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Starred Review In a fast, funny, touching book, Sones uses the same simple, first-person poetic narrative she used in Stop Pretending: What Happened When My Big Sister Went Crazy (1999), but this story isn't about family anguish; it's about the joy and surprise of falling in love. Sophie, 14, thinks she has a crush on handsome Dylan, but she discovers that her most passionate feelings are for someone totally unexpected, a boy who makes her laugh and shows her how to look at the world. And when they kiss, every cell in her body is on fire. Meanwhile, she fights with her mom--who fights with Sophie's dad--and she refuses to wear a pink flowered dress to the school dance, secretly changing into a slinky black outfit with the help of her girlfriends. Their girl talk is hilarious and irreverent in the style of Naylor's Alice books. The poetry is never pretentious or difficult; on the contrary, the very short, sometimes rhythmic lines make each page fly. Sophie's voice is colloquial and intimate, and the discoveries she makes are beyond formula, even while they are as sweetly romantic as popular song. A natural for reluctant readers, this will also attract young people who love to read.
Starred Review for Publishers Weekly (Thu Apr 28 00:00:00 CDT 2022)Drawing on the recognizable cadences of teenage speech, Sones (<EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">Stop Pretending) poignantly captures the tingle and heartache of being young and boy-crazy. The author keenly portrays ninth-grader Sophie's trajectory of lusty crushes and disillusionment whether she is gazing at Dylan's "smoldery dark eyes" or dancing with a mystery man to music that "is slow/ and/ saxophony." Best friends Rachel and Grace provide anchoring friendships for Sophie as she navigates her home life as an only child with a distant father and a soap opera–devotee mother whose "shrieking whips around inside me/ like a tornado." Some images of adolescent changes carry a more contemporary cachet, "I got my period… I prefer/ to think of it as/ rebooting my ovarian operating system," others are consciously clichéd, "my molehills/ have turned into mountains/ overnight"—this just makes Sophie seem that much more familiar. With its separate free verse poems woven into a fluid and coherent narrative with a satisfying ending, Sophie's honest and earthy story feels destined to captivate a young female audience, avid and reluctant readers alike. Ages 12-up. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(Oct.)
Horn BookThis novel chronicles the life and loves of eighth-grader Sophie in first-person free-verse poems. Sones tries a little too hard to be hip and her style is sometimes contrived, but overall the voice is fresh and honest, often transcending cool to realistically portray adolescent vulnerability.
Kirkus Reviews<p>This year's umpteenth novel in verse begs the question, if the narrative were told in conventional prose, would it be worth reading? The answer in this instance is, maybe not, as it does little more than chronicle one ninth-grade girl's progression through boyfriends until she arrives at last at an unlikely Mr. Right. Laid out in a series of mostly free-verse poems, however, the text gets at the emotional state of this girl so completely and with such intensity that a conventional narrative framework would simply dilute the effect. Sophie's romantic travails take her from sexy Dylan (" . . . when he kisses me / all I feel is / the overwhelming / overness of it") through cyberdude Chaz ("If I could marry a font / I would definitely marry his") and friend-from-preschool Zak ("I hope I didn't embarrass him / when I laughed. / It's just that I thought he was kidding") to class dork Murphy ("I mean, / we're talking about Murphy here. / He's not exactly boyfriend material. / Is he?"). Along the way she must contend with casual anti-Semitism, her parents' failing marriage, and her mother's depression, but she is also bolstered by her friendship with Rachel and Grace. The verse format allows Sophie to interrogate and explore her feelings and relationships with quintessentially teenage ferocity: "I guess it wasn't how [his eyes] looked / that got to me. / It was how it felt / when they connected with minea" / like this door / was opening up inside of me / that had never been opened before, / and his soul was walking right in." If the threads involving Sophie's parents are left hanging somewhat, readers will forgive this oversight. Romantic and sexy, with a happy ending that leaves Sophie together with Mr. Right, Sones (Stop Pretending: What Happened when My Big Sister Went Crazy, 1999) has crafted a verse experience that will leave teenage readers sighing with recognition and satisfaction. (Fiction/poetry. YA)</p>
School Library JournalGr 6-8-A story written in poetry form. Sophie is happily dating Dylan, "until he's practically glued himself to my side." Then she falls for cyberboy ("if I could marry a font/I'd marry his"). Imagine her surprise when he becomes downright scary. In the satisfying ending, Sophie finds the perfect boyfriend-someone she's known all along. Sones is a bright, perceptive writer who digs deeply into her protagonist's soul. There she reveals the telltale signs of being "boy crazy"; the exciting edginess of cyber romances; the familiar, timeless struggle between teens and parents; and the anguish young people feel when their parents fight. But life goes on, and relationships subtly change. Sones's poems are glimpses through a peephole many teens may be peering through for the first time, unaware that others are seeing virtually the same new, scary, unfamiliar things (parents having nuclear meltdowns, meeting a boyfriend's parents, crying for no apparent reason). In What My Mother Doesn't Know, a lot is revealed about the teenage experience- ("could I really be falling for that geek I dissed a month ago?"), clashes with close friends, and self-doubts. It could, after all, be readers' lives, their English classes, their hands in a first love's. Of course, mothers probably do know these goings-on in their daughters' lives. It's just much easier to believe they don't. Sones's book makes these often-difficult years a little more livable by making them real, normal, and OK.-Sharon Korbeck, Waupaca Area Public Library, WI Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Most people just call me Sophie
(which is the name
on my birth certificate),
or Sof,
or sometimes Sofa.
Zak and Danny think it's cute
to call me Couch,
as in:
"How're your cushions doing today, Couch?"
