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A 2020 ALA Notable Children’s Book
“The novel’s all-too-familiar scenario offers a springboard for discussion among middle schoolers…Easily grasped scenarios and short chapters help make this timely #MeToo story accessible to a wide audience.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Realistic and heartbreaking.” —BCCB
Barbara Dee explores the subject of #MeToo for the middle grade audience in this heart-wrenching—and ultimately uplifting—novel about experiencing harassment and unwanted attention from classmates.
For seventh-grader Mila, it starts with some boys giving her an unwanted hug on the school blacktop. A few days later, at recess, one of the boys (and fellow trumpet player) Callum tells Mila it’s his birthday, and asks her for a “birthday hug.” He’s just being friendly, isn’t he? And how can she say no? But Callum’s hug lasts a few seconds too long, and feels…weird. According to her friend, Zara, Mila is being immature and overreacting. Doesn’t she know what flirting looks like?
But the boys don’t leave Mila alone. On the bus. In the halls. During band practice—the one place Mila could always escape.
It doesn’t feel like flirting—so what is it? Thanks to a chance meeting, Mila begins to find solace in a new place: karate class. Slowly, with the help of a fellow classmate, Mila learns how to stand her ground and how to respect others—and herself.
From the author of Everything I Know About You, Halfway Normal, and Star-Crossed comes this timely story of a middle school girl standing up and finding her voice.
- Print length320 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Grade level4 - 8
- Lexile measure630L
- Dimensions5.13 x 0.9 x 7.63 inches
- PublisherAladdin
- Publication dateSeptember 15, 2020
- ISBN-101534432388
- ISBN-13978-1534432383
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Every day that September, the four of us escaped outdoors. The weather was warm (a little too warm for fall, if you thought about it), and the cafeteria smelled gross, like melted cheddar cheese and disinfectant. So when the bell rang for lunch, we each grabbed something fast—a container of yogurt, a bag of chips, an apple—and ran out to the blacktop, where you could play basketball or run around, or just talk with your friends and breathe actual oxygen for thirty minutes.
Today was Omi’s twelfth birthday, and we’d planned a surprise. While Max distracted her inside the cafeteria, Zara and I would run out to the blacktop and make a giant O out of pebbles. The O was my idea: her actual name was Naomi-Jacinta Duarte Chavez, but we called her Omi for short.
And the thing about Omi was that she collected things from nature—seashells, bird feathers, stones in weird shapes and colors. So first we’d give Omi a birthday hug inside the O, and then we’d give her a little red pouch of chocolate pebbles—basically M&M’s, but each one a different pebbly shape and color. It wouldn’t be some generic babyish birthday celebration, with cupcakes for the whole class, like you did in elementary school. Just something personal and private, for our friends.
But what happened was, the exact second Zara and I stepped outside, Ms. Wardak, the lunch aide, blocked us. Usually she ignored us, and we ignored her back. Although not today, for some reason.
“Why are you girls out here?” she demanded. “You’re supposed to go get lunch first.”
“We know, but it’s our friend’s birthday,” Zara said. “And we wanted to make her name out of pebbles.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Ms. Wardak’s whistle bounced on her chest.
“Just her first initial,” I said.
“Out of pebbles?” Ms. Wardak asked. “That’s a birthday present?”
Suddenly I was feeling a little sticky inside my fuzzy green sweater. We didn’t have time for this conversation. And we definitely didn’t have time to explain seventh graders, if Ms. Wardak didn’t understand things.
“It’s not the whole present,” I said quickly. “Just one little thing we wanted to do. And please, we really do need to hurry. Because our friend is coming out here any second, so.”
Ms. Wardak sighed, like she didn’t have the energy to argue that normal humans liked their presents pebble-free, and in boxes. “Fine. Just be sure you clean up the mess afterward, girls. I don’t want any basketball players to trip.”
“Oh, we won’t be anywhere near the basketball hoop,” Zara promised. “That’s kind of the opposite of where we’ll be. We’re usually over where it’s more private—”
I tugged her sleeve. Sometimes Zara didn’t keep track of time very well. And anyway, I couldn’t see a reason to share our lunchtime habits with Ms. Wardak.
