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Summary
Summary
A funny, relatable middle school drama about two Colombian American girls who have always been BFFs--until sixth grade turns everything upside down.
Luchy Zapata is starting middle school, and she's muy excited. She and her two best friends, Cami and Mateo, will finally be at the same school. Luchy and Mateo will be in art class together, and she and Cami can try out for the same soccer team! As long as they're all together, Luchy can handle anything.
But Cami has been acting weird ever since she got back from visiting family in Colombia. She's making new, "cool" friends who just seem mean. And suddenly, everything about Luchy and Mateo is too immature for her.
Luchy is determined to help Cami remember how special their friendship is. They've been BFFs their whole lives, and that can't just disappear in a poof of glitter! But...what if Cami doesn't even want to be friends anymore?
Author Notes
Alexandra Alessandri is the award-winning author of The Enchanted Life of Valentina Mejía ; Grow Up, Luchy Zapata ; Isabel and Her Colores Go to School ; and Feliz New Year, Ava Gabriela! . The daughter of Colombian immigrants, she is also a former associate professor of English, a writer for Curriculum Associates, and a poet. Alexandra lives in Florida with her husband and son.
Reviews (2)
School Library Journal Review
Gr 3--7--Alessandri's sophomore middle grade novel is sure to be a favorite among preteens as they recognize themselves in Luchy, Cami, and Mateo. This year the trio is headed for sixth grade, and it is the first time they will all be at the same school. They've dreamed of this day ever since they can remember, but during the summer they spent apart, Cami experienced some life-changing events while visiting family in Colombia that lead to her separating herself from Luchy and Mateo. When she returns, she suddenly seems distant and more grown up than Luchy. As a result, jealous rivalry flares its head, and feelings are hurt. Readers will find Luchy endearing and sympathize with her attempts to reconnect with Cami. Mateo is wise beyond his years and a supportive friend to the girls. Set in Miami, this coming-of-age novel deftly weaves Colombian American culture throughout a universally relatable storyline of shifting friendships. VERDICT This realistic friendship tale will be a sure hit with tweens; a must-have for all elementary and middle school libraries.--Beth Brentlinger
Publisher's Weekly Review
Colombian American 11-year-old Luchy Zapata is thrilled to be starting middle school in Miami with her best friends Cami and Mateo. But since returning from her summer trip to Colombia, Cami has been acting distant and seems concerned with projecting a more mature image. With their once-easy friendship now marred by "awkwardness full of sharp edges," Luchy--with the help of dependable Mateo--tries to win back her friend. She makes a scrapbook celebrating their shared history and even attempts to modify her style with makeup and "cool" clothes. She eventually joins Cami on the middle school soccer team, certain that doing so will give them more time together and thus fix everything (it might also make Luchy's soccer-obsessed papi proud). But when Luchy's cleats go missing on the day of tryouts--and she realizes that Cami is the only other person who knows her locker combination--Luchy vows vengeance. Told via thoughtful and confidently rendered narration, this sincere tale of diverging friendship by Alessandri (The Enchanted Life of Valentina Mejía) is augmented by organically layered subplots surrounding Luchy's feelings of disconnect from her Colombian heritage and her steadfast friendship with Mateo. Ages 8--12. Agent: Deborah Warren, East West Literary (July)
Excerpts
Excerpts
