Also Known as Rowan Pohi

Also Known as Rowan Pohi

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by Ralph Fletcher

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Will the real Rowan Pohi please stand?

To dispel boredom while waiting for tenth grade to begin, Bobby and his friends create an imaginary kid named Rowan Pohi (that’s IHOP backwards) and apply to the prestigious Whitestone Prep in Rowan’s name. When, surprisingly, Rowan’s application is accepted, Bobby impulsively reinvents himself as Rowan


Will the real Rowan Pohi please stand?

To dispel boredom while waiting for tenth grade to begin, Bobby and his friends create an imaginary kid named Rowan Pohi (that’s IHOP backwards) and apply to the prestigious Whitestone Prep in Rowan’s name. When, surprisingly, Rowan’s application is accepted, Bobby impulsively reinvents himself as Rowan and embarks on an edgy life of deception in the rarefied world of Whitestone. Told with Ralph Fletcher’s trademark blend of humor and depth, the story of Rowan’s rise and fall is a funny, poignant, and suspenseful riff on the adolescent search for identity.


Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
What begins as a practical joke ends up as an identity overhaul for freshman Bobby Steele. It all starts when Bobby and his buddies fill out an application to prestigious Whitestone Prep, a local private school, for a fictitious student they name Rowan Pohi (the last name is IHOP spelled backwards). Much to their surprise, Rowan is accepted, and Bobby takes the gag a step further, attending classes as Rowan. Swept away by Whitestone’s extraordinary facilities and friendly student body, Bobby feels happier there than at his own dismal high school, where everyone knows about his father’s abusive past and his mother leaving home. As might be expected, things soon go awry. The premise requires suspension of disbelief, and the resolution is too pat, but Fletcher (The One O’Clock Chop) creates many poignant moments regarding Bobby’s stressful home life and the brutal, impulsive act that tore his family apart. Hearts will go out to Bobby as he learns that being true to himself is as important as realizing his dreams. Ages 12–up. (Nov.)
VOYA - Charla Hollingsworth
Bobby Steele lives with his father and brother after his mother left the family because of a domestic violence incident. All throughout his life, Bobby has envied students attending the prestigious local private school, Whitestone Academy. While enjoying his afternoon snack break at IHOP, Bobby and his friends, Big Poobs and Marcus, decide to invent a person (Rowan) to apply for admission to Whitestone. To their amazement, Rowan is accepted. The friends have a good laugh but decide the charade should end and bury the acceptance letter in a local field. Bobby, however, decides he wants a better life for himself and starts attending Whitestone as Rowan. Without telling his father, Bobby/Rowan applies for and wins a Whitestone scholarship. When a school bully spills Bobby/Rowan's secrets, Bobby must convince the administration that he deserves a spot at Whitestone. With Also Known As Rowan Pohi, Ralph Fletcher has given readers a funny and poignant tale about a young man searching for a brighter future without the limitations of his background. Readers will empathize with Bobby and root for him to achieve his dreams. Fletcher's novel will resonant with fans of Chris Crutcher and Todd Strasser. Reviewer: Charla Hollingsworth
Children's Literature - Claudia Mills
Sophomore Bobby Steele and his two best buds, sitting bored in their favorite booth at the local IHOP ogling some cute girls from a posh prep school, meant for it to be a short-lived prank: what if they invented a kid named Rowan Pohi (his surname inspired from IHOP spelled backward) and submitted a fabricated application to Whitestone Academy on his behalf? But when Rowan Pohi actually gets accepted to Whitestone, Bobby realizes that he has a chance at reinventing himself in a town where he is known chiefly as the son of an alcoholic father who served prison time for physical abuse of Bobby's mother. The setup of the story involves some daunting improbabilities: that Bobby's non-academically-minded friend could write a convincing fake recommendation letter on Rowan Pohi's behalf; that the whole application process could result in an acceptance letter within three days; and that any even minimally loving mother would leave her two sons behind with an alcoholic abuser rather than taking them with her as she makes her escape. But Fletcher's premise for the novel is original and riveting, and the events that follow Bobby's decision to try to pass as Rowan Pohi play themselves out with both nail-biting suspense and heart-wrenching poignancy. The fantasy of becoming someone else—and seizing that person's brighter life chances—is a powerfully seductive one, and Fletcher does full justice to it here. Reviewer: Claudia Mills, Ph.D.
Kirkus Reviews
Fraud pays. "Pohi" seems like a great last name for a fictional high-school applicant invented in an International House of Pancakes: IHOP, Pohi, see? It's a a lark for Bobby and his friends, sitting there surrounded by all those privileged Whitestone Prep kids, to fill out a Whitestone application for "Rowan Pohi," Boy Scout, National Honor Society inductee, soup-kitchen volunteer and football player. But when "Rowan" gets accepted to Whitestone, Bobby takes a good hard look at his wrong-side-of-the-tracks life and realizes this could be the opportunity of a lifetime. Whitestone's teachers and facilities are miles away from those of Bobby's crappy public high school, and of course there's the girls. Bobby almost immediately falls for Heather, "a study in whiteness: white T-shirt, white shorts, white teeth, blonde hair. And long legs." Bobby has antagonists both in and out of school, but his ultimate success at Whitestone seems undeserved; the class inequities of the system are less important to the Whitestone decision-makers than the fact that Bobby's a nice guy with a tragic back story. A recurring evocation of faux–Native American stories, culminating in a 5-year-old's assertion that "[b]eing Spider-Man is way cooler than being an Indian," will insult Native (and other) readers. Lightweight fluff in the Chris Lynch/Chris Crutcher mode, if that's possible. (Fiction. 13-15)
From the Publisher
"Hearts will go out to Bobby as he learns that being true to himself is as important as realizing his dreams."-Publishers Weekly 
"Bobby's family and home life are authentically depicted, and teens will respond to Bobby's desire to create a path to his dreams and root for his crazy idea to work."—Booklist
School Library Journal
Gr 8–10—Bobby is looking for an escape from his troubled home life and mediocre school. On a whim, he and his friends fill out an application to a ritzy private school on behalf of a made-up persona, and when "Rowan Pohi" is accepted, Bobby takes the chance to start fresh under a fake name. Although this premise is enticing, the idea that a prestigious academic institution would accept a student under false pretenses so easily, without requiring test scores, previous transcripts, and immunization records, is difficult to accept. The book's overly neat ending is problematic, as is the protagonist's little brother coping with his troubled home life by deciding that he's an Indian and wearing a feather in his hair—until he concludes that being Spider-Man is "way cooler." It's not unheard of that a five-year-old would hold these views of Native American culture—kids are kids; they're still learning about life, but it's troubling that the author chose to go this route. Character development is thin. The most compelling aspect of the story is Bobby's struggle with the aftermath of his father's shocking act of domestic violence against his mother and her subsequent departure from their family. His confusion and pain are genuine and heartfelt. Also, themes of class differences, identity, and self-acceptance are thought-provoking, but ultimately this uneven read is at best an additional purchase.—Allison Tran, Mission Viejo Library, CA

