Trauma Queen by Barbara Dee (English) Paperback Book

Description: Trauma Queen by Barbara Dee Marigold hopes her familys move gives her a fresh start to make friends at her new school, but her hopes are dashed when her performance-artist mother gets a job as the new drama teacher. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Every tween girl knows what its like to have a mom who can be a little embarrasing at times. But for Marigold, it goes way beyond embarrassing. Marigolds single mom is a performance artist, meaning she stages dramatic, wacky performances to express her personal beliefs. Things like wrapping herself in saran wrap for a piece on plastic surgery, or inviting people over in the middle of the night to videotape her sleeping. In fact, Marigolds moms performances caused such a ruckus in their last town that the two of them, along with Marigolds little sister, have just had to move. Now Marigolds starting a new school, missing her best friend like crazy, and trying to fit in all over again in the shadow of a mom whos famous for all the wrong reasons. As if thats not bad enough, Marigolds mom takes on a new job--teaching drama at Marigolds school! Now all the kids know instantly just how weird her mom is, and Marigolds worried shell never be able to have a friendship that can survive her mother. Author Biography Barbara Dee is the author of fourteen middle grade novels including Unstuck, Haven Jacobs Saves the Planet, Violets Are Blue, My Life in the Fish Tank, Maybe He Just Likes You, Everything I Know About You, Halfway Normal, and Star-Crossed. Her books have earned several starred reviews and have been named to many best-of lists, including The Washington Posts Best Childrens Books, the ALA Notable Childrens Books, the ALA Rise: A Feminist Book Project List, the NCSS-CBC Notable Social Studies Trade Books for Young People, and the ALA Rainbow List Top Ten. Barbara lives with her family, including a naughty cat named Luna and a sweet rescue hound named Ripley, in Westchester County, New York. Review "Funny, quirky and touching, with characters that leap off the page and into your heart. TRAUMA QUEEN gives us a mother-daughter relationship that will make you laugh, groan and cheer. Barbara Dee has mastered the knack of letting her characters be true to themselves and shine." --Julia DeVillers"TRAUMA QUEEN made me giggle, cringe and cheer! With a main character you can root for, humor that will make you laugh out loud, poignant drama that tugs at your heart, and performance art galore, this story perfectly captures middle school family and friend dynamics. Bravo!" --Erin Dionne"Totally funny, refreshingly realistic look on a crazy middle school life.Trauma Queen by Barbara Dee is an easy read, filled with humor and relatable scenarios. Be sure to pick up a copy to discover how Marigolds crazy story unfolds." --Girls Life MagazineMarigolds mom is a performance artist, and she tends to stir things up everywhere they go. Marigold is determined that this time, shell keep a low profile at her new school. she might actually succeed, too, but then her mom decides to teach...at her new school. What mayhem will her mom cause this tme? A laugh-out-loud look at family and friendship. --Jan Fields, Discovery Girls Magazine April/May 2011"Marigold experiences the shifting allegiances and infighting among her classmates but in the end makes friends and comes to appreciate her over-the-top mother, with help from her wise and supportive grandmother. Often funny, the story also shows how looking at people in a new light can change ones opinion of them." --School Library Journal "Terrific . . .smart and very funny" --Nell Minow Review Quote "TRAUMA QUEEN made me giggle, cringe and cheer! With a main character you can root for, humor that will make you laugh out loud, poignant drama that tugs at your heart, and performance art galore, this story perfectly captures middle school family and friend dynamics. Bravo!" --Erin Dionne Excerpt from Book Trauma Queen Sleepwalking I am standing outside homeroom in yellow flannel monkey pajamas. Everyone else is dressed normally: jeans, track pants, sweaters, whatever. Apparently because today, Monday, February 23, is not Pajama Day at Crampton Middle School. Also apparently I am the only one who is celebrating Pajama Day, because I am the only one whose mother told her it was Pajama Day. After using the New Student Information Packet to line a dog crate for this one-eared beagle shes babysitting. "Hey, Marigold," some girl across the hall is calling. "Thats your name, right? Um, no offense, but why are you in your pjs?" I dont answer. Thats because my ears are burning and my eyebrows are sweating. Its hard to say something casual and jokey like