The Diary of Melanie Martin: Or How I Survived Matt the Brat, Michelangelo, and the Leaning Tower of Pizza

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Dear Diary, You will never in a million years guess where I’m going....Italy! In Europe!! Across the ocean!!! I even have a passport. It’s really cool, except I’m squinting my eyes in the photo, so I look like a dork. At least that’s what my brother said. I call him Matt the Brat. You would too. Trust me....

When Melanie Martin heads to Italy on a family vacation with her art-obsessed mom, her grumpy dad, and her little brother, she has no idea what she’s in for. As she ...

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Overview

Dear Diary, You will never in a million years guess where I’m going....Italy! In Europe!! Across the ocean!!! I even have a passport. It’s really cool, except I’m squinting my eyes in the photo, so I look like a dork. At least that’s what my brother said. I call him Matt the Brat. You would too. Trust me....

When Melanie Martin heads to Italy on a family vacation with her art-obsessed mom, her grumpy dad, and her little brother, she has no idea what she’s in for. As she discovers Michelangelo, Italian ice cream, and poetry, she also realizes how much her family means to her. Maybe she won’t trade them in after all.

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Editorial Reviews

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"Charming. . . . A right-as-rain take on the life of a typical, modern girl."—Family Fun
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In Girls' Life advice columnist Weston's (Girltalk; For Girls Only) humorous first novel, 10-year-old New Yorker Melanie Martin tells the story of her family vacation to Italy. Through journal entries, Melanie, a likable, believable fifth-grader, describes everything from her relationship with her parents and six-year-old brother, "Matt the Brat," to Italian Renaissance artists' proclivity for nudes. After touring museum after museum with her mother, an avid art-history teacher, Melanie writes, "I think Italy is full of miracles. I also think Italy is rated R. Which I can handle. But maybe Mom and Dad should have left Matt at home with a baby-sitter." Weston clearly knows a 10-year-old's take on foreign customs: after the heroine observes Italian laundry flapping on clotheslines, she writes, "Well, if your panties were flapping in the wind, would you want your neighbors to see holes in them? I think that's why Italians need so much new underwear and so many underwear shops." The entries, which range from the everyday observations about desperately needing to go to the bathroom on the plane to the more dramatic, such as meeting her father's ex-girlfriend, are peppered with Melanie's quirky rhymes and handwritten jottings that reflect her moods. Weston effectively proves that perhaps travel's greatest gift is a reinvigorated perspective on life at home. Ages 8-10. (May) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Children's Literature - Children's Literature
Melanie Martin is a ten-year-old girl who lives in Manhattan. When her parents announce that she, her six-year-old pesky brother, and her parents are going to Italy, she has no idea what she'll find there. With her eyes wide open and her diary in hand, she lands in her first foreign country. She learns about painting, parmesan cheese and pasta, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. As we share the journey through her diary pages, we watch Melanie become more accepting of things new--and of things not so new. The perils of travel (getting lost, pickpockets, medical emergencies) and the joys of travel (new languages, new foods, new worlds) help Melanie come to a greater understanding of who she is. Melanie's journey is fun, educational, poignant, and humorous. Her diary, filled with great stories, keen observations, and quirky doodling, is a wonderful way to share the journey. And quite a journey it is, because Melanie finds more than statues and gelato on the other side of the ocean--she also finds herself. 2000, Alfred A. Knopf, Ages 9 to 12, $15.95. Reviewer: Dia Michels
School Library Journal
Gr 3-6-Ten-year-old Melanie Martin and her family are going to Italy for spring break. Her diary begins shortly before their European adventures start, and continues as they travel across Italy and back home again. As on many family vacations, the two kids fight, the parents argue, pickpockets strike, children go missing, new things are tried, but, ultimately, everyone has a memorable trip. Melanie's diary has an authentic ring: she grumbles about her brother, her parents complain that she is a grump, but by journal's end she has gained a maturity that often accompanies a trip abroad. Sections of the book are laugh-out-loud funny and Weston's descriptions will have readers wanting to see the country for themselves. An enjoyable read.-Elaine Baran Black, Gwinnett County Public Library, Lawrenceville, GA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Kirkus Reviews
This teen gossip columnist's fiction debut floats like a bubble in the breeze, despite plenty of traumatic events and sibling conflict. Off to Italy for ten days with little brother Matt and parents Marc and Miranda, Melanie fills up her diary with details of the long flight and subsequent jetlag. Encounters with new people ("Almost everyone here speaks Italian—even kids") and food, visits to famous places ("The Leaning Tower of Pisa is soooo cooool"), family squabbles, and a chain of calamities, from running into one of her father's old flames on her parents' anniversary and having to search—twice—for a missing Matt, to having a wallet stolen and needing a quick trip to the emergency room after a fall. All's well that ends well, heigh ho; Melanie returns to the States with new tastes for gelato and parmesan cheese, a greater willingness to appreciate people—even dorky classmate Norbert—and an unaffected poem that sums up her experiences. Sprinkled with exclamation points, pronounced Italian words ("piazza (Pee Ot Za)" etc) and small drawings, Melanie's journal will tease fans of the Eloise sequels and like travelogues into further armchair adventuring. (Fiction. 911)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440416678
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 6/28/2001
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 160
  • Sales rank: 321,852
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 770L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.16 (w) x 7.70 (h) x 0.43 (d)

Meet the Author

Carol Weston’s books include Girltalk and For Girls Only.