We ran over to the far edge of the blacktop, where a strip of pebbles divided the ground into School and Not-School. Often during lunch my friends and I hung out here and just talked. Or sang (mostly that was Zara, who world-premiered her own compositions). Or pebble-hunted (mostly that was Omi, although sometimes me, too). One time Max and I joined a game called untag on the blacktop—not elementary school tag, but a whole different version, with crazy-complicated rules. Although usually we hung out just the four of us, because I had band right after lunch, and we wouldn’t be together the rest of the afternoon.
“Hey, Mila, look at this one—it’s literally purple!” Zara shouted at me as she crouched over the pebbles. “And ooh, this one sort of looks like an arrowhead! Or Oklahoma!”
“We don’t have time to pick individually.” I scooped up a handful of pebbles and started laying them out on the blacktop. “Come on, Zara, just help make the O.”
“All right, all right,” she pretend-grumbled. “How big?”
“I don’t know, big enough for the four of us to stand in, so it’s like an O for Omi. And also a Circle of Friendship.” I’d thought of that just now; although I couldn’t decide if it was cute or stupid.
Zara loved it. “Circle of Friendship! Oooh, that’s perfect, Mila!” She began singing. “Cir-cle of Friennndshhhii—”
“Eek, hurry! I see them coming!”
Max and Omi were scurrying toward us, dodging a basketball. I hadn’t seen it happen, but somehow, over the past minute, a game had started on the other end of the blacktop. The usual boys—Callum, Leo, Dante, and Tobias—crashing into each other. Banging the ball against the blacktop: thwump, thwump. Shouting, laughing, cheering, arguing.
“Over here!” I could hear Callum shouting at the others. His voice was always the one that reached my ears. “Here! Throw it to me!”
We finished the O just as our friends arrived.
“HAPPPYYY BIIIRRTHDAAAY!” Zara shouted, opening her arms wide. “Look, Omi, we made you an O! For your initial, and also a literal Circle of Friendship! Which was Mila’s idea,” she added, catching my eye.
Omi clapped her hands and laughed. “I love it, you guys—it’s beautiful! Thank you! I’ll treasure it always!”
“Well, maybe not always,” I said, grinning. “It’s just a temporary work of art.”
“Yeah, you know, like a sand sculpture,” Max said. His big blue eyes were shining. “Or have you ever seen a Buddhist sand mandala? They use these different colors of sand—it’s incredibly cool—and then they destroy it. On purpose.” Max’s mom was a Buddhist, so he knew all sorts of things like that.
“Huh,” Zara said. “Fascinating, Max, but a little off topic.” She pulled Omi inside the O. “Birthday hug! Everyone in!”
The four of us crowded into the O and threw our arms around each other. Because I was shorter than everyone else, I found myself in the middle of the hug, staring straight into Zara’s collarbone. I’d never noticed it before, but she had a tiny snail-shaped freckle on her neck, two shades darker than her light brown skin.
“Okay, this is great, but promise you won’t sing ‘Happy Birthday’!” Omi was giggling.
“Sorry, Omi, it’s required by headquarters,” Zara replied.
She began singing in her strong, clear alto. Still hugging, Max and I joined in, a bit off-key, but so what. We were just up to “Happy birthday, dear Oooo-mi” when something brushed my shoulders. A hand.
Suddenly we were surrounded by the basketball boys—Callum, Leo, Dante, and Tobias. They’d locked arms around us and were singing along. Well, sort of singing.
“Happy birthday to yooouuu,” Callum shouted into my hair. His breath on my neck made me shiver.
Now the song was over, but the hug was still happening, Callum’s hand clamping the fuzz of my green sweater. The basketball boys smelled like boy sweat and pizza. I told myself to breathe slowly, through my teeth.
“What are you doing, Leo?” Zara laughed, a bit too loudly. Or maybe it just felt loud because she was so close. “Who said you could join the hug?”
“Don’t be nasty—we just wanted to say happy birthday,” Leo said. “Not to you, Zara. To Omi.”
Zara flinched. It was a quick-enough flinch that maybe I was the only one who noticed. But then, I knew all about Zara’s giant crush on Leo, who had wavy, sandy-colored hair, greenish eyes, and just a few freckles. He was cute, but in a Hey, don’t you think I’m cute? sort of way.
I wriggled my shoulder, but Callum’s hand was squeezing. And not leaving.
Now I could feel my armpits getting damp.
“Well, thanks, but I’m kind of getting smooshed here,” Omi called out. “So if you guys wouldn’t mind—”
“Okay, sorry!” Leo said. “Happy birthday, Omi! Bye!”
