Home of the Braves
Home of the Braves
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Annotation: Eighteen-year-old Joe, captain of the soccer team, is dismayed when a hotshot player shows up from Brazil and threatens to take over both the team and the girl whom Joe hopes to date.
Genre: [Sports fiction]
 
Reviews: 8
Catalog Number: #138731
Format: Perma-Bound Edition
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Publisher: HarperCollins
Copyright Date: 2002
Edition Date: 2004 Release Date: 04/13/04
Pages: 355 pages
ISBN: Publisher: 0-06-053171-1 Perma-Bound: 0-605-31574-4
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-0-06-053171-3 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-31574-7
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2003018701
Dimensions: 19 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist (Sun Sep 01 00:00:00 CDT 2002)

At the start of his senior year, Joe Brickman expects to be the star of his high-school soccer team and to finally work up the courage to ask out his neighbor, Kristine. Things don't turn out as expected, however, when Antonio Silva, a transfer student from Brazil, turns up and takes over the starring role on the team and starts dating Kristine. Although the basic plot elements would seem to be the stuff of standard teenage romance, Klass adds strong doses of realism and grittiness by setting the novel in a tough and often violent northern New Jersey high school with a complex social code that adults fail to understand. As the school year progresses, Joe matures and begins to find a direction for his life. Klass conveys this process subtly through the multiple plot threads and the well-handled first-person narration. A winning novel with many elements that will ring true for older readers.

Horn Book (Tue Apr 01 00:00:00 CST 2003)

Klass excells with a funny, likable hero caught in an agonzing situation. Joe, captain of the soccer team, is able to handle himself in a fight, but he's a bit backward in the romance department. Antonio, a soccer "Phenom" about to turn the high school's losing soccer season around, is also an arrogant s.o.b., who steals Joe's would-be girlfriend. Readers will be rooting for Joe to pull through, which he does, time and again.

Kirkus Reviews

While better written and more psychologically complex than most sports fiction, this compelling offering still follows a standard sports plot: the main character feels threatened by a new, outstanding player on his team. Joe Brickman, a senior at a suburban high school, is captain of his mediocre soccer team and its best player. When Antonio, a Brazilian pro, transfers to Joe's high school and takes up with Kris, the girl Joe likes but hasn't pursued, Joe's life takes a nose-dive. The team starts winning but Antonio gets all the praise, while Kris acts silly and snobbish due to her new relationship. Meanwhile, other students including Joe's closest friend are dealing on a daily basis with vicious bullying, mainly from football players. As narrator, Joe sounds modest but in fact he's unusually physically fit, good with people, and likable, although almost unbelievably tactless when dealing with Kris. He's so clearly courageous that his modesty appears exaggerated, saying things like, "The best way to face danger is to meet it head-on," as he goes to confront the school's most dangerous bully. Soccer fans will enjoy the sports action, while other readers will find the setting convincing and the story engaging. It's too bad that the females are so weak: Kris is passive and gullible; Joe's mother deserted her husband and son years earlier; and Joe's father's new girlfriend carelessly betrays a confidence. While it lacks the brilliance and humor of Klass's You Don't Know Me ( 2001), overall this is a solid school and sports story that will find a ready audience. (Fiction. 12+)

Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

Klass (<EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">You Don't Know Me) throws a lot at his protagonist, Joe, a suburban New Jersey high school senior who is captain of his school's losing soccer team, the Braves. While Joe is sympathetic, the unclear trajectory of the narrative and predictable outcomes will likely discourage readers. "The Phenom," a Brazilian soccer player, transfers in, becomes the star of Joe's team and wins over Kris, Joe's longtime crush, and Joe is understandably upset. After the Phenom injures a football player in a fight, tensions spark between the "hard [i.e., muscular] guys," football players mostly bused in from Bankside, and the soccer team (and eventually between Bankside and local kids), but Joe plays by teen rules, keeping silent to authorities even after bullies beat up his best friend, Ed the Mouse. Heightened security at school and the next attack on the Mouse, compounded by a falling out with Kris, add to Joe's mounting stress. In the end, he must decide whether to fight hard guy Slade, a decision presented as pivotal to shaping his future. The story unfolds very slowly, and the Phenom's role in the book is surprisingly marginal; it's easy to lose track of him occasionally amid Joe's other crises. Some of the plotting, like Joe's unlikely interview for an educational boating expedition, steers this story off course, and even the Phenom's dark secret seems lackluster. Ages 12-up. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(Oct.)

