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Summary
From the award-winning author of The First Rule of Punk comes the story of four kids who form an alternative Scout troop that shakes up their sleepy Florida town.
* "Writing with wry restraint that's reminiscent of Kate DiCamillo... a beautiful tale." - Kirkus Reviews, starred review
When three very different girls find a mysterious invitation to a lavish mansion, the promise of adventure and mischief is too intriguing to pass up. Ofelia Castillo (a budding journalist), Aster Douglas (a bookish foodie), and Cat Garcia (a rule-abiding birdwatcher) meet the kid behind the invite, Lane DiSanti, and it isn't love at first sight. But they soon bond over a shared mission to get the Floras, their local Scouts, to ditch an outdated tradition. In their quest for justice, independence, and an unforgettable summer, the girls form their own troop and find something they didn't know they needed- sisterhood.
Author Notes
Celia C. Perez is the author of The First Rule of Punk , a 2018 Pura Belpre Author Honor Book; Strange Birds , a 2020 Rise- A Feminist Book Project List Selection; and Tumble , which received six starred reviews and is an NPR Best Book of 2022. She lives in Chicago with her family where, in addition to writing books about lovable weirdos and outsiders, she works as a librarian. She is originally from Miami, Florida, where roosters and peacocks really do wander the streets. Visit her at celiacperez.com.
Reviews (2)
School Library Journal Review
Gr 4--7--Lane Disanti is spending the summer with her grandmother as she tries to get used to a newly fractured family. Lane decides to create a secret club to make some friends of her own. Banking on anonymity and mystery being an enticement, she drops invitations into programming bags at the library. Three very different girls find the invitations and attend the first meeting. Ofelia Castillo is a budding 12-year-old reporter always on the hunt for the next big story. Having overprotective parents means Ofelia has little opportunity to put her sleuthing skills to good use. Aster Douglas lives with her grandpa, who homeschools her and teaches her the art of civil disobedience. She whips up culinary delights to distract her from the absence of a father who died in combat and a mother stationed in Japan. Catarina Garcia is a young ornithologist trapped by her mother's desire to see her wearing the feathery crown of the Floras, the local Scouts. The other Floras members, including her old best friend Alice, make fun of her ideas about bird preservation. The four girls learn about friendship as they grow to support one another over a common cause. This story is a wonderful look at the complex and fragile nature of friendships. Pérez skillfully examines themes of change, allowing each girl to shine, and their unique character arcs are creatively explored. VERDICT A perfect title for school and public libraries seeking realistic books about friendship.--Desiree Thomas, Worthington Library, OH
Publisher's Weekly Review
Four unique personalities form a crew with a mission in this engaging, well-plotted second novel from Peréz (The First Rule of Punk). New in Sabal Palms, Fla., and living with her grandmother during her parents' divorce, Lane DiSanti, who is white, randomly places anonymous invitations to her grandmother's opulent home, leading the recipients to form a secret scout troop, "the Ostentation of Others and Outsiders," the summer before seventh grade. Each has a personal motivation for joining the eclectic group: Ofelia Castillo, the daughter of protective Cuban immigrants, is a budding investigative journalist intent on uncovering the affluent DiSanti family's secrets; Cat Garcia, a passionate birder, wants to expose the tragic history behind a local troop's celebrated artifact but feels pressure from her Cuban-American family to fall in line; and culinary whiz Aster Douglas believes her Bahamian ancestors might have been swindled out of the DiSanti fortune. As the girls rally behind Cat's cause, important, nuanced discussions about privilege, institutional racism, and rectifying historical wrongs arise, prompting each to a deeper understanding of intersectionality and activism. Ages 9--12. Agent: Stefanie Sanchez Von Borstel, Full Circle Literary. (Sept.)