All at once, like a flock of birds, they took off for the basketball court.
Immediately my friends and I pulled apart, and I could breathe normally again.
“Okay, that was weird,” I said, brushing boy molecules off the fuzz of my sweater.
“Oh, Mila, don’t be such a baby,” Zara said. “They were just being friendly.”
I snorted. “You think getting smooshed like that is friendly?”
“Yeah, Zara,” Max said. “You’re only saying that because you like Leo.”
Zara gave a short laugh. “All right, Max, I agree, the whole thing was incredibly awkward, but I thought it was kind of sweet. Didn’t you, Omi?”
“I don’t know, I guess,” Omi said. “Maybe.” She shrugged, but she was smiling. Also blushing.
Max’s long hair was in his face, so I couldn’t see his eyes. “Well, they wrecked the O,” he muttered.
He was right: the pebbles were scattered everywhere. No more Circle of Friendship, or O for Omi.
“Dang,” I said. “Well, we did promise Ms. Wardak we’d clear off the pebbles. So we should put them back now anyway.”
“Who’s Ms. Wardak?” Omi asked.
“You know. The lunch aide.” I started kicking the pebbles over to the edge of the asphalt, and so did Max.
“Oh, who cares about her, Mila,” Zara said impatiently. “She’s not even a teacher, and she doesn’t pay attention.” She grabbed Omi’s hand. “We have another present for you, and it’s so much better! Look!”
Zara reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out the little red sack of chocolate pebbles.
Omi screamed. “Omigod, you guys, I love these! How did you know?”
“Because we’re your best friends and we do pay attention,” Zara replied, beaming.
I almost added that they were my idea. But I decided that wouldn’t be best-friendly.
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- Publisher : Aladdin; Reprint edition (September 15, 2020)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 320 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1534432388
- ISBN-13 : 978-1534432383
- Reading age : 10 - 12 years, from customers
- Lexile measure : 630L
- Grade level : 4 - 8
- Item Weight : 7.7 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.13 x 0.9 x 7.63 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #42,716 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #25 in Children's Books on Peer Pressure (Books)
- #267 in Children's New Experiences Books
- #1,160 in Children's Friendship Books
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About the author
Barbara Dee is the author of thirteen middle grade novels published by Simon & Schuster, including 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 state and national book award lists, including the Washington Post's Best Children's Books, the ALA Notable Children's Books, the ALA Rise: A Feminist Book Project List, the ALA Rainbow List Top Ten, the NCSS-CBC Notable Social Studies Trade Books for Young People, the Bank Street Best Children's Books, and Project Lit. Barbara is one of the founders of the Chappaqua Children's Book Festival. She lives with her family, their sweet rescue dog Ripley, and naughty cat Luna, in Westchester County, NY. Look out for UNSTUCK, coming from Aladdin/S&S February, 2024, and TEAR THIS DOWN, coming from Aladdin/S&S December 2024..
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As hormones flood their bodies and transform them into young women, teen girls are not only excited and proud, they can be confused, uncertain, and intimidated. They enjoy their new grownup look and the attention that their transformation elicits. But they find that some of the attention–and pressure—is unwelcome.
This negative attention can come from girls and boys. Some girls may be both curious as well as jealous. Some boys may find themselves attracted yet don’t respond in appropriate ways that respect the girls without being predatory or intimidating.
It’s a conundrum. It is scary and humiliating. Girls want to be attractive and they want to be respected not objectified. Maybe He Just Likes You chronicles one girl’s terrifying experience of being the object of unwanted attention by the boys in her class. They design a game in which they gain points for touching Mila’s body—without her permission—and for embarrassing her or causing her to respond to their unwanted attention.
When she turns to her friends for support, they accuse her of thinking she’s imagining it and overreacting. As Mila gets increasingly overwhelmed, she turns to a school counselor for help. Unfortunately, her assigned counselor is on maternity leave. The basketball coach is serving in her place. All of the boys who are bothering Mila play on the team. Mila declines to discuss specifics with the coach so he dismisses her concerns, advising her not to be too sensitive because Boys will be boys. Coach’s relief exceeds his concern for Mila.
One of the things I appreciate about this book is that it highlights the need to educate young men on what sexual harassment is. Most of them didn’t intend to actually hurt Mila; to them, it was simply a game. One which they could laugh off. For Mila, the situation was neither funny nor trivial. It was downright scary. Humiliating.