Chapter 1 1 It's a well-known fact that Colombians living outside the motherland will find a way toward each other like magnets. Like now. Mami and I stand beside a glass case filled with cakes, pastries, and breads at the grocery store. All we have to do is pick up my birthday cake. That's it. Easy-peasy, right? Wrong. We hear them first, the other Colombians. It's the singsong of the accent, the lilt of speech, only this time it's loud, like a super annoying woodpecker. It comes from the mom in front of us who's trying to calm her crying toddler while grabbing her other daughter's arm to keep her from sprinting away. Mami pauses, her eyes going all round and doe-like as she smiles at them. But I don't have time for it today. I tug at her shirt. "Focus, please. My party starts in--" I glance at my watch. "Thirty minutes. Cami is probably already waiting for me. I can not be late to my own party!" I give her my most Edvard Munch silent scream to prove my point. She clucks her tongue. "Ay, qué dramática." As if me not wanting to ruin my birthday party by being late is dramatic, but whatever. Mission accomplished. She turns her back on the mom with the kids and flags the attendant behind the counter. Within seconds, I'm staring at my Hello Kitty cake, with white puffy meringue frosting, a rainbow hugging its sides, and HAPPY 11TH BIRTHDAY, LUCHY! spelled out in bright red letters. It's the most beautiful creation I've ever seen. And, between you and me, the best part is the sweet gooey guava filling inside. My mouth waters at the thought. Seven minutes later (but who's counting?) we're striding back out into the bright Miami morning and toward our car. Out here, the sky stretches out in a perfect periwinkle blanket. As we head home, I drum my fingers against my legs and press my forehead against the window. Houses and cars blur past me but we're still several blocks away. "My goodness, mija." Mami glances over at me. "Cálmate. We'll be there soon." My house isn't too far, but every second feels eternal as I count the beats between now and when I'll see my BFF for the first time since the start of summer. It's been a long two and a half months without Cami, but that doesn't matter now. It's my birthday, the weather is fantabulous, and soon, the Wonder Twins will finally be back together again. "You nervous about tomorrow?" Mami asks, pulling into our community. I shrug. "A little, I guess." Tomorrow is the start of middle school. Sixth grade feels scary, like the deep end of the pool when you're just learning how to swim. What if I sink? Papi keeps telling me we'll all be in the same fishbowl, and Mami keeps reminding me that Cami and Mateo will be with me. Power in numbers and all that. But part of me can't help worrying. I know I won't technically be alone. We got lucky--magnet schools are lottery based but all three of us were accepted into the same program and we have some classes together. Still, what if I have no one to sit with at lunch? What if no one else wants to be friends with me? Then there's the possibility of getting lost. My new school is three times as big as my old one and that's kind of terrifying. Mami pulls into a spot by the pool entrance and turns to me. "It'll be fine. You'll see. Sixth grade will be an amazing year." I hope so. Papi and my abuelita are already by the pool when we get there. Abui, as I like to call her, is pinning balloons underneath the table umbrellas. Between them, a giant banner with streamers reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCHY! in big block letters and, in smaller ones underneath, ¡ADIÓS, SUMMER! Mami places the cake box beneath the shade of one umbrella and looks up at the sky. "The weather is perfect. God's really shining down on you, amorcito." I follow Mami's gaze. When she suggested having a birthday celebration at our community's pool, I panicked. Summers in Miami are moody. August is hot, muggy, and smack in the middle of hurricane season. What if it poured? What if a hurricane came? What if there were so many bugs, we didn't make it out alive? But so far, only a couple of clouds play hide-and-seek with the sun. Maybe it's a sign sixth grade will be perfect. I'll take it. Papi stands by the grill, poking the charcoal to life. "Looo-chee, mi Luchy," he sings when he sees us. "¿Cómo está la cumpleañera?" I can't help but grin back. "This birthday girl is muy excited." He throws his head back and laughs, deep and hard. "We really need to work on your Spanish. Remind me again why I didn't force you to take it in school?" "Because you love me." "Sí, sí." He shakes his head and plops some patties on the grill. "Maybe we should send you to Colombia for the summer like Cami. I'm sure you'd learn that way." My eyes widen. "That's not funny." It's always the same thing. I'm going to send you to your tía so you can loosen that tongue . Or, Maybe we should just move to Colombia. Listen to you--you can't even follow a conversation. Abui's usually the one who comments on my lack of Spanish-speaking abilities the most, but every so often, Papi