Excerpts
Excerpts
Chapter 1 The pencil Ofelia tapped against her reporter's notebook was part of a set, a last-day-of-school gift from her favorite teacher, Ms. Niggli. She'd given them to all the newspaper staffers who were moving on to middle school. Ofelia knew they were nice pencils. Not generic twelve for-two-dollars pencils. Each one was topped with a black eraser, and on its natural wood color was a quote by a man named Woody Guthrie: "All you can write is what you see." She had asked Ms. Niggli what the quote meant, and Ms. Niggli had answered in the way teachers do. "What do you think it means?" Ofelia hoped it didn't mean that all you could write was, literally, what you saw. Woody Guthrie had obviously never lived in Sabal Palms, Florida. What she saw outside the window of her mother's car on that first Monday morning of summer break was the same thing she saw every Monday morning. There was Doña Amalia from next door wheeling her overflowing blue recycling bin across her driveway. The wheels crunched over gravel as she struggled to drag it. Once at the curb, she opened the lid and pulled out the topmost object. Then she aimed it at Chucho. Chucho was a rooster that had shown up one day after a tropical storm battered their town. He moved into the tree in front of Doña Amalia's house and never left. Someone on their street--no one remembers who--named him "Chucho," and it stuck. Chucho had the prettiest burnt-orange feathers, but his handsomeness didn't outweigh his bad habits. The rooster pooped on cars when Doña Amalia had company parked out front. And if that wasn't bad enough, he crowed all day, like his internal alarm clock was out of whack, drawing the wrath not just of Ofelia's neighbor, but of the entire street. As a rinsed-out can of Goya black beans flew through the air, it occurred to Ofelia that the only thing that really changed from week to week was the item Doña Amalia threw at the bird with all the strength her seventy-something-year old arm could muster. The can missed its mark but startled the rooster who flew from his perch, squawking angrily as he strutted down the street. Ofelia watched her mom make her way toward the car, purse hanging on her right shoulder, keys in hand. "Dale, Doña Amalia!" Mrs. Castillo called out. "If you hit that bird, I'll make arroz con gallo for us." Ha-ha, Ofelia thought. She pulled off her glasses and wiped them on her T-shirt. She didn't need them to see that the two women were now laughing like it was the first time her mom had made that joke. She held up the pencil to her nose and inhaled the cedar scent. It smelled like an amazing story. It smelled like the truth. That , she realized, was all she could write. And that was what would win the Qwerty Sholes Journalism Contest. Five lucky seventh-graders from around the country were picked each year to attend a summer journalism camp in New York City. Winning the contest not only meant being recognized for her writing. It meant going away without her parents and proving to them, once and for all, that she could be responsible and independent. But as she watched Doña Amalia push down the contents of her recycling bin, close the lid, and head back up her driveway, she saw her Qwerty Sholes dreams circling the drain. Ofelia sighed and looked at the blank page. "Let me remind you that you are not to write anything in your little notebook," Mrs. Castillo said, settling into the driver's seat and glancing in Ofelia's direction. "Nothing you see, nothing you hear." "What kinds of things might I see or hear that I shouldn't write about?" She wiggled her eyebrows at her mom. "Ni una palabra, Ofelia," Mrs. Castillo warned again. "None of your Nancy Drew business." "Nancy Drew is a sleuth," Ofelia said. "She looks for clues to solve mysteries. I'm a journalist. I look for stories to write." "Hmm," Mrs. Castillo said. "Both sound nosy to me." Ofelia thought about what her mother said. She knew that she wanted to be a journalist when she learned about the muckrakers in social studies class. In the late-nineteenth and early-twentieth centuries, journalists like Ida B. Wells, Nellie Bly, and Ida Tarbell exposed corruption. They noticed injustices and then, through their stories, forced the world to notice them too. Ms. Niggli said no one really used the term muckraker anymore, that today they call them investigative journalists. Still, Ofelia relished the idea of raking the muck off and exposing things. Like raking the tomato sauce off the "meatballs" in the school cafeteria and exposing them for the textured vegetable protein balls they really were. Or like the topic of her very first story in the second grade--an exposé on the three wise men--after she caught her parents, not los Reyes Magos, leaving gifts for her on January 6. It made her wonder what else the adults in her life were hiding. Maybe she could be Nancy Drew and Ida B. Wells all in one. She certainly didn't want to be a Lois Lane type of journalist who didn't even realize that Clark Kent was Superman wearing glasses. "But what am I supposed to do there all summer, Ma?" Ofelia asked, struggling to keep from whining. In books and movies, summer break meant spending your days outside looking for adventures. Her friend Andrea was flying alone to visit her cousins in California, and then she was going to sleepaway camp. Ofelia, on the other hand, got to go to work with her mom. She squirmed with embarrassment and wondered how many twelve-year-olds had parents as overprotective as hers. She knew kids who were unsupervised after school and during the summer and went to the movies with friends, not with their parents. "When I was a little girl in Cuba, we would make a whole game out of an empty box," Mrs. Castillo said, proudly. "You can help me if you need something to do. I'm going to be very busy with the preparations for the Floras Centennial." "Just point me to the nearest box, please," Ofelia said with fake enthusiasm. "Bueno, read, be bored," Mrs. Castillo said. "It's not the worst thing in the world." Ofelia stuck the pencil in her mouth and bit down so hard the thin glossy coat over the word can cracked between her teeth. It was as if even the pencil had known she was doomed. Being bored, being stuck in an old, dusty house all summer, those were the absolute worst things in the world. Ofelia pressed the steely gray lead of her pencil against the page and wrote: Dead Body Found at DiSanti Mansion. Boredom Sought for Questioning. By Ofelia Castillo Excerpted from Strange Birds: A Field Guide to Ruffling Feathers by Celia C. Pérez 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.