The boys need to gain a sense of what it costs girls who are targeted and harassed. Boys must learn appropriate ways to interact without insulting or intimidating the girls in whom they are interested.
We must discard the outdated idea that if a boy likes you, he might be mean or hurtful to you. If we want boys–and men to treat girls and women better, we must teach them how. If we want girls to have agency and self-confidence, we must teach them how to set and hold boundaries. Being scary or intimidating is not a healthy way to express interest, appreciation, or relationship.
I feel that this book should be required reading for middle schoolers, their parents, and their teachers. We have minimized this kind of harassment and intimidation by boys for too long. The toll it takes on girls and women is high and it must end.
Defining, holding, and respecting boundaries is probably one of the most important life skills which we all need. Yet few of us ever receive specific training in how to establish boundaries or in how to respond to the boundary setting of others. Operating by guess just will not cut it. Everyone needs guidance and practice to refine their boundary skills to proficiency.
Adoption Attuned lens
Like all middle schoolers who face experiences described in this book, adoptees also face additional challenges around boundary setting as relates to their adoption. Puberty imposes a fuller understanding of the extent to which adoption has fully realigned their lives. Identity issues come to the forefront for all teens and are particularly complicated for adoptees. They must wrestle with the multiple strands of their identity—braiding the elements of their biology with the elements of their lives within their adopted families. Like Mila, they need support from adults who empathize and validate the challenges they face.
Mila is a fairly typical middle-schooler, though her family is facing some financial challenges due to her father leaving them several years prior and being a deadbeat dad. She has a small, but close circle of friends in Zara, Omi, and Max, has a good relationship with her mom, does okay in school, and is a talented trumpet player in the school band. Things are fine, until suddenly a group of boys start targeting her, for no apparent reason. At first, it's just standing a little too close, a hand on a shoulder, but it progresses to unwanted hugs, grabbing her butt, and making unwanted comments about her body.
Mila is angry and confused, knowing this goes beyond mere teasing or typical bullying, but she does not have the words to explain it, and doesn't want to worry her mother, who is already under a lot of stress. She tries to tell the male guidance counselor, but in her discomfort isn't able to find the right words to explain what is really going on, and he doesn't understand she is describing sexual harassment, not simple teasing. Her friend Zara implies that it's Mila's fault, that SHE must be doing something to cause the boys to target her, and worse, accuses Mila of wanting the attention, leaving Mila feeling betrayed, isolated, and without any support. Why won't they just leave her alone?
I wish this book wasn't needed, but unfortunately it so desperately is. Kids and adults alike need to understand what sexual harassment is, what it looks like at this age, and that it is NOT okay! Girls need to be empowered to speak up, and given the proper vocabulary to describe what is happening to them, boys need to understand that this kind of behavior is not okay, and adults need to learn to recognize it for what it is and take it seriously.
All too often, girls don't speak up for fear that it will get worse, or that adults won't listen, and unfortunately that is often the case on both accounts. Too many adults don't think twelve-year old boys are capable of sexual harassment, and are too quick to dismiss it as harmless teasing, with a "boys will be boys" attitude. Schools often downplay it, cover it up, blame the target, and/or expect the target to be responsible for solving the problem by changing their routine, class schedule, extra-curriculars, or transportation to avoid the aggressor rather than taking appropriate action.
This is a very age-appropriate description of sexual harassment, but the story is also well-written and engaging. I would recommend it for kids ages 10-14, their parents, and all adults who work with kids, and parents should have a discussion with their child after they have both read it. Make sure your child knows that they can tell you if this is happening to them, and that you will believe them and support them, and that this is absolutely not acceptable behavior. Help them understand the line between joking around and harassment, teach them that touching or commenting on another's body is absolutely not acceptable and will not be tolerated.
Thank you, Barbara Dee, for tackling such a tough topic in such a sensitive, age-appropriate, and eye-opening way!
Fully understand what bullying or harassment looks like and even when they do they’re not sure who to talk to. Such a great
Book for young readers . I would say 5th to 7th grade would appreciate this book
This is a novel that all students should be given the opportunity to read . . . and also adults. Mila's experiences with harrasment are ones that many people experience without even realizing it. And her fight to hold her tormentors accountable and find her own strength is one that many people don't get to experience. Bottom Line - pick up this book!