School Library Journal

Gr 9 Up-Suburban New Jersey's Lawndale High School is plagued with old rivalries, cliques, bullies, and systems that fail to address these problems. Joe Brickman, captain of the soccer and wrestling teams, is trying to find the courage to ask Kristine, his best friend since childhood, out on a date. When a Brazilian soccer star arrives as a transfer student, upsetting the peer-imposed social mores, Joe develops the strength and maturity to handle much more than that. The football thugs loom over Lawndale, requiring marked students to bow their heads when the players pass through the halls. Antonio, totally self-assured and able to defend himself one-on-one, scoffs at the system. When Joe tries to explain how things work, the newcomer is rude and condescending. Joe's nerdy buddy "Mouse" is also marked by the jocks and refuses to play the game. When violence erupts, the administration responds with a zero-tolerance policy. Intervention comes in the form of bars on windows, metal detectors, video monitors, and police in the halls. At a town meeting, parents point fingers, blaming the old issue of busing in students from the wrong side of the tracks, and a near-riot ensues. Antonio sweeps Kristine off her feet; Joe's father hits on every pretty woman in town; Kris's cruel comments force Joe to examine his future prospects; and an inevitable confrontation between him and the bullies' ringleader are just a few of the strands in this multilayered story. Klass's characters are, for the most part, believable teens searching for answers to complex societal and individual issues.-Joanne K. Cecere, Monroe-Woodbury High School, Central Valley, NY Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.

