Hand You're Dealt

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When Huck Porter's dad suddenly dies, it feels like nothing will ever make sense again. Huck's "best friend" thinks that Huck should just get over it, the girl he likes won't give him the time of day, and his mom now works all hours at a roadside diner to make ends meet. The only thing that still makes sense for Huck is the game his dad taught him, the game they spent hours playing together: Texas hold'em.

Worse than all of that, though, is Huck's math teacher, Mr. Abbott ? a ...

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Overview

When Huck Porter's dad suddenly dies, it feels like nothing will ever make sense again. Huck's "best friend" thinks that Huck should just get over it, the girl he likes won't give him the time of day, and his mom now works all hours at a roadside diner to make ends meet. The only thing that still makes sense for Huck is the game his dad taught him, the game they spent hours playing together: Texas hold'em.

Worse than all of that, though, is Huck's math teacher, Mr. Abbott — a hungry card shark with an ego to match his appetite. He now wears the local poker tournament's first prize, a silver watch that Huck's dad wore proudly for three years. So Huck hatches a plan to knock Abbott off his throne and win back the watch. Only, bluffing his way into the tournament will mean lying to everyone Huck knows. But as Huck gets deeper in the tournament and starts to lose himself in the cards, he begins to wonder who he'll be when the last hand is played.

Raw and gritty, Paul Volponi's novel about grief, family, and poker is an adrenaline rush that starts with a bang and doesn't let up until the final page is turned. A coming-of-age story set at a card table, The Hand You're Dealt will leave readers wondering what they would risk in a game.

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Jennie DeGenaro
This novel built around poker and Huck, who loves his father unconditionally, is a story demonstrating grief and family morality. Huck, a senior in high school, has pride in his father, a champion poker player. Huck learns about life from his father while playing poker. Mr. Porter wins the tournament three years in a row and gets to wear the priest's watch three years. There is no monetary prize for winners, just the privilege of wearing a watch blessed by the Pope. It is passed to the winner, along with a pass allowing the winner to go to Las Vegas. Huck's father has a stroke and is unable to play. Mr. Abbott, the disliked math teacher, wins and goes to the hospital and takes the watch from the unconscious Mr. Porter's wrist. Mr. Abbott goes to Las Vegas and wins $70,000.00. It is understood that the winner gives half to the town that is having hard times. Mr. Abbot refuses to do so. These are rough times for Huck. He grieves his father's death, his best friend no longer comes around, and his girlfriend ignores him. Huck decides to play in the tournament to beat Mr. Abbott. Rough language and good and bad are reflected in the characters. How will it all turn out? Boys often find it difficult to locate books they can relate to but this is one they will enjoy. Reviewer: Jennie DeGenaro
VOYA - Ed Goldberg
It has been almost a year since Huck Porter's father died. A champion poker player, he won the annual Caldwell tournament for years, wearing with honor the prize gold watch that has been blessed by the Pope. His sudden heart-attack-induced coma rendered him unable to play. When the despised Mr. Abbott, the math teacher, won the tournament, he took the watch off the unconscious Mr. Porter's wrist. It is now payback time. Unbeknownst to his mother, Huck enters the tournament, vowing for revenge. Poker is part luck, part skill, part reading one's opponent, and part determination. Volponi veers from sports themes to the card table in this short, tense, issue-driven novel about a seventeen-year-old's determination to avenge a slight against his father and humiliate a man who has been humiliating his students for years. The varied characters are unique and add to the book's interest quotient. Huck begins to learn about friendship and trust and relationships. He finds it hard to turn off his huckster gambling persona when trying to woo his classmate, Audra, or when lying to his mother concerning his whereabouts. Huck was very close to his father, and his flashbacks are moving. The card-playing action is not overbearing, and Volponi's portrayal of the stress of competitive play adds to the edginess of the book. The writing is terse in this absorbing book that is a fine choice for boys, girls, and reluctant readers. Reviewer: Ed Goldberg
School Library Journal

Gr 9 Up

Caldwell, CA, is a 90-minute drive from Las Vegas, but this down-on-its luck town and its close-knit residents are in another universe. Mr. Abbott is a conceited math teacher and a genuinely unpleasant individual. He is so low that he has stolen the coveted poker tournament trophy-a wristwatch-from someone in a coma, someone who happened to be Huck Porter's dying father. Huck pledges to get even, and win back the watch, by beating Mr. Abbott at his own game-no limit Texas hold 'em. In true Volponi style, this book grabs hold and won't let go. The characters are well crafted, and an elaborate description of a three-day poker tournament held at Saint Bart's rec center is riveting. A high-stakes thriller, particularly for those elusive young adult male nonreaders.-Leah Krippner, Harlem High School, Machesney Park, IL