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HL590L (what's this?)
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12 - 17 Years

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It was big poobs who first suggested the idea. we were at the International House of Pancakes: Poobs, Marcus, and me. The tables at the IHOP are sometimes sticky with syrup, but it’s the only place around where a kid can order a coffee or soda and nobody complains if he wants to hang out for an hour or two.

The booths were crowded, mostly with Whitestone Prep kids. Stonys, we called them. Even without their green uniform shirts, they were obviously Stonys. They were the ones with braces and designer jeans. The ones with new backpacks. The ones talking about “wild times” at summer music camp in places like Tanglewood or Chautauqua.

 Five Stony girls were jammed into the booth next to us. The tallest girl was blond and cute; very. They were talking about college. I heard her say something about coed dorms, which made the other girls giggle.

 Marcus spun his fork like he was playing spin-the-bottle, except there was no girl in his near future, and no college either. After (more like if) he graduated from Riverview High, he was joining the Marines.

 The three of us leaned back in our seats. We were beyond bored.

 Big Poobs sighed. “Let’s do something.”

 Poobs was a straight-C student, except for the occasional D. There was no college in his plans either, but he didn’t need it any more than Marcus did. His parents owned Vinny’s, a popular local Italian restaurant. Big Poobs worked busing tables there. In a year he would be a waiter; eventually he would own the restaurant himself.

