Sofía Acosta Makes a Scene - Hardcover

Otheguy, Emma

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0593372638 ISBN 13: 9780593372630

Verlag: Knopf Books for Young Readers, 2022

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A poignant, coming of age story about a Cuban-American girl trying to figure out where she belongs--both in her ballet-loving family and the wider world. Perfect for fans of Front Desk and Merci Suárez Changes Gears.

It’s a good thing Sofía Acosta loves dreaming up costumes, because otherwise she’s a ballet disaster—unlike her parents, who danced under prima ballerina Alicia Alonso before immigrating to the suburbs of New York. Luckily, when the Acostas host their dancer friends from Cuba for a special performance with the American Ballet Theatre, Sofía learns there’s more than dance holding her family together. Between swapping stories about Cuba and sharing holiday celebrations, the Acostas have never been more of a team.
         Then Sofía finds out about the dancers’ secret plans to defect to the United States, and makes a serious mistake—she confides in her best friend, only to discover that Tricia doesn't want "outsiders" moving to their community. Now Sofía wonders what the other neighbors in her tight-knit suburban town really think of immigrant families like hers. Sofía doesn’t want to make a scene, but if she doesn’t speak up, how will she figure out if her family really belongs? 
 

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Emma Otheguy is the author of the middle-grade novel Silver Meadows Summer (Knopf, 2019) and the bilingual picture book Martí's Song for Freedom (Lee & Low, 2017) which received five starred reviews, was named a Best Book of the Year by Kirkus Reviews, School Library Journal, and the New York Public Library. She co-authored The Unicorn Rescue Society: The Madre de Aguas of Cuba with Adam Gidwitz (Dutton 2020), and her most recent publication is her contribution to the new Carmen Sandiego universe, Secrets of the Silver Lion (HMH 2020).

Emma holds a Ph.D. in History from New York University, where she focused on colonial Latin America, and graduated from Swarthmore College, sold books at an independent bookstore, and taught elementary-school Spanish. She lives in New York City with her family. Visit her online at emmaotheguy.com.

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CHAPTER ONE

Tricia and I are holding left pinkies under our desks, which always works. It’s how we managed to be the only fifth graders to have been in the same class every single year of elementary school: we held left pinkies under the desks whenever a teacher talked about the next year. Now it’s Thursday after school and Mrs. Kalinack, the school secretary, is visiting our classroom to talk about the epic party she’s organizing for our teacher, Mr. Fallon. Mr. Fallon is from Ireland but has been teaching at Pine Hill Elementary for years. Over the summer, he became a United States citizen. Mrs. Kalinack says that means he belongs in the country as much as anyone who was born here, and he has new rights and responsibilities. That’s the boring part.

The exciting part is that our school is going to throw a big party to congratulate him. There are going to be flag cupcakes and red-white-and-blue decorations, and the gym will hardly look like a school gym by the time we finish. Mrs. Kalinack is assigning the fifth graders to committees, and Tricia and I are trying to get on the Decorations Committee together. That’s the best one. (Some people are going to be assigned to the Cleanup Committee. Those are kids who don’t believe in left pinkies, even though we told everyone else to try it. We’re nice that way.)

Mr. Fallon has no idea what we’re planning; the party is going to be a complete surprise. Mrs. Kalinack has come up with all sorts of excuses to keep Mr. Fallon away while we work on the party, and everyone who volunteers is going to have to meet during some lunch periods and stay late after school a few times. This is exciting, because usually after school I have to pick up my little brother, Manuel, from the second/third-grade door and walk him home so we can both do our homework and get ready for ballet class. If Tricia and I are on the Decorations Committee together, we’ll get to hang out after school, and maybe my older sister, Regina, will have to pick up Manuel for a change.

“Tricia Rivera--you applied for the Decorations Committee. No problem,” Mrs. Kalinack says. Tricia squeals and lets go of my pinky to hug Stella, who is sitting on the other side of us and already got picked for captain of the Decorations Committee. But as soon as she and Stella finish hugging and cheering, along with Abdul and Lucas, who are also on the Decorations Committee, Tricia turns back and links pinkies with me.

Mrs. Kalinack is going through all the names in reverse alphabetical order to be fair to people with Z names, so it takes forever to get to me. “Sofía Acosta,” she says finally, “you applied for the Decorations Committee.”