Kirkus Reviews
Putting aside basketball and racism, Volponi leaps into new territory-cards. Ninety miles from Vegas is a town devoted to poker, specifically a Texas Hold'em tournament engineered to benefit the entire town. "Huck" Porter is a high-school student with revenge on his mind: His math teacher, Abbott, last year cheated the town in the deal that Father Dineros set up when he started the tournament. Huck's father had been reigning champion, entitled to wear the Rolex watch until deposed, when he had to be hospitalized, too ill to compete. When Abbott won, he went to the hospital and took the Rolex off his wrist, essentially killing him in Huck's mind. Huck's been studying Abbott and thinks he can beat both him and the hundreds of other challengers. Fast-paced, with a riveting opening full of guns and cursing, the book has an odd quality of the fairy tale, with an unrelentingly evil villain, a fairy-godfather figure in the priest, a beautiful princess for the prom and never any doubt about the abilities of the hero. (Fiction. YA)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416939894
  • Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 9/30/2008
  • Pages: 176
  • Sales rank: 981,297
  • Age range: 12 - 18 Years
  • Lexile: 850L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Paul Volponi is a writer, journalist, and teacher living in New York City. From 1992 to 1998, he taught incarcerated adolescents on Rikers Island to read and write, forming the basis of his first young adult novel, Black and White, winner of the 2006 IRA Young Adult Book Award, an ALA Best Book Young Adult, and Quick Pick Award winner. His other young adult novels include, Rooftop (also a BBYA and Quick Pick winner), and Rucker Park Setup. Mr. Volponi holds an MA in American Literature from the City College of New York and a BA in English from Baruch. You can visit him online at www.paulvolponibooks.com.

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chapter one

It had been almost a year since Dad died in that hospital bed from a stroke. He didn't get much exercise and wasn't the kind of father who could teach you sports — not unless you counted playing cards that way. But he taught me lots of other stuff and was always my real best friend.

Dad's the one who first called me "Huck." It started my sophomore year in high school. I thought I was really something at poker and would challenge him every chance I'd get. I'd clean up against my friends in nickel-and-dime games. But every week Dad would beat me out of my allowance, and I'd have to do double chores to get paid again.

Mom finally threw a fit and laid down the law.

"No more gambling in this house," she ordered. "If you two wanna keep playing, you'll play for fun."

"How the hell is it gambling when it's all my money?" Dad tried to hook her.

But she wouldn't bite.

"No slippin' back into old ways, or else," she warned him.

Dad was the best poker player in Caldwell. He'd won the tournament at Saint Bart's rec center three years running, and that makes you somebody in a town that's been smacked sideways like this one. But Dad had lost his share of money at cards too, way back when I was a little kid. So he'd made a deal with Mom that he'd just play tournaments and wouldn't risk a dollar more than the entry fee.

"That's why you don't see me making any side bets at Saint Bart's, son," he'd tell me. "I'd drop ten dollars and lose two hundred more tryin' to get it back. But once I got my mind off my wallet, I became a better tournament player, more focused. Now your mother's got her eye on the both of us. She doesn't want you bleeding your buddies dry for loose change, and neither do I. Besides, you'll learn more goin' up against me for just chips, especially 'bout how to lose."

It's crazy to think of a church holding a poker tournament. But Father Dineros has been doing it for five years straight now, ever since that big brushfire hopped the main road, burning down close to forty houses and the auto parts factory that never got rebuilt. People come from as far as six townships over to play, and it usually takes two whole weekends to finish. Most everybody in Caldwell treats it like a celebration, and all the stores, diners, motels, and gas stations get a lot more business.

It costs a hundred and fifty dollars to enter, and the winner gets to wear the silver watch that Father Dineros had on when he got blessed by the Pope in Rome for the whole year. Then, the next year, the watch gets passed on to the new champion.

But the real reason so many people are hyped to play at Saint Bart's is because Father Dineros convinced a Las Vegas casino into giving the winner a free seat in its biggest poker tournament — one with a twelve-million-dollar pot to the winner.

But that's just free publicity for the casino, because I know they don't really care a thing about the people in Caldwell.