 My grades were actually good, but with Mom gone for over a year now, and no sign of her coming back, I couldn’t picture myself waltzing off to the University of Whatever after high school. I figured I should stick around for my little brother, Cody, at least for a few more years.

 When the Whitestone girls got up to pay their check, they left behind a piece of paper on the table. I reached over and picked it up.

 “What is it?” Marcus asked.

 “Looks like an application to Whitestone. Hey, why don’t you apply, Marcus?”

 “Why don’t you eat my shorts?” he calmly replied.

 It was mid-August and hot. One good thing about the IHOP: they really cranked up the AC. We had a booth by the window with a view of the street. The cars turning left onto Main Street got blasted by midmorning sun. The drivers all reacted by dropping their sun visors.

 “Look: they all do the same thing when they turn,” I said. “They all reach up for their sun visors. What are they, programmed like robots? I swear, people are sheep.”

 Marcus added more sugar to his coffee. “Baa.”

 That’s when it happened. Big Poobs, who to my recollection had never had one truly original idea in his life, spoke up.

 “We should do it,” he said. “Try to get accepted at Whitestone Prep.”

 “You, get accepted at Whitestone?” Marcus snorted. “Last time you saw an A or a B, it was in your alphabet soup, genius boy.”

 Big Poobs shook his head. “Not us. Somebody else. We could, like, invent somebody. A real smart kid. Like, bionic.”

 I stared at Marcus. “Bionic?”

 “Yes!” Poobs was grinning like a jack-o’lantern. “We can help him apply to Whitestone, see if he gets accepted.”

 Marcus shook his head. “That’s stupid.”

 At that moment Darla, the waitress, approached the table. “More coffee, boys?”

 “No,” I told her. “Wait; yes.”

 Darla peered at me suspiciously but refilled my mug. After she left, I pointed at Big Poobs.

 “You are a genius,” I told him.

 Poobs blinked. “I am?”

 I smacked a fist into the palm of my hand.

 “Let’s do it!” I whispered. “Let’s create somebody! Then we’ll take that somebody and get him accepted to Whitestone!”

 Marcus hesitated. “Create somebody?”

 “Yeah, how hard could it be?” I said, studying the application. It was surprisingly short, a single page, front and back. “first thing we need is a name.”

 “Austin? Brady?” Marcus said.

 I shook my head. “Those sound like little-boy names. How about Owen?”

 “Or Rowan,” Poobs suggested.

 “Rowan.” We repeated the name, turning it over on our tongues.

 “Sounds like a warrior,” Marcus mused. “I like it.”

 “Me too.” Carefully, I printed the letters on the application. “Rowan what?”
 For some reason that simple question stumped us, almost derailed the project right there and then. Marcus and Poobs threw out some last names—Smith, Johnson, White, Hoffman—but they all sounded lame.

 I glanced at the glass window where the letters IHOP were stenciled. From where we were sitting, inside the restaurant, the letters appeared in reverse: POHI.

 “POHI,” I stated. “That’s IHOP backwards. His name is Rowan Pohi.”

 Big Poobs thumped the table with his big soft hands. “Rowan Pohi!” He pronounced it like I did: Pohi.

 “Rowan should have a middle name, shouldn’t he?” Marcus said. “How about Ian? Rowan Ian Pohi.”

 “Bingo.” I nodded.

 “We’re in business, baby!” Poobs exclaimed. In his excitement he knocked over the syrup dispenser, causing some syrup to dribble onto the bottom of the application.

 “You idiot!” I snapped. “This has to be handed in!”

 “Sorry,” Poobs muttered.

 I wet a napkin and carefully wiped away the liquid. I did manage to get it off, though it left a faint stain on the paper.

 “That will have to do, I guess.” I looked at the application. “Sex?”

 Marcus laughed. “Obviously!”

 I marked the box for Male.

 “They want to know where he went to school last year.” I drummed the table, thinking hard. “If we say Riverview, we’re screwed. If they check for Rowan’s name, they’ll find nothing and realize that the application is bogus. We better pick someplace far away.”

 “My mom used to live in a tiny town in Arizona,” Marcus put in.

 “Yeah?” I looked at him. “Got a name?”

 “Piñon,” he said. “I went there once. It’s really the boonies. Indian country. No green anywhere. Nothing but desert, scorpions, cactuses.”

 “Cacti,” Poobs corrected him.