and Mami start in on me. Maybe if I could've gone with Cami, it wouldn't have been that bad, but a whole summer by myself in a country where no one speaks English? No, thanks. I can understand most Spanish, but not whole conversations where it sounds like everyone's afraid they'll run out of words. A loud squeal followed by "LUCHY!" makes me whirl around, and all thoughts about Spanish disappear in a poof. Cami gets out of her car and runs toward me, her dark waves trailing behind her like a mermaid under water. In her hands is a gift wrapped in Hello Kitty paper with a big, pink bow on top. "Cami!" I run to greet her. She gives me my present and then hugs me. Before she left, I was taller than her. Now, she's taller than me . "I missed you so much," she says. "I wish you could've come with me." Cami spent the summer in Manizales, a small city high in the Andes Mountains of Colombia. Here's a fun fact: Not only are both our families Colombian, but they come from the same place there. My uncle was friends with her grandfather. It makes us practically primas--that's Spanish for cousins--and that's even better than being BFFs. "I missed you, too," I say, putting her gift on a table. "I can't wait to hear all about it. Was it torture?" Cami twists her hair to her side. "Of course not! I mean, I was a little scared about earthquakes, but I had a lot of fun. We went on a road trip and got to see some really cool places." She pauses, her eyes twinkling. "And there was this super cute boy. He was my abuela's neighbor." I wrinkle my nose. "Ew." It's not that I don't like boys. I love racing them at recess. Or playing soccer with them. Or chasing them through a game of tag. Though I'm the youngest in my grade, I'm also one of the tallest, and I'm skinnier than many of the boys, which gives me a speed advantage. And, well, sure--I do like my other best friend, Mateo. He's the only boy who never makes me feel bad for being so athletic. He thinks it's cool and that makes me think he's cool. But I don't like him, like him, and you wouldn't catch me dead going googly-eyed and giggly over him. Cami says, "Ay, Luchy. Middle school will be totally different. Just wait until tomorrow." That makes me smile. "I can't believe we're finally going to be in the same school." We've been friends since we were two, when our moms met on an afternoon walk and gravitated toward each other. But even though we're in the same grade, we've never gone to the same school together. Cami went private at Our Lady of Lourdes while I went public. But now, we'll be together with Mateo. It can't get any better than that! "I know, right?" She extends her fist. "Wonder Twins..." "... Activate!" I finish, bumping my fist to hers. We open our hands and wiggle our fingers, then twirl and shake our butts. By the time we're done with our signature handshake, we're falling over ourselves giggling. "Glad to see you two being as silly as ever," Cami's mom says, coming to stand beside us. "Hi, Señora Ramirez," I say, grinning. "Feliz cumpleaños, Luchy." Señora Ramirez gives me a kiss on the cheek before striding over to my parents and grandmother. Then, another car door slams behind us, and Mateo bounds across the grass. He reminds me of Tigger from Winnie-the-Pooh, all leaps and bounces. Only, instead of being orange with stripes all over, because that would just be weird, he has a deep tan from the long summer days we spent at the pool. His black hair is short on one side and long on the other, his messy strands sticking up every which way. In third grade, Mateo moved into our neighborhood, and the three of us became instant friends. Outside of school, we do everything together. Well, almost everything. Mateo visits his family in Chile often, so usually, he's the one gone for the summer. Mateo grins at both of us. "?'Sup, Princesa," he says to Cami, then to me, "?'Sup, Nucita." We got our nicknames like this: Mateo always messed with Cami for having the same name as pop princess Camila Cabello and for being bossy. I got mine after a Colombian treat I gave him once, Nucita, a creamy milk, chocolate, and hazelnut flavored candy that's better than Nutella. And I gave Mateo the nickname Tigre, after Radamel Falcao--one of Colombia's best soccer players--because Mateo is awesome on the field. "What took you so long?" I demand. "Hey, Tigre," Cami says, bumping his shoulder. "You finally grew, huh?" Before Cami left for the