"Our tournament's more sanctified than bingo. There's no cash prize, and every penny goes to keep the recreation center open. That's charity," Father Dineros would say. "As for the Las Vegas connection — I believe Sin City owes this town something back."

From Caldwell, it's just a ninety-minute drive up

I-15 to Vegas, where poker's almost a religion. And after all those people here lost their homes and jobs, lots of them took their chances trying to get even in the casinos. Only most of them just dug a deeper hole for themselves. That was something Dad had a real soft spot for, and he'd give some of those people their haircuts for free.

A few years back, Father Dineros preached a fire-filled sermon about how people here needed to pull together. Then, at the next community board meeting, nearly everybody pledged their word that if they ever won the big Vegas tournament, half the money would go to the town, to get split up even between every family.

"You shoulda seen it. Something like seven hundred people were promisin' each other money they could only win in their dreams — spending it too," Mom told me. "And most of 'em were lookin' at your father like he could fix everybody's problems with a pair of aces in the hole."

The three years Dad wore that silver watch, his barbershop was packed with people wanting to talk poker, especially around tournament time. On Saturdays, they'd be sitting three or four deep, waiting more than an hour for a haircut or shave while Dad told stories about the hands he'd played, even the ones he got skunked on.

"I sat at the same table in Vegas with the Jarvis Tatum," Dad told his customers. "I'm not sure how many world championship bracelets he's won. But it's enough to make this watch look awful lonely on my wrist. So Tatum says in this slow Southern drawl, 'Every hand, I look into the faces of my opponents before I see my own cards.' And with my voice steady as a rock, I answer, 'Mr. Tatum, I come from Caldwell, California, and all folks there can do is play the hand they been dealt.'"

On his last trip to the big tournament, Dad made it into the top one hundred out of more than five thousand players, bringing home almost thirty-two thousand bucks. And when he got back, people in Caldwell lined up to shake his hand.

Dad and me would play no-limit Texas hold'em — the same game they played in both tournaments. You get dealt seven cards and have to make the best five-card hand you can. First, each player gets dealt two cards, facedown, to decide if they want to bet or drop out of the hand. The next three cards get turned over for everybody to see and share together. That's called the flop. Next comes the turn. That's one card, faceup, for everybody to use. Then comes the last and most important card. It's called the river, because you either sink or swim with it. Everybody sees and shares that one too, before they make their final bets.

Anywhere along the line, you can bet every chip you have by calling "All in." And winning that hand would double up your stack, and maybe bust your opponent for every chip he had.

After Mom got her way, and we started playing for the candy she brought home from the supermarket instead of money, Dad couldn't bluff me out of hands. I played with absolutely no fear. If I had any kind of decent cards I'd just keep pushing M&Ms and Jolly Ranchers into the pot, hoping to get lucky.

"A poker player's most dangerous when he's not afraid to lose," Dad said one time, looking me in the eye. "You can't predict what he's gonna do, 'cause he gets near impossible to read."

If I thought I had him beat for sure, I'd call "All in!" shoving everything into the middle of the table, sometimes after just the first two cards.

When Dad answered, "I'm all in too," we'd turn our cards over and watch as the last ones got dealt. Almost every time Dad came in against me, he had the better hand to start.

I'd suffer through the four cards that got turned over next. Then we'd reach the river, and there might be just one card left in the whole deck that could save me. But I'd always believe that card was coming up. And whenever it did, Dad would shake his head as I pulled a huge pile of candy over to my side of the table, counting it out in front of him.

"You oughta build yourself a raft like Huck Finn," he'd fume. "'Cause you're livin' on the river, son."

Then Mom would call me "Huck" the rest of the night, just to needle him over getting beat.

Dad had the stroke at his shop. A customer said he was cutting hair, telling a story like any other day, and just toppled over. That was in early June, a few days before the last tournament here, and he stayed unconscious in that hospital bed straight through it.

He was hooked up to a dozen different machines, and every time one beeped my heart nearly stopped cold. It didn't matter what the nurses said about no jewelry, Mom made sure that watch stayed on Dad's wrist.

"It's been blessed by the Pope," she told them, flat out. "It'll protect him."

The watch had a shiny black face and silver hands, with a 12 at the top and a 6 at the bottom, and single silver bars where the rest of the numbers should have been. The glass was scratched between the 12 and the first silver bar, and every time I tried it on, the stretching metal band yanked the hairs on my wrist.