 I wrote it down. “Rowan went to Piñon High School . . . home of the Stingin’ Scorpions.”

 Poobs rubbed his hands together. “Oh yeah!”

 “What’s Rowan like?” I said. “We’re gonna have to know him real good if we’ve got any shot at getting him into a school like Whitestone.”

 “He’s a dweeb, like you,” Marcus replied.

 “I’m serious, numb-nuts.”

 “Remember Terry Lernihan?” Marcus said.

 I nodded. “He moved after fifth grade.”

 “Lernihan didn’t say jack,” Marcus remembered. “I hardly ever heard him speak in class. Then one day he comes into school with that refracting telescope he made himself. Took first place in the science fair.”

 I just looked at him. “And your point is . . .”

 “That’s what Rowan’s like,” Marcus continued. “Maybe the dude doesn’t say much, but he’s smart as hell. A doer, not a talker.”

 Big Poobs smiled. “Yeah.”

 “That’s a start,” I said. “Clubs and activities?”

 “Boy Scouts,” Marcus suggested. “Definitely put that in. Oh, and National Honor Society.”

 I nodded. “How about sports?”

 “Football!” Big Poobs exclaimed.


 Football was a very sore subject at Riverview High. It got cut out of the budget last year, along with a bunch of other stuff, so we didn’t have a football team anymore. Kids were still pissed off about it. Whitestone Prep had a strong football team; they traveled all around the East Coast to play other private schools. Their school had just added two new turf football fields.

 “How about extracurricular activities?” I said.

 “Volunteers at soup kitchen.”

 “Hey, let’s not make him into kind some of saint,” Poobs warned.

 Marcus grinned. “Why not?”

 “Sounds good to me,” I agreed, and jotted that down.


 “Mr. Pohi loves to cook,” Poobs suggested with a giggle. “Especially pancakes.”

 “Are you really that stupid?” I demanded. “That would give it away!”

 Poobs sucked his thumb, baby-style. “Sowwy.”

 “Hey, I skipped this part,” I said. “Academics. They want to see Rowan’s grades from his old school. We’ve got to tell them something. Rowan’s a good student, right?”

 “Damn good!” Big Poobs agreed.

 “What’s his grade point average?” I asked. “He has to be smart enough to get into a school like Whitestone.”

 “Four point oh,” Poobs declared. “We’re talking genius material.”

 I shook my head. “Let’s not get greedy. How about three point six?”

 “Yeah, that sounds more realistic,” Marcus put in.

 My eyes snagged on something I hadn’t noticed before, a box on the lower-right-hand corner of the page. Letter of Recommendation.

 “Uh-oh,” I muttered.


 “It says he has to send in at least one letter of recommendation.” I read out loud: “ ‘Letter should come from an adult within the school community who has personal knowledge of the applicant—a teacher, coach, or administrator.’ ”

 We stared at each other.

 Marcus shrugged. “We’ll have to fake one.”

 “Sign somebody else’s name?” Big Poobs looked worried. “Isn’t that forgery?”

 “We’re just goofing,” Marcus told him. “Besides, there’s no way anybody’s gonna trace it back to us.”

 I gave Marcus a straight look. “Can you do it?”

 He smiled. “Sure. Piece o’ cake. I’ll write a recommendation from his football coach, Ramón García.”

 Marcus’s sudden Spanish accent made Big Poobs snort 
with laughter.

 “You’ll have to make up some fake letterhead to write it on,” I told Marcus.

 He nodded. “Can do. Piñon High School. Home of the Rattlesnakes.”

 “Home of the Scorpions!” I hissed. “Jeez!”

 Marcus smiled lazily. “Scorpions, rattlesnakes . . . what’s the diff?”

 “There’s a huge diff!”

 “You can’t mail it from here,” Big Poobs pointed out. “They put the name of the town on the postmark. So the letter has to be mailed from Piñon, Arizona. If it’s from around here, they’re going to smell a rat.”

 “No worries,” Marcus said. “My cousin Devon lives out there. I’ll write the letter, put it in an envelope, send it to Devon, and have him mail it from there.”

 “You’re good at this,” I told Marcus. “A little too good.”

 He bowed. “Thank you very much.”

 “They want a local mailing address,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll just use mine.”

 “So is that it?” Poobs asked eagerly. “Is the application finished?”