Or sometimes they call me Syphilis,
which I don't find one bit funny.
My parents usually call me
Sophie Dophie or Soso.
And Rachel and Grace call me Fifi,
or sometimes just Fee.
But Dylan calls me Sapphire.
He says it's because of my eyes.
I love the way his voice sounds
when he says it.
Sapphire.
I like whispering it to myself.
Hisname for me.
Sapphire.
It's like the secret password
to my heart.
Sixth Sense
Sometimes I just know things.
Like when Lou asked me to go on that walk
down by the reservoir last year
on the last day of eighth grade.
I knew he was going to say
he wanted to break up with me.
And I knew my heart
would shatter
when he did.
I just know things.
I can feel them coming.
Like a couple of weeks ago
when I went to the Labor Day party at Zak's.
Something perfect was going to happen.
I just knew it.
That was the night I met Dylan.
How It Happened
After Zak's party,
Rachel's big sister
came to drive a bunch of us home,
with her friend
and her friend's younger brother.
I was the last one to get in the car
and it turned out
all the other laps were taken,
so I had to sit on
Rachel's sister's friend's brother's lap.
It was
Dylan's lap,
but even though he goes to my school
I'd never seen him before.
And he had such smoldery dark eyes
that I felt like I'd been zapped
smack into the middle
of some R-rated movie
and everyone else in the car
was just going to fade away
and this guy and I
were going to start making out,
right then and there,
without ever having said
one word to each other.
But what really happened
was that he blushed and said,
"Hi. I'm Dylan."
And I blushed back and said,
"I'm Sophie."
And he said, "Nice name."
And I said, "Thanks."
After that we didn't say anything else
but our bodies seemed to be
carrying on a conversation of their own,
leaning together
into every curve of the road,
sharing skin secrets.
And just before we got to my house,
I thought I felt him
give my waist an almost squeeze.
Then the car rolled to a stop
and I climbed out
with my whole body buzzing.
I said good night,
headed up the front walk,
and when I heard the car pulling away,
I looked back over my shoulder
and saw Dylan looking overhisshoulder
at me.
When our eyes connected,
this miracle smile lit up his face
and I practically had
a religious experience.
Then I went upstairs to bed
and tried to fall asleep,
but I felt permanently wide awake.
And I kept on seeing that smile of his
and feeling that almost squeeze.
Distracted in Math Class
All I have to do
is close my eyes
and I can feel his lips,
the way they felt
that very first time.
I can feel the heat of them,
parting just slightly,
brushing across my cheek,
moving closer
and closer still
to my mouth,
till I can hardly breathe,
hardly bear to wait
for them to press onto mine.
All I have to do
is close my eyes.
Between Classes with Dylan
We fall into step
in the crowded hall
without even glancing
at each other,
but his little finger
finds mine,
hooking us
together,
and all the clatter
of the corridor fades away
till the only sound I can hear
is the whispering of our fingers.
In the Cafeteria
Sitting alone
with Dylan.
Eating my sandwich,
but not
tasting it.
I'm only aware of
the sparks in his eyes,
the sun in his hair
and the spot where his knee's
touching mine.
Then, over his shoulder,
I see Rachel and Grace waving at me,
grinning like pumpkins,
holding up this little sign
with "Remember us?" written on it.
In the Girls' Bathroom
"Is he a good kisser?"
Rachel asks.
"Unbelievable," I say.
And it's true.
Dylan's kisses
seem like something
much better than kissing.
It's like
I can feel them
with my whole body.
That never used to happen
when Lou kissed me.
And he's the only other boy
I've ever made out with.
"Has he tried to get to second base?"
Grace wants to know.
But the bell rings just in time.
It's Been Rachel, Grace and Me
Ever Since
That September afternoon,
when third grade had barely begun
and we were just getting
to know each other,
we skipped through
the first fallen leaves,
weaving our way through
the quiet neighborhood
to Sage Market for Häagen-Dazs bars.
That September afternoon,
when we saw the four older girls
pedaling towards us,
we didn't expect them to stop
or to leap off their bikes
and suddenly surround us.
But they did.
And we had no idea that the biggest one,
Mary Beth Butler,
who had these glinting slits for eyes,
would ask Rachel
what church she belonged to.
That September afternoon,
after Rachel mumbled, "Saint James's,"
we didn't know that Mary Beth
would ask Grace the same question,
or that Grace would squeak out,
"North-Prospect.
And it's none of your business."
But she did.
And when Mary Beth asked me the question
and I said I didn't go to church
because I was Jewish,
I didn't think she'd start shouting
at Rachel and Grace,
"Don't you know you aren't supposed
to play with anyone
who doesn't go to church?"
while her friends glared
and tightened their circle around us.
That September afternoon,
when Rachel kicked Mary Beth in the shin
and the three of us
crashed through the cage of bikes,
racing off together
across the nearest lawn,
scrambling through the hedge
and into the alley,
not stopping till we
were locked safely behind
the heavy oak of Rachel's front door,
we didn't know that we'd just become
best friends.
But we had.
Text copyright © 2001 by Sonya Sones
Excerpted from What My Mother Doesn't Know by Sonya Sones
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An utterly authentic story of first (and second and third) love, told in accessible free verse and featuring a new cover and larger trim size.
It’s not that I'm boy crazy.
It’s just that even though
I’m almost fifteen
I’ve been having sort of a hard time
trying to figure out the difference
between love and lust.
It’s like
my mind
and my body
and my heart
just don’t seem to be able to agree
on anything.
Get to know Sophie, a freshman in high school who’s struggling through the daily grind and all the crushes that come with it, as she shares her innermost thoughts and feelings in this remarkably relatable novel in verse from Sonya Sones.