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Overview
Nothing seems to be going right for Julie Dorinsky. Her best friend, Abby is hanging with the gifted crowd, while Julie's struggling to keep up in school. She can't even read the notes Abby passes her in class. It seems as if everybody, from her snooty older sister, Alexia, to her baby brother, Bean, is smarter than she is. There must by one thing she's good at.
In One Thing I'm Good At, Karen Lynn Williams has created a warm and winning portrait of a young girl discovering her hidden talents.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780062034236 |
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| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
| Publication date: | 01/04/2011 |
| Sold by: | HARPERCOLLINS |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 144 |
| Lexile: | 690L (what's this?) |
| File size: | 2 MB |
| Age Range: | 8 - 12 Years |
About the Author
When Karen Lynn Williams was growing up in New Haven, Connecticut, her dream was to become the youngest novelist ever. At the age of ten, she formed a writing group with some of her friends. They would lounge around on pillows and in old stuffed chairs in her basement and write for hours. When Karen hadn't produced the hoped-for novel by the age of twelve, she gave up on her dream of early publication, but not on writing. Although it took longer than she initially thought it would, eventually Karen became the award-winning author of such books as Baseball and Butterflies (a novel) and Galimoto and Painted Dreams, both picture books illustrated by Catherine Stock. Karen Lynn Williams lives with her husband, Steven, and their children, Peter, Christopher, Rachel, and Jonathan, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
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Chapter One
"Paper, Scissors, Rock." Julie held her hand out flat, palm up.
Bean shot out two small fingers in a V. "I win," he said. "Scissors cut paper. Let's do it again." He shoved his pudgy fist behind his back.
"Okay." Julie sighed and pushed her straggly brown hair over her ear. They sat on the floor of the bedroom she shared with her younger brother. "But this is the last time." She really didn't like the game. It was boring and she always felt funny about the idea of it, the idea of power, that scissors cut paper and a rock can crush scissors. She was probably the only kid in the whole world who thought about dumb stuff like that. She placed her fist behind her back. "Ready?"
Bean smiled. His shiny black hair bounced up and down as he nodded. His eyes twinkled with anticipation. Dad had taught Julie and their older sister, Alexia, the game before Bean was even born. Now Julie was teaching Bean. He was only four, but he was real smart for his age. He learned the game in about two seconds. Bean had memorized their telephone number and address and he knew the whole alphabet and how to count to twenty.
It had been about twenty minutes since Dad left for his doctor's appointment and Julie was babysitting. Real baby-sitting. Alexia was due home soon, but for now Julie was the one in charge.
"Paper, scissors, rock."Julie made a V this time.
"I win." Bean yelled as he held out a tight little fist. "Rock crushes scissors." He giggled with excitement.
Bean was always happy. Must be because henever had homework. But Julie did. She had to get started before Mom and Dad got home. Two "Poor work" papers again today! If she started her homework without being told, maybe they wouldn't think so much about the two D papers that had to be signed. She didn't want to upset Mom or Dad. Especially Dad. Julie didn't want to do anything that might excite him. Back in September, Dad had had a heart attack. Before that, he was a firefighter. Now he stayed home and Mom worked as a secretary. Julie's stomach began to knot up the way it did every time she thought about how her father's heart had just stopped without any warning. He was better now and studying for a new job with computers, but Julie still worried.
"Okay, Bean, you find something to do. I have to get to work." She stood up, groaning. Mean Mrs. Spattelli had given the blue reading group extra work just because no one knew the definition of folly. The other kids hadn't gotten any reading homework. It wasn't fair.
"Come on, Julie, one more time."
Julie dragged her backpack over to the desk. It felt like it was filled with rocks instead of homework. "As long as you promise not to ask again." She put her right hand behind her back.
I promise." Bean sat at her feet.
"Well, come on. Get up."Julie tapped the fingers of her left hand, clicking her nails on the desktop. She had math homework, too. And she had missed lunch recess today, all because of Mrs. Spattelli.
Just because she hadn't had time to finish her English assignment in class, "Mrs. Spit" made her do it during recess, and Julie had missed the marble tournament. She hadn't even had a chance to win her best shooter back from Brian. Just thinking about Mrs. Spit made Julie feel like hitting something. Ten, twenty, thirty...She tried counting by tens to calm herself.
Bean stood up. His right hand was behind his back.
"Paper, scissors, rock." Bean held out a flat hand. Paper.
Still thinking about sitting in that hot classroom when the other kids were outside, Julie curled her fingers into a tight fist. Rock. She pounded her fist down right on Bean's outstretched hand, smacking it into the desk.
"Ouch! Julie! What did you do that for?" Tears welled up in Bean's big brown eyes.
Julie didn't know why she had done it. But she remembered Alexia used to do it to her all the time. "Don't be such a baby."
Bean sniffed. "Rock doesn't even beat paper." The tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Come on, Bean. I told you I have work to do. I played with you enough. Now you keep yourself busy. Go on over to your desk. You can pretend you're at school. Real school." Bean went to day care three days a week while Dad took his computer classes.
Julie watched her brother inch over to his side of the room. She used to share a room with Alexia, but now Alexia had moved into the small room that used to be Bean's and Bean had moved in with Julie. Julie didn't mind sharing with her brother. At least now she got to make the rules about the room and had the side with the windows. Dad was supposed to move the bookcases and Mom was going to put up a curtain to divide the room. They already had the fabric. Julie had picked it out. But that was before Dad's heart attack. He couldn't move heavy things now and Mom didn't have time to sew.
"Julie." Bean's voice was whiny. It came from right behind her, on her side of the room.
"Beeean!"
He just stood there.
"Look, I'll show you how to write Benjamin Dorinsky and you can practice." Benjamin was Bean's real name. When he was born, Julie couldn't pronounce Benjamin. She called him Bean, and the name stuck. She had taught him how to write Benjamin weeks ago, and he did great. Now his daycare teacher wanted him to practice his full name.
One Thing I'm Good At. Copyright © by Karen Lynn Williams. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.