whoops, silly me with sweaty eyebrows. I dig my thumbnails into my palms, but Im not waking up. Now this buzz-cut-headed eighth-grade boy is starting to laugh. And point. "Yo, New Girl. Yeah, you. Did you forget something? Like getting dressed?" Thats it; Im done. I escape from homeroom. My poofy blue bedroom slippers skid on the waxy floor. "Excuse me, no running," some office lady calls out from down the hallway. Which is when I start to run, seeing a mob of giggling girls turning the corner and coming toward me. I bang open the door to the girls room and hide myself in a stall. Then I yank my cell phone out of my backpack and speed-dial Mom. It rings five times. Six times means Ill get her voice mail, which means shell never get my message, because she doesnt ever check her voice mail. Pick up, I pray. Pick up, pickuppickuppickup. "Hello?" she finally shouts. "Marigold?" Then a truck honks. Right in my ear. "Mom?" I say. "Oh, sweetheart, whats wrong? Are you okay?" "No." I wipe my sweaty face on my flannel arm. "Im wearing pajamas." "I know. Those cute monkey ones." "Because you said it was Pajama Day." "Right, it is. I read it in the packet." "Except it isnt." "Its not Pajama Day? Are you sure? The first day of--what do they call it? Spirit Week?" I can hear dogs barking now. She must be downtown with her Morning Walkers. "No, its not," I say loudly. "Im the only one in the entire school wearing pjs. I look like a total dork." "Im sure you dont, baby." "Im sure I do. Im coming home." "Oh, Mari. You cant." "Why not?" "Because you just got there five minutes ago." Thats so illogical I cant even argue. "Okay, then can you please bring me some other clothes?" "Yes, of course." She shouts this over yapping and arfing dogs. "But youre going to have to wait a few minutes." "How come?" "Because Im not home. Im at least a mile away, with three of my Walkers. And Im supposed to pick up two new greyhounds by eight oclock." "But this is a major emergency." I check my watch: three minutes until homeroom. "Cant the greyhounds wait?" "Oh, come on now, Mari," she says in a voice meant to be soothing. Except you cant soothe when youre shouting; it kind of spoils the effect. "So youre wearing pajamas. Have fun with it; improvise. Pretend youre sleepwalking." "What?" "See where it takes you. Think of it as a costume." "I dont wear costumes." "Oh, sure you do, baby. We all do. Every single day." "Mom," I say. "Can we please not have a big philosophical discussion about this?" "Sorry." A truck honks. "Well, look at it this way. At least youll be comfortable." Thats when the door to the girls room creaks open. I can hear the sound of heels on the floor tiles, and then the sharp click of someone locking another stall door. "Just listen to me, okay?" I whisper desperately into my cell. "I wont be comfortable. Ill be the opposite of comfortable. Ill be traumatized for the entire rest of my life. Just please, please bring me different clothes. Please. Im begging you." She processes. A dog arfs. Finally she says, "All right, Ill be there in a few minutes. BEEZER, SIT. Im not fooling, buddy. SIT. Good dog." "Mom? MOM?" "Just try to hang in there, Mari, okay? First I need to get the greyhounds." The line goes dead, as if everythings settled. Whatever; at least I got through to her. Mom usually does better in person, but even then, normal back-and-forth conversations are definitely not her strong point. I leave my stall and check myself out in the mirror. Great. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes look huge and freaked-out, and my wavy brown hair is damp and limp. Plus, of course, theres the jammie issue. Cant forget that. I drown my face in freezing water, then crank out some paper towel. The other bathroom user shuffles her feet. Which, I suddenly notice, are in pointy-toe black leather boots. Scary boots. Get-out-of-my-face boots. I cram the paper towel into the trash can. "Well, bye," I call out, so that at least Pointy Boots knows that I realize shes an earwitness. "See you, Marigold," Pointy Boots answers in a quiet, amused sort of voice. Details ISBN1442409231 Author Barbara Dee Short Title TRAUMA QUEEN ORIGINAL/E Pages 272 Edition Description Original Language English ISBN-10 1442409231 ISBN-13 9781442409231 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Audience Age 9-13 Year 2011 Publication Date 2011-04-19 Imprint Aladdin Place of Publication New York, NY Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2011-04-19 NZ Release Date 2011-04-19 US Release Date 2011-04-19 UK Release Date 2011-04-19 Illustrations f-c cvr w- no SFX; gloss Publisher Simon & Schuster Series mix Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 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