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March 1

home in bed

Dear Diary,

You will never in a million years guess where we're going.

Nope. Guess again.

Never mind, I'll tell you. Italy! We're going to ITALY!

In Europe!! ACROSS THE OCEAN!!!

I even have a passport. It's really cool except I'm squinting my eyes in the photo, so I look like a dork.

At least that's what my brother said. I call him Matt the Brat. You would too.

Trust me.

He is so annoying it's not even funny. He copies me, hides my hairbrush, brags that he has no homework, and spies on me when I have friends over. When he's extra annoying, I'll hit him lightly, he'll cry, and then I'll get in trouble.

Or take tonight. We went out for Chinese food, and I ordered beef and broccoli. Sometimes I use chopsticks, sometimes I use a fork, but I always eat all the meat and only one broccoli—two if Mom is watching. Anyway, after I drank up all my Sprite, Matt took his straw and started blowing bubbles into his. Really loudly. I said, "You are so disgusting!" He smiled and said, "I know." And Mom beamed at him like he's so adorable.

He used to be adorable. Back when he was a newborn, six years ago. I guess he must still be kind of cute because everyone always makes a fuss over his blue eyes and long lashes and dinky freckles.

People used to call me cute too, but they don't anymore. No one notices me much.

I don't mind. Who wants to be called cute when you're already ten?

Okay, maybe I mind a little. I miss when people called me cute and I didn't have homework and no one expected me to set the table or put away dishes or make my bed or act my age.

Mom reminds me that now that I'm older, I get an allowance. Four dollars because I'm in fourth grade. Sounds good, right?

Well, half the time she forgets to give it to me and I forget to remind her. Then when I do say, "Mom, you must owe me twenty dollars by now," she'll hand me just four and tell me she's always buying me stuff.

Like this new diary, for instance.

Anyhow, Dad got a bunch of frequent-flier miles because he frequently flies for his job. He said we could all fly somewhere for free, and he let Mom pick where. She picked Italy because it's full of art and she loves art.

She even loves teaching it. She teaches in the middle school on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. It can be embarrassing having Mom in the same building as me. Like when she waves or wears something weird or talks to my teachers or puts her arm around me in the hall.

But I like knowing she's close by.

Right now we're both counting the days until spring break.

Uh-oh, it's already ten—like me! I better turn out the light.

Yours truly,

Melanie

March 12

at my desk

Dear Diary,

BAD NEWS. I told Miss Sands that my family was going to Italy for ten days and that since the planes were full on the weekend, we'd be leaving next Thursday afternoon, so I'd miss one and a half days of school. Big deal, right? One and a half puny days. I expected Miss Sands to say, "Italy! Lucky you!" or something.

But she didn't. She said that in Social Studies the class will be doing a chapter called "The Family," so while we're away, she wants me to think about my "place in the family." She also said I'll have to write a poem and bring in postcards to share with my classmates.

Miss Sands can be so strict. Family? Who does she think I'm taking the trip with? Friends? Strangers? It would be impossible not to think about my family! And postcards sound okay—but a poem? How will I know what to write?

I asked her if it could be short, and she said to make it at least thirty lines.

Thirty lines!

I wouldn't mind writing a haiku or a limerick—but thirty lines!

Miss Sands has been teaching us poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay and Langston Hughes and Shel Silverstein. Sometimes she makes us memorize poems. The one I memorized was by Robert Louis Stevenson. It has two lines:

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

I was as happy as a king (or queen), except now I'm starting to worry about writing that stupid poem.

Mom says I worry too much.

I'm even a little worried about going away.

I mean, I've never flown over the ocean. And I've never spent ten days nonstop with just my family and nobody else. And I've never been to a faraway place where the food is different and the language is different and everything is different. And who am I supposed to play with for all that time? Matt? Usually I spend half my vacation in my jammies hanging around the apartment avoiding Matt. The other half I spend at Cecily's.

Cecily is my best friend. She and I have been friends since kindergarten. She lives with her mom about ten blocks away. She has a bunny who bites and a cat who purrs. Cecily and I have the exact exact exact same taste in boys. Right now we both like a boy named Christopher.

