mini-dust devils blew out of the gutter and managed to blast under my wire-rim glasses. I was sure I looked like a total nerd--and that's when it hit me: Greg Twitchell. He was the only other kid at Lewis Elementary who actually talked to me. Greg, Annie and I were tied for top student/top nerd status at our school. He always had his head bent over an encyclopedia or calculator, but sometimes he'd look up when I walked past his desk and say things like "How many extra-credit points did you get? I bet you did great." My old holey tennies slowed to a stop. I turned around and headed away from QuikPick. I'd take a detour to the store . . . by way of Martin Avenue. I knew Greg lived there. Once I'd seen him fixing his bicycle chain in front of a red house with white trim. Maybe Greg and I could eat lunches together in the cafeteria, so I wouldn't have to sit alone in that big creepy room. It wouldn't be as good as having a girlfriend, but at least it was a start. I marched up three long city blocks and found the red house. Hiding behind an old oak tree on the boulevard, I stood on tiptoe, trying to conduct a little espionage. But a row of bushes totally obscured my view. I scaled the trunk of the oak tree to get a better view. I wound my arms and legs tightly around a thick branch, then peeked through the leaves. There was no sign of life in the yard or in the windows. "Drat. Maybe he's not home," I whispered to myself, squinting through the thick leaves whipping about in the high wind. My glasses slid down my hot, sweaty nose. I pushed them back up and squinted some more. Suddenly a bike zipped by on the sidewalk and pulled into the Twitchells' driveway. I pushed a mass of green leaves out of my face, and now I had a clear bird's-eye view of my egghead classmate. Greg hopped off his bike, and I quietly gasped. He'd grown so much over the summer! I'd always towered over all the boys at Lewis Elementary. But now it looked like a boy had caught up to me in height. Finally! FYI, for as long as I'd known Greg, his button-down-collar shirts always hung half in/half out of his wrinkled khakis. And for years he'd had too-long ringlets that dangled past the bridge of his nose like a shaggy dog's. You couldn't see his eyes at all. Now Greg had the same sheepdog hair, but it was sun-bleached and extra curly from the humidity. His skin was slightly tan and he wore wrinkled khaki shorts instead of long pants. For a split second Greg Twitchell actually looked . . . cute. I had climbed farther out on the branch to get a better vista of the boyscape when a big gust of wind shook my perch. My fingers slipped, I tumbled sideways . . . and plunged toward the ground. Suddenly, whump. A hard yank at the back of my neck stopped me midtumble. The strap of my bib overalls caught on a branch. My glasses bounced off my sweaty nose and landed on the grass. I tried to shake myself loose. Ooomph. I flailed my arms and legs. No luck. I was stranded, my holey tennies dangling four feet off the ground. Exactly 2.2 seconds later, Greg leaped over. "Cathy?" he said. "Cathy Carlson? What are you doing in that tree?" Gulp. "I'm, uh . . . branching out," I squeaked. Greg laughed. Good sign! I'd always managed to make Annie laugh too. "Actually, Greg, I'm caught on a branch." "Oh, a damsel in distress. Here, I'll help." Greg cupped his palms together and gave me a foothold. I stood on his hand and he boosted me up, high enough to release my overalls strap. It popped free and I dropped--right into Greg's arms. I lay there for five full seconds, too shocked to hop to my feet. I learned a lot from the smartest boy in sixth grade during those five seconds. I learned how strong his arms were. I'd never known he had strong arms. I learned how easily he blushed, too. His face turned bright red. But the most fascinating fact I learned was this: Greg Twitchell had huge, beautiful blue eyes. Excerpted from Cat on a Hottie's Tin Roof by Shelley Swanson Sateren All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.目录
1 Yummiest Harmonies Eyer | p. 1 |
2 Operation Nerd No More | p. 11 |
3 Cute Band Alert | p. 25 |
4 Secure Your Oxygen Masks | p. 37 |
5 Whoa There, Buckaroos | p. 49 |
6 Cat's Dog-Walking Service | p. 58 |
7 Hot Pink Hair | p. 70 |
8 Slurpable Pie | p. 81 |
9 Psycho with a Capital S | p. 95 |
10 Tiger Stripes and Leopard Spots | p. 108 |
11 C for Cardiac Arrest | p. 120 |
12 Pile of V.I.P. Passes | p. 134 |
13 Hotel Sleuthhound | p. 145 |
14 Descending the Tour Bus Steps | p. 157 |
15 Preteen Private Eye | p. 166 |
16 On the Hottie's Tin Roof | p. 177 |
17 So Long, Babycakes | p. 186 |