The night before Dad died, Mr. Abbott came to visit him in the hospital. He's a math teacher at my high school, who mostly has senior classes. But I'd caught his act in the halls as he barked at kids for fun, and I'd even seen him be an asshole in other places with adults, too.

I had a job serving sandwiches two tournaments back, and Abbott would snap his fingers at me like I was his personal slave. He was the most obnoxious poker player anybody had ever seen. Only he was that good, too, and could back it up.

"Some of you bright lights can't even spell poker," Abbott told a table full of players, scooping up a big pot. "It's P-O-K-E-R. Maybe I'll write a book about the game one day, and somebody can read it to the bunch of you."

But Dad kept his mouth shut and hammered Abbott at the final table, busting him good to become champ again that year.

"We weren't close or anything," Abbott explained to Mom. "I won the poker tournament at Saint Bart's today. Father Dineros mentioned your husband was sick and asked everybody to pray for him. I didn't realize it was so serious. I hope he gets better soon."

Mom caught on before I did that Abbott was there for the watch.

"He will get better," Mom said with some real fire. "And when he does, I'll let him know why you were here."

Only after Mom and me went home, Abbott must have doubled back to Dad's room, because the next morning the watch was missing.

Mom was so mad she burst into tears. That was the first time I ever remembered seeing her cry. My blood was boiling. I wanted to go down to school and beat Abbott's ass. But Mom wouldn't let me. Instead she called Sheriff Connor, who'd played in the tournament too, and he promised to check on it.

But before we heard anything back, Dad died.

He just stopped breathing, and everything we were thinking about changed.

At Dad's funeral I was torn to pieces inside, but tried hard not to show it. I was afraid I'd break down bawling in front of people, so I concentrated on squeezing Mom's hand, telling her everything would be all right.

Father Dineros gave the eulogy, and hearing what he said made me feel stronger, and extra proud of everything Dad did in his life.

"God gave Julius Porter the gift of looking others in the eye and being able to see more than the rest of us," he told everybody. "In turn, he used that gift to make us look more closely at ourselves. That's the true measure of a man."

People said Abbott was already wearing the watch around town, but Father Dineros told us not to waste our time over it. That God would judge Abbott.

Then Sheriff Connor showed up and broke the bad news.

"The math teacher admits to taking it, all right. But I don't see how I can arrest him," Connor said, almost apologizing. "Technically it's not stealing. The watch was supposed to move on to the next winner. There's just no law against being a real jerk."

In Vegas, Abbott scored more than seventy thousand dollars in the big casino tournament. But he wouldn't part with a dime of it for the town.

"That was all just talk. I never signed any legal document," weaseled Abbott. "Besides, I don't really even live in Caldwell. My property's more than ten feet past the town line."

After that, Mom and me had a lot more company in despising his miserable ass.

Still, Abbott and his wife would sit right up front in church with their heads up high while Father Dineros preached. God only knows what they were praying for.

And when school started up again for my senior year, I had to stomach seeing that thief wearing Dad's watch in the halls every damn day.

Copyright © 2008 by Paul Volponi

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  • Posted August 9, 2009

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    Reviewed by Sally Kruger aka "Readingjunky" for TeensReadToo.com

    With the recent popularity of poker, especially Texas hold'em, Paul Volponi's book is sure to be a success. Usually Volponi focuses on sports, but his switch to poker as a theme in THE HAND YOU'RE DEALT will still satisfy his fans and most likely earn him some new ones.

    Huck Porter has grown up surrounded by poker. His father was a local poker champion and taught Huck everything about the game. As he sat by his father's deathbed, at least he was comforted by the fact that the man proudly wore the treasured watch every tournament winner got to wear for a year until a new winner was crowned.

    But that comfort suddenly disappeared when the watch was stolen by Mr. Abbott, Huck's high school math teacher, who insisted his poker skills had won him the right to wear it.

    From the moment of his father's death, Huck swears to seek revenge. His every waking thought is focused on how and when he will beat Abbott and wear the watch that had made his father so proud. Unfortunately, many things stand in his way.

    His mother doesn't approve of the poker tradition set by her late husband, his best friend thinks it's time to let the whole thing go, and the girl of his dreams doesn't view their relationship to be as serious as Huck would like. Even getting in the famed local poker tournament is proving to be a bit of a challenge.

    Volponi uses family loyalty, colorful characters, and card shark action to draw readers into the story of Huck's attempt to regain what rightfully belongs to his family. Understanding the finer points of poker is not a necessary requirement. Readers just need the ability to follow some fast-paced action and cheer on the good guys.

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