It can be bad when two friends like the same boy. In our case it's not, though, because Christopher never says hi to either one of us.

Not only do we like the same boy (Christopher), but we hate the same boy (Norbert).

Norbert's new, and nobody really likes him. He just moved to New York over Christmas. (I forget where he's from. Cecily says Mars.) Even his name is weird. Norbert. He never talks much, and he has a little bit of an accent. One time he was talking about a magazine subscription and said, "Ten issues for fifteen dollars," and everyone thought he said, "Tennis shoes for fifteen dollars." We all laughed, but later when I told Mom about it, she defended him saying that "ten issues" and "tennis shoes" do sound a lot alike. (Sometimes Mom just doesn't get it.)

Cecily calls him Nerdy Norbert. She said he once picked his nose in the library—and ate it—but I really don't know if that's true. Norbert is tall with brown eyes, and his hair always sticks up in the back. That is true. He has a bad hair day every day. Plus his shirts are purple and orange and green, which is too rainbow bright. And his backpack has a pair of fuzzy dice dangling from it. How out is that?

Anyway, I'm going to miss Cecily when we're in Italy. Ten days with nobody to hang out with except Matt the Brat! What if I die of utter boredom? What if Matt annoys me to death?

Worrying,

Melanie

March 13

in the kitchen

Dear Diary,

School was so so so embarrassing today! At lunch there was a potato bar so I asked for a baked potato with bacon bits, and I also got peach slices and milk. But somehow I tripped and fell and dropped my tray, and my potato rolled off and the milk splattered, and as if all that wasn't bad enough, it was Norbert who came running over to ask if I was okay and to help me pick up my potato and everything. I wish I could have flown away to Italy that very second.

Mortified,

Mel

March 18

bedtime

Dear Diary,

Tonight Dad and I couldn't find Matt anywhere. Mom was at a meeting, and Dad and I were calling "Matt! Matt! Matt!" at the top of our lungs.

When Matt finally walked in, Dad yelled at him (hee hee). Matt had gone up in the elevator of our apartment building by himself without asking permission. He said he wanted to say good-bye to Lily. Lily is in first grade with him and she and Matt are madly in love.

At bedtime Dad tucked me in but left the light on so I could write. I kind of like it better when Mom tucks me in, even though she can be too mushy and says stuff like "Sleep tight, Precious" and "Sweet dreams, Sweet Pea."

Lately she's been teaching me Italian words. Some words are easy. Like spaghetti is spaghetti (Spa Get Tee). Impossible is impossibile (Im Po See Bee Lay). But most words are hard. To say good morning, you have to say buon giorno (Bwone Jor No). Good night is buona notte (Bwo Na Note Tay).

The reason why Dad tucks me in faster than Mom is because he usually has work to do or a book to read or a game to watch. Tonight, though, he sat on my bed and started talking. He said he is counting on me to be well behaved in Italy. He said he expects me to help take care of Matt because it's a big deal that we're going overseas and most parents in their right minds would not take kids with them on such an adult trip. He said that since Matt is always wandering off, he wants me to help keep an eye on him.

I'm excited about going on a grown-up trip and everything, but I am still a kid. If Mom and Dad can hardly keep track of Matt, what makes them think I can? Sometimes I can't even keep track of my glasses or homework or stuffed animals.

I hope I'll be able to fall asleep.

Here's a poem I wrote:

One more day till We're on our way— Doesn't that seem Im Po See Bee Lay?

Yours,

M.M.

March 19

on board ! ! !

Dear Diary,

We're on the plane, and we're about to take off, and I have to go to the bathroom really really really badly, but the Fasten Your Seat Belts light is still on.

I told Mom, and she said I should have gone at the airport when everyone else did.

Thanks a lot, Mom.

I can't believe I'm stuck sitting next to Matt for eight whole hours. At least I got the window seat. Matt has the airplane headphones on. He wants to play Go Fish, but we have to keep our tray tables in the upright and locked position. I'm a little old for Go Fish anyway.

Plus I'm about to pee in my pants.

I wish we would take off already.

We're up in the air. Outside I saw the tops of skyscrapers, and now I can see a whole blanket of clouds. It looks like snow out there. It looks like you could put on boots and go tromping around. I showed Matt, but it worries him to be up so high—he keeps asking me to pull down the window shade.

He also keeps asking me to play Twenty Questions. I'd be happy to play Twenty Questions with a normal person, but Matt always picks Snoopy or Bamm-Bamm or Tony the Tiger, and then he can't even answer the most basic question, like "Dead or alive?" or "Man or woman?" Talk about pathetic.

Dad came over and showed us a map in the airline magazine. Right now we are flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Next stop: Italy!

But first there's going to be a movie.

I finally went to the bathroom. When I got to the back of the plane, one door said Vacant and one said Occupied, and for a second I wasn't sure which meant what, but I figured it out and went in the vacant one.