summer, Mateo was still the shortest of the three of us, but over the summer, he stretched like taffy. He's as tall as me now, which makes our one-on-one soccer matches way more even. This summer, we spent hours on the grassy field behind our houses, pretending we were playing Chile versus Colombia, before cooling off in the pool. "Couldn't let you get all the glory," he shoots back. He hands me a card and says, "Here. My parents went to grab some ice." "Vamos," Cami squeals. "Open your presents." She pulls me by the arm to where I'd dropped off her gift. You don't have to tell me twice. She stands there, her face lit up in expectation as I tear through Hello Kitty's big head. When I'm done, I'm staring at a silver case with a sparkly buckle. I glance at her. "What's this?" "It's an alien from outer space," Mateo says. "Shut up," Cami laughs. Then, to me, "Open it." I unclasp the buckle and flip open the lid. It takes me a moment to figure out what the rows and rows of colorful squares are. Makeup. My BFF bought me makeup for my birthday when she knows I don't like it, that I prefer my colors on paper or clothes, not on my face. I look around, trying to figure out if she hid my real present--maybe a new sketchbook and colored pencils--somewhere else. But there's nothing here except a case full of makeup. Disappointment wells up in my belly, but I plaster on a smile. "Thanks," I say, hoping it sounds sincere and not forced. "But you know my parents don't let me wear this." "They have to," Cami says confidently. "It's hecho en Colombia. They'll have to say yes if it's from there, right?" "Maybe." I'm not convinced. Mami and Papi might be all Colombia this, Colombia that, but the no-makeup rule is stickier than arequipe. And that caramel spread is definitely sticky. "Why do you need to paint your faces?" Mateo asks. "It makes you look all weird." I'm glad he's saying it, not me. Cami huffs, putting her hands on her hips. "We're señoritas now and young ladies wear makeup." "But why?" Mateo insists. "Because we do," Cami says. "Well, it's a stupid rule." Before Cami can retort, Mami walks over. "Oh, we're opening presents?" She stares at the box in front of me and raises an eyebrow. "Let me guess. From Cami?" Cami beams at my mother. Mami smiles. "Thank you, Cami. Not for school, but..." She glances at Papi, then at me. "We can talk to your father about trying it out for special occasions. If you want to." I don't. But I'm not about to admit that in front of Cami. So I smile and say, "Okay." "You're getting so big. Eleven. Middle school." She swipes at her eyes. "Where is the time going?" "Maaamiii," I groan. "Don't get all mushy on me." Mami laughs, plants a kiss on my head, and walks away. I push Cami's makeup kit out of my thoughts. Weird or not, it's a nice thought. Next, I open Mateo's card, which is handmade. The outside has a drawing of me and my soccer ball, comic-book style, with the words Get a KICK outta your birthday, Luchy! at the top. Like me, Mateo loves art, though his style is different from mine. Mine's all bold, bright, and geometric, like my favorite artist, Romero Britto, while Mateo's is full of action, word bubbles, and darker colors, like the DC Comics he's obsessed with. Inside, there's a gift card for Books & Books, and I know exactly what I'll be buying with the money. "This is amazing!" I tell him. "I can finally get The Curse of the Vampire Unicorn ! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Cami's face falls slightly and I feel instantly guilty, so I pull her and Mateo into a group hug. "This is all perfect. You guys are the best." Cami giggles, and Mateo groans. Just as it should be. I let them go and glance between them, feeling a surge of warmth. With them by my side, anything is possible. Even middle school. "Last one to the pool is a rotten egg!" I say. I slip off my shorts and T-shirt and race toward the water in my swimsuit. Cami and Mateo follow behind, trying to outrun me. But I'm faster. I reach the edge and jump in with my legs and arms tucked into a tight ball. "CANNONBALL!" I shout just before I hit the water. The splash is ginormous. Maybe sixth grade will be like today, surrounded by friends and diving into the deep end of the pool. Maybe I won't sink, and instead, I'll shoot straight up and break the surface. Excerpted from Grow up, Luchy Zapata by Alexandra Alessandri All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.