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Word Count: 71,766
Reading Level: 6.1
Interest Level: 7-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 6.1 / points: 12.0 / quiz: 62560 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:6.4 / points:17.0 / quiz:Q31844
Lexile: 870L
Guided Reading Level: Z
Fountas & Pinnell: Z
Home of the Braves
1
The first word of the arrival of the Phenom blew into our school on a Tuesday with an October rainstorm.
Soccer practice ended just as the downpour started, and the twenty members of our team sprinted off the field with thunder crashing above us, and sharp harpoons of lightning forking out across the suddenly dark autumn sky. The rain went from a few isolated drops to a cold thudding cascade in about five seconds flat, and by the time we made it to the school and squeezed in through the basement entrance, in our dripping uniforms and muddy shoes, we were as wet as a soccer team can be.
I spotted Kristine in the basement hallway, near the band room, trying to not look like she was waiting for me. I tried to not look like I saw her not looking at me. I lagged behind the team and then, as they hurried noisily into the locker room for hot showers and dry towels, I made a detour toward her.
Kris and I lived across the street from each other, and I'd been friends with her ever since I could walk. But in the last six months our friendship had suddenly gotten very weird, and I wasn't sure whether it was me or her. Lately, when Italked to her, I couldn't figure out whether she was flirting with me or if I was reading it into everything she said. Some days I was certain she wanted me to ask her out on a date. Other days I was equally sure she considered me just an old pal from the same block who she could joke around with. The only thing I was clear about was that my old neighbor who I used to play tag with and chase around our backyards with a water pistol had grown up into a fun and very pretty girl with long sandy brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes.
"Hey, K," I said.
"You're a mess," Kris said back. Now, that's not normally a flattering comment, but she said it with a smile.
"Thanks," I said. "I don't know if you noticed, but there's a monsoon going on outside."
"Don't drip on me, Joe."
"It's okay," I told her. "It's not sweat or anything. It's just good, clean rain."
"I don't want to get wet with just good, clean rain. Keep away. You're flooding the hallway."
There was, in fact, a small puddle forming around my feet. I stepped back. "What's up?" I asked her.
"What do you mean what's up?"
"Why were you here waiting for me?"
"What makes you think I was waiting for you?" Kris asked. "Band practice just ended."
"And you're standing outside the guys' locker room."
"Coincidence," she said. "This happens to be the way Iwalk from the band room to my locker. But since I'm here and you're here, I'll give you a hot tip, Mr. Soccer Team Captain. Unless you've already heard."
"Heard what?"
"Oh, so you haven't heard?" She sounded genuinely amused.
"Kris, for the second time, heard what?" I was getting exasperated.
"Congratulations," she said. "Your soccer team just got a whole lot better."
It was very strange, but even when she seemed to be saying something very directly, I couldn't understand her at all. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"In fact," she said, "I think you guys might actually have a chance in the league play-offs."
"We've always had a chance."
"No, I saw you play on Sunday." She didn't need to tell me this. I had spotted Kris and some of her friends in the stands. I had been surprised and glad to see her there, and I wondered at the time if she had come to watch a soccer game in general, or me in particular. "No offense," she said, "but you guys looked pretty awful. In fact, you were awful because you had no offense."
"We had a bad game," I muttered.
"Joe, it's not your fault. You played great, but the rest of your team is a disaster."
I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to agree withher, but I couldn't deny it. Being the captain and best player on a barely mediocre team is no fun.
"But now you have a chance of making the league play-offs," Kris said. "If not the state play-offs. If not the world play-offs. This is your lucky day, Joe. By the way, are there world play-offs in high school soccer?"
I stepped closer to her. "If you don't tell me what you're talking about by the count of three, I'm gonna shake my wet hair all over you."
"You wouldn't dare."
"One," I said.
"And this is the thanks I get for waiting outside your stupid locker room to give you a hot tip? That's it. I'm out of here."
I blocked her way. "Two," I said.
"Joe, you wouldn't dare."
"I'm warming up my neck muscles," I told her. "I hope that blouse dries quickly."
I have a big mop of curly black hair and it holds a lot of water. I think she saw that I was really about to shake it out all over her. "Okay," she said. "I guess you haven't heard about the new kid."
"What new kid?"
"The new kid who just transferred to our school."
"No. But so what? Kids leave. Kids come."
"Yeah, but they don't usually come from Brazil to New Jersey."
I felt my pulse quicken. "For your information, not all kids from Brazil play soccer," I told her.
"For your information, this one does," she said. "Or at least that's what I heard Mrs. Simmons telling Mr. Hart."
Mrs. Simmons is our head guidance counselor. Among her other duties, she helps new students get adjusted. It made sense that she might know something about some new transfer student. Mr. Hart is our athletic director. If Mrs. Simmons found out about a talented new athlete, it made sense that she would tell Mr. Hart. But, of course, I was still playing it cool. "For your information, not all students from Brazil, even if they play a little soccer, are any good," I told her.
"True," she said. And she paused. Again, that wicked smile. "And he doesn't look like a jock. He's not real muscular ... and he's not as big as you."
"You've seen this guy?"
"He's in my calculus class. His name's Silva. Antonio Silva. He's real cute. Great hair. Even better eyes. He speaks real good English." She paused. It was a long pause. Her sparkling hazel eyes laughed at me. "And I hear he played for Brazil," she finally said.
"Don't you mean he played in Brazil?"
"No," she said, "for Brazil. I hear he was on the Brazilian national youth team or something. In fact, I think he was one of their leading scorers."
I just stood there. The blood stopped running through my veins, which is understandable because my heart stoppedbeating, and I believe my lungs also stopped pumping air. Everything just froze.
I guess Kris saw that her news had turned me into a statue, incapable of responding, so she kept talking. "Isn't Brazil the best soccer country in the world?" she asked. "I mean, don't they keep winning the World Cup, if that's what it's called? And he was one of the best young players in the whole country. I think he was a striker. Isn't that what they call the people who stay in front and score all the goals? Except on your team, where the strikers don't score any goals. Anyway, now he's at our school. So don't you think, Mr. Soccer Captain of a mediocre team with no offense, that you might want to check him out ..."
But Kris never got to finish what she was saying, because I had disappeared down the hallway to find Antonio Silva.
Copyright © 2002 by David Klass


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That was the truth I came to in that long and frozen moment. This was my life. Not the life of any of the people around me, clamoring for blood, but mine. I had to make the decision, and I had to make it now, or it would be made for me.


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