Good thing there was a vacant one.

It was a close call.

It was also a tiny little bathroom, and when I flushed, the noise was so loud, I almost freaked out.

Matt and I have already played War and Crazy Eights, and now he's coloring and making puppets out of barf bags. I used to like to do that. Now I'd rather play Hangman with Mom, but she's sitting with Dad. He's organizing his new travel wallet.

The flight attendants gave us little bags of pretzels, and Matt tried to make his bag last longer than mine, but I hid my last pretzel, so I won. We are about to have dinner. I hope it's Chinese food.

It wasn't. It was salmon or chicken, so I ordered chicken, but it was rubbery white chicken (I like dark meat) with disgusting mushroom gravy. Also, the fork and knife were freezing cold. Also, the plane started bumping up and down, and that made Matt spill some of his peas, and a few landed on me.

The pilot said the bumps were because of air pockets. Pants pockets, I understand. But air pockets? Matt gripped my arm so hard, he left fingernail marks. I was tempted to yell at him, but I didn't since he was scared. Dad said we probably just bumped into a cloud. Then he told me to pass my chicken if I wasn't going to eat it. (Sometimes Dad can be a Big Pig.)

I hope we don't run out of gas up here.

Mom told me not to worry. She also made us ask for milk, which I didn't think was fair considering there was Sprite and Mom and Dad asked for champagne. The champagne was free because we're on an international flight.

I hope Mom and Dad are not drunk. They're all smiley and stuff. They keep saying this trip is like a honeymoon—only with kids. Their anniversary is next week. They have been married thirteen years.

Uh-oh. Thirteen is an unlucky number!

Mom and Dad are now asleep.

Matt is too. He looks goofy because his mouth is wide open.

I'm too excited to sleep. Mom told me to try to sleep so I don't get jet-lagged.

You see, when we left New York, people in Italy were already asleep. And when we arrive, even though to us it will feel like the middle of the night, in Italy it will be the morning of a new day. Why? Because the sun rises in the east, and we're flying east.

Maybe I will try to sleep after all. I hope I don't miss the movie.

Buona Notte!

Mel

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2011

    Awesome!Sorta like Diary of a Wimpy Kid:)

    This book is very fun and intersting...if you enjoy Diary of a wimpy kid then this is a book for you,its about how Melanie and her family travel to Italiy and some funny events happen.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2012

    By anonymous; May 8, 2012

    I read this book in the library so i looooooovvvveeeeeeddddd it the minue i saw it. Best book ever triple a+!!!!!!!!!!!!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2013

    To 7 now 8

    How DARE you!!!! That is very offensive. I will KEEEL YOU!!!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2013

    Anybody

    Is anybody here on their nook.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2012

    AWESOME!!!!!!

    this book is one of the best books i ever read,!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2012

    Wowow

    My name is MELANIE!!!!I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!ANY WAYS,i loveeeeeeeeeeeee this book its amazing

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2012

    GREAT BOOK!!!!!!!

    It is so funny and an amazing story u never ever want it to end!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2011

    Bad

    Worst book I have read. It is horrible do not buy! I repeat do not buy, that is all. :)

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2011

    Luv it

    This is the best series ever

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  • Posted September 6, 2011

    Its ok

    When i first read this i LOVED it but after the next 7 times i get kinda bored with it ya know?

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  • Posted August 6, 2011

    This was BEFORE diary of a wimpy kid

    This was before diary of a wimpy kid so the author did not copy it!

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  • Posted July 20, 2011

    Okay

    Not the best cause well theyre not the best

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  • Posted July 14, 2011

    I love the auhor carol

    Carol writes back to girls who have roblems in girls life magazine in her colum dear carol I would love one day if she came on here an i could ask her a question on here Laney

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  • Posted April 23, 2011

    Great book. Great. for anyone

    readreadreald

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2011

    amazing

    i think this book is five stars because it uses good words. i loved this book and you sould too!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2011

    Amazing Book

    I started reading this yesterday and I love it. I can actually connect with Melanie because I am her age but I'm in the fifth grade and I have an eight-year-old brother who's equally annoying to Matt.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2011

    I wonder what the story is about

    i relly do not know what the story is about cause I have not raeded the book

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  • Posted February 19, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    IT IS OKAY

    THE BOO WAS OKAY NOT A MUST READ BUT A BOOK THAT YOU WOULD GET IF YOU NEEDED A BOOK ( LIKE ME)

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  • Posted February 5, 2011

    ok

    i just started reading this book and she is the brat. If she is a brat why does she call her brother 'Matt the Brat'????

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2011

    awsome book ever

    if u have a brother or and sister thats yonger then you then you should read this bokk how melaine and her family go to rome and visit many cool places and sights

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