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Sumner, Jamie

 
9781665956086: Please Pay Attention

Synopsis

Three starred reviews!

A girl with cerebral palsy navigates loss, grief, and the aftermath of trauma following a school shooting in a world that wasn’t built for her in this “intimate, lyrical” (Publishers Weekly, starred review) novel in verse from Jamie Sumner, the acclaimed author of Roll with It.

There is a Before and an After for sixth grader Bea Coughlin. Before the shooting at her school that took the lives of her classmates and teacher and After, when she must figure out how to grieve, live, and keep rolling forward. But as her community rallies in a tidal wave of marches and speeches and protests, Bea can’t get past the helplessness she felt in her wheelchair as others around her took cover.

Through the help of therapeutic horseback riding, Bea finally begins to feel like herself again. And as she heals, she finds her voice and the bravery to demand change.

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À propos de l'auteur

Jamie Sumner is the author of the Roll with It trilogy, Tune It Out, One Kid’s Trash, The Summer of June, Maid for It, Deep Water, Please Pay Attention, Schooled, Glory Be, and Wish You Well. Her work has appeared in The New York Times, The Washington Post, and other publications. She loves stories that celebrate the grit and beauty in all kids. She is also the mother of a son with cerebral palsy and has written extensively about parenting a child with special needs. She and her family live in Nashville, Tennessee. Visit her at Jamie-Sumner.com. 

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1. Faculty Kid: (Ten Days Before) 1. Faculty Kid (Ten Days Before)
“Birdsong” is one of my favorite words.

It sounds old-fashioned and also

like someone made it up,

which I guess they did,

because how else do we get words?

I wake

to birdsong—

the chirp-chirrupy-chirp

of robins readying their lungs

for a full day of

humming and hopping

and enjoying their birdselves.

I press my nose to the open window screen

and chirrup back

because it is Friday

and Max said I can go green today.

I’ve been orange sherbet for

six weeks,

which is how long she says

I have to wait

before I dye my hair again;

otherwise it will fall out.

That’s what she says, anyway.

I have to listen to her

because as the school nurse,

she knows the human body,

and as my guardian,

she buys me Cheetos Puffs.

My whole scalp tingles

in anticipation.

Maybe I can dye it in the teacher’s lounge bathroom

during lunch

so I don’t have to wait aaaaaall the way until

after school.

In the kitchen of our tiny duplex on Battlefield Ave.,

she catches me tucking the box of lime-green dye

into my bag.

“Not going to happen.”

She reaches for the box,

but not before I roll back

and take a lap

around the kitchen table,

out of reach.

“Bea.”

“Max.”

She takes a sip of coffee

that is mostly cream

and gives me the look—

the grown-up stare

that sinks into your soul

and scans it for devious intentions.

“The school is not a hair salon.”

“But Josie will love it!” I beg.

“Josie loves you no matter what color your hair is.”

Max picks up her keys.

She’s right about Josie

but wrong about the rest.

What’s the point of being a faculty kid

if you can’t use the teacher’s bathroom

to make a huge mess?

I surrender the box anyway

and follow her purple clogs out the door,

because it is Friday,

and there is birdsong,

and I’ve never been one to put up much of a fight.

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