For young hoopster Billy Raynor, life holds no higher purpose than a perfectly executed, game-winning three-point shot. But lately, things have shown him that the world is a bit more complicated than his basketball dreams. His parents have separated; his piano prodigy brother is retreating into silence; his mother is always gone; and his coach/dad can't seem to conceal his irritation that Ben isn't a team player. Mike Lupica's sports novel intertwines athletic excitement with a convincing examination of human problems that kids can understand.
Lupica (Miracle on 49th Street) again relays fast-paced basketball action in this involving first volume of the Comeback Kids series. The narrative moves equally sure-footedly off-court to explore the dynamics of 10-year-old Billy's family. His parents have recently separated, and his father, Joey, has moved to another house. Joey is also Billy's demanding, hot-headed basketball coach, constantly criticizing his son for shooting rather than passing during games. Billy's well-intentioned mother works long hours as a lawyer and travels frequently. Younger brother Ben, as passionate about the piano as Billy is about basketball, becomes increasingly withdrawn and, alarmingly, begins to skip piano lessons. Billy comes to Ben's rescue when a school bully picks on him, but resents feeling that his often-absent parents expect him to take care of his vulnerable brother. Tensions peak when Ben's piano recital and Billy's championship game occur at the same time; their mother is called out of town, and their father refuses to miss the game for Ben's recital. The resolution is pat, but pleasing-although not as pleasing as the sports writing. Lupica moves to the gridiron in the series' Two-Minute Drill, due the same month. These should score big with middle-graders looking for alternatives to Matt Christopher's titles.Ages 8-up. (Sept.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Billy is mad when his dad moves out because he, his brother Ben, and their sister are often left with the nanny while their mother is away on business. Ben, a piano prodigy, is also upset by the parent’s separation. He is so quiet that no one notices his anguish until Billy discovers that Ben is not going to his piano lessons. Basketball gives Billy his happiest moments, in spite of the fact that his dad, as the coach, comes down hard on him. Billy likes to shoot as often as possible and is backed up by his friend Lenny. Billy’s dad wants him to learn to pass and be part of the team. The crisis comes when the final basketball game and Ben’s recital are scheduled for the same time. Billy has to choose between playing in his game and supporting his younger brother. This is part of the “Comeback Kids” series. Against the background of his parent’s separation, Billy tries to balance his own needs with the needs of his team and his family. Reviewer: Carlee Hallman
From the Publisher
Praise for the Comeback Kids:
“Lupica portrays the action clearly and vividly, with a real sense of the excitement and unpredictable nature of the games. These are worthy additions to collections seeking to draw in middle-grade boys with an enthusiasm for athletics.” –School Library Journal
“These should score big with middle-graders looking for alternatives to Matt Christopher's titles.” –Publisher’s Weekly
“This title is a good choice for reluctant readers with a background in baseball.” –School Library Journal
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It had been three days since Billy Raynor’s dad told them that he was going to live in a different house.
His mom explained that it was something known as a “trial separation.”
Yeah, Billy thought, a separation of thirteen blocks— he’d counted them up after looking at the map in the phone book—plus the train station, plus the biggest park in town, Waverly Park, where all the ballfields were.
His parents could call it a “trial separation” all they wanted, try to wrap the whole thing up in grown- up language, the way grown- ups did when they had something bad to tell you. But they weren’t fooling Billy.
His dad had left them.
Now his mom was leaving, too.
She wasn’t leaving for good. It was just another one of her business trips, one Billy had known was coming. She’d told him and his sister and his little brother that she had to go back up to Boston for a few days because of this big case she was working on. A real trial, instead of a dumb trial separation. That was why it was no big surprise to him that her suitcases were in the front hall again, lined up like fat toy soldiers. And why it was no surprise that the car taking her to the airport, one that looked exactly like the other long, black, take-her-to-the-airport cars, was parked in the driveway with the motor running.
Another getaway car, Billy thought to himself, like in a movie.
From the time his mom had started to get famous as a lawyer, even going on television sometimes, she always seemed to be going somewhere. Now it was because of a case she’d been working on for a while. She said it was an important one.
But as far as Billy could tell, they all were.
So she was going to be up in Boston for a few days. And his dad was now on the other side of town, even though it already felt to Billy like the other side of the whole country. Billy was ten, and both his parents were always telling him how bright he was. But he wasn’t bright enough to figure out what had happened to their family this week.
He wondered sometimes if he was ever going to figure out grown-ups.
His best friend, Lenny, said you had a better chance of figuring out girls.
All he knew for sure, right now, the end of his first official week of living with only one parent in the house, was this: It was about to be no parents in the house. And on this Saturday morning, with his sixteen- year- old sister, Eliza, still at a sleepover and his brother, Ben, already at his piano lesson, pretty soon it would be the quietest house in the world. With their dad gone, at least the arguing between his parents had stopped. Only now Billy couldn’t decide what was worse, the arguing or the quiet.
Of course, Peg would be around. Peg: the nanny who had always seemed to be so much more to Billy.
To him, Peg had always been like a mom who came off the bench and into the game every time suitcases were lined up in the hall again and one of the black cars was back in the driveway. It had been that way with Peg even before his dad had up and moved out.
Billy’s mom had finished up a call on her cell phone while he finished his breakfast. His dad used to make the pancakes on Saturdays. But his mom had done it today, maybe trying to act like things were normal even if they both knew they weren’t.
His mom, whose first name was Lynn, sat down next to him on one of the high chairs they used when they were eating at the counter in the middle of the kitchen.
“Hey, pal,” she said.
He speared the last piece of pancake and pushed it through the puddle of syrup on his plate.
“I’m sorry to be leaving so soon, after. . . .” She hesitated, like she would sometimes when Billy would hear her upstairs in her bedroom, practicing one of her courtroom speeches at night.
“After Dad left us,” Billy said. “That’s what you were going to say, wasn’t it?”
“You’re right, I was,” his mom said. “So soon after that. But you understand it can’t be helped, right? I know you don’t think your dad and I did a very good job of explaining what’s happened to us all. But I hope I explained why I had to go back up to Boston today.”
Billy the bright boy said, “Mom, I know it’s your job.”
“And,” Lynn Raynor said, “you understand why I’m having you and Ben and Eliza stay here with Peg and not move over to your dad’s place, don’t you?”
His mom had already gone over this about ten times. Now Billy was afraid she was going to do it all over again. Maybe it was something lawyers did, explained things until you practically knew them by heart.
“I understand that part, Mom,” he said. “This is our home. And you don’t want us to get in the habit of going back and forth between you and dad until—”
“Until this whole thing sorts itself out,” his mom said, finishing his thought for him.
Billy nodded, even though that was the part he really didn’t get, since it seemed to him that things had sorted themselves out already.
They were here.
His dad was there.
Case closed, as his mom liked to say.
“Got it,” he said.
“Hey,” she said, getting down off her chair.
“How about a hug?”
Billy jumped down and gave her one, harder than he’d planned. What she had always called the Big One.
“You be the man of the house while I’m away,” she said. “Okay?”
It was the same thing his father had said on Wednesday before he drove away.
But Billy Raynor didn’t want to be the man of the house.
He just wanted to be a kid.