 “Almost,” I told him. On the last line there was a space to sign, which I did now—Rowan I. Pohi—with a flourish and a bold dot above the final i. “Done!”

 Poobs’s face turned serious. “Do you really think we can get him into Whitestone?”

 “You better believe it.” Marcus theatrically raised his head and began speaking in a mock-solemn tone. “All his life Rowan Pohi has dreamed of going to Whitestone Prep. I ask you: Would you deny this fine young man the chance to make something out of his life? Would you?”




 “I count one nope and two dopes,” I declared.

 I expected Marcus to belt my arm, so when he did I was ready for it. I didn’t even flinch.

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"Hearts will go out to Bobby as he learns that being true to himself is as important as realizing his dreams."-Publishers Weekly  "Bobby's family and home life are authentically depicted, and teens will respond to Bobby's desire to create a path to his dreams and root for his crazy idea to work."—Booklist

Meet the Author

Ralph Fletcher is the author of many well-received books for children, including the novels FIG PUDDING, and FLYING SOLO, which was recently published in paperback with a fresh, new cover image, and the picture books TWILIGHT COMES TWICE, GRANDPA NEVER LIES and CIRCUS SURPRISE. He lives with his family in New Hampshire.

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Also Known as Rowan Pohi 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
OtotheD More than 1 year ago
Rowan Pohi isn't real. He's just a boy from Arizona concocted by Bobby Steele and his friends Marcus and Big Poobs one day while they are sitting in Ihop. Bored and needing a little excitement, Bobby and his friends fill out an application for admission to the prestigious Whitestone Academy. Rowan gets good grades, plays football and helps those less fortunate; the perfect candidate for Whitestone. When Rowan receives an acceptance letter, Bobby, Marcus and Poobs can hardly believe it. The joke should end there, but when Bobby meets a cute girl from Whitestone and tells her his name is Rowan Pohi, he sets off a chain of events that gets him in deeper than he is comfortable with. Bobby knows the charade won't last long, but he can't stop. Rowan's life is so much better than his own. The pristine halls of Whitestone are so much better than Bobby's old high school, and there are so many more opportunities for him here, but how can he go on living a life that isn't really his? I was pleasantly surprised by this book. Mr. Fletcher has crafted an enjoyable story filled with characters so distinct they practically crawl out of the pages. Bobby is especially sympathetic, and I wanted nothing but the best for him. I really wanted him to succeed and find a better life. The writing is effortless, the voice distinct and though at times I was afraid there would be too many loopholes for the plot to be plausible, Mr. Fletcher covered them all with believable outcomes. This is a quick and easy read (I read it in about two hours), and one I would highly recommend. (Review based on an advanced reader's copy courtesy of the publisher via NetGalley)
KidLitWriter More than 1 year ago
Bobbie Steele and his two best buddies, Marcus and Big Poobs, spend a good amount of time talking up things the way teen boys do when in a group. Whenever a Whitestone Academy student enters IHOP, the boys comment on the snobby "Stonys" and their designer jeans, school uniform and preppy manner. It is obvious they are jealous of the other kids' affluence and opportunities. Board, they joke that the three of them could get an imaginary guy into Whitestone, if they really wanted to. As happens with those types of "jokes," it became a challenge. Soon an application was mailed on behalf of transfer student, Rowan Pohi. Rowan is accepted. Bobbie decides to become Rowan and, without telling anyone, he starts tenth grade as a "Stoney." I liked the story. The humor is at times juvenile, which means right on target for a teen boy. The author remembers high school well. Bobbie tries to lead this double life and gets away with it by a narrow margin. I wanted the guy to succeed and not go back to the dumpy public school he hates. He takes many risks, especially in not telling his buddies. At Riverview High, Bobbie is marked absent day after day, while at Whitestone Rowan is learning the ropes and becoming popular. Once Bobbie takes Rowan's place at Whitestone the other two guys, Big Poobs and Marcus, get sidelined through most of the story. Having these two guys in on the fun would have livened up the story, not that it is not lively without them. Bobbie has a complicated life and it is fun to read how he gets into and then, maybe, out of, the trouble. This close to the new school year is a good time to read Also Known as Rowan Pohi. Maybe while at an IHOP? Note: received from netgalley, courtesy of the publisher.
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