“Yep,” I say confidently.

“Aren’t you going to be very busy with The Nutcracker the next few weeks?”

Tricia and I look at each other, and she shakes her head. She knows what I’m thinking. There are four other kids in the fifth grade who do ballet, including Tricia. But teachers only worry about how much time it will take me, because my parents are performing arts teachers at the high school and my older sister is practically a professional and, well, the Acosta family is a big part of The Nutcracker in this town. But I do The Nutcracker every year. Mr. Fallon is only going to become a United States citizen once. I definitely want to do the Decorations Committee with Tricia. I tell Mrs. Kalinack that, but she purses her lips.

“We already have several volunteers for Decorations. But the History and Contexts Committee is a little thin. It’s just Laura, the captain. No one else has signed up.”

That’s because Laurita is only interested in two things: softball and protests. If you work with her at school, she’ll give you an earful about the polar ice caps melting or make you listen to her talk about batting statistics.

“I won’t let ballet get in the way,” I promise Mrs. Kalinack. “And I bet I could help make the gym look really nice. . . .”

Tricia drops my pinky, as if she already knows it’s over.

Mrs. Kalinack doesn’t even respond. “That’s decided, then: Sofía’s working with Laura. Our meeting times are on the schedules I emailed to your parents. Remember, don’t tell Mr. Fallon! You have no idea the time I’ve had making sure he isn’t around during our meetings, so no one give it away.”

Around me, chairs scrape against the floor as people get up and grab their backpacks. Everyone is talking and making plans with the other kids in their groups, but I’m just sitting there.

“I guess you should go talk to Laura,” Tricia says. “It’ll probably be an interesting committee--didn’t Mrs. Kalinack say the History and Contexts people were going to put up, like, an exhibit around the gym?”

My eyes sting and I can’t think of anything to say. Tricia and I have been talking about the Decorations Committee since we first found out about this party. We were going to make foam cutouts of every state and then decorate them with sequins and rhinestones so the gym would sparkle. I pack up my backpack and wait around for everyone to leave, and then I shuffle up to Mrs. Kalinack.

“You don’t want to miss your bus.” Mrs. Kalinack tucks her papers into a folder and puts Mr. Fallon’s stool back in the corner where he usually keeps it.

“I’m a walker, remember?” I only live two blocks from the school. “I wanted to talk to you about my assignment--you see, I’m pretty good at sewing and crafts and stuff. The Decorations Committee might need my help.”

Mrs. Kalinack pulls down her reading glasses. I’ve known Mrs. Kalinack since kindergarten, and that isn’t a good sign. She does not like excuses. Come to school late without a note and that’s the end of you. My face gets hot the minute she pulls off those glasses.

“Sofía Acosta, what grade are you in now?”

“Umm, fifth?” This seems obvious.

“Don’t you think that by fifth grade individuals should be mature enough that they don’t complain about not getting their first choice of everything? Just imagine Sarah Zimmerman; she never gets to pick first, and do you see her complaining?”

“Well, she got to pick first today, actually--”

I think smoke might actually come out of Mrs. Kalinack’s nose soon. She’s breathing like an angry dragon. Between that and the glasses, I know it’s time to drop it.

“Sofía, no more complaints from you. Besides, isn’t Laura Sánchez your neighbor? It’ll be much easier for the two of you to work together, and you’ll need to do some things outside of school; that was part of the agreement when you signed up to help plan the party.”

Mrs. Kalinack swings her messenger bag over her shoulder and gathers up her folder. She holds open the door for me.

Outside, everyone is lining up for buses or looking for their friends and heading to the playground. I have to go to the second/third-grade door to get Manuel before he finds like six playdates for Friday, which is the only day we don’t have ballet. My mom says everyone is always welcome at our house, which means I get stuck walking home half the third grade on Fridays, and playing with them all afternoon to boot.

As I walk toward the little kids’ door, I pass Tricia climbing into her mom’s SUV.

“See you at ballet!” Tricia calls.

I’ve been telling Tricia’s mom that Tricia should just walk home with Manuel and me on weekdays, but her mom never...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Knopf Books for Young Readers
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2022
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593372638
• ISBN 13: 9780593372630
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 288
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