Jersey Tomatoes are the Best

Jersey Tomatoes are the Best

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by Maria Padian

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This is a hilarious and heartbreaking story of two teen girls and the summer when everything changes for them. Both Henry and Eva are New Jersey natives and excellent athletes: Henry's a master on the tennis court and Eva is a graceful ballerina. When opportunity knocks for both of them the summer before their junior year in high school they throw open the door

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This is a hilarious and heartbreaking story of two teen girls and the summer when everything changes for them. Both Henry and Eva are New Jersey natives and excellent athletes: Henry's a master on the tennis court and Eva is a graceful ballerina. When opportunity knocks for both of them the summer before their junior year in high school they throw open the door: Henry sees freedom from her overbearing father and a chance to build her talents on the court. Eva sees the chance to be the best as well as even more pressure to be graceful, lighter, more perfect on the dancefloor.

Soon, Eva's obsession with physical perfection leads her down the path to anorexia, and her health issues overwhelm everything else. But through it all these two best friends know that Jersey Tomatoes are the Best, and nothing will come between them no matter the distance.

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Publishers Weekly
Almost 16, Eva and Henry (don't ever call her Henriette) have been best friends forever, with a shared understanding of demanding parents and a deep love for their home state of New Jersey. This summer, Eva is accepted to the prestigious New York School of Dance, while Henry talks her father/coach into letting her attend a tennis academy in Florida. Each girl has a dangerous voice in her head. For Henry it's that of her father, whose desire to win has Henry using every psychological trick in the book to defeat her opponents; over the summer she falls in love and learns to count on her tennis skills, instead. Eva's voice is an eating disorder that slowly whittles away at her, resulting in near-deadly consequences before she accepts the gravity of her illness. With complex characters, a wrenchingly realistic portrayal of anorexia, and a friendship that is the true heart of the story, Padian (Brett McCarthy: Work in Progress) offers a well-wrought tale that makes it crystal clear that New Jersey has much more to offer than a certain reality show might suggest. Ages 12–up. (Mar.)
Children's Literature - Heather Robertson Mason
Eva Smith is an aspiring ballerina already performing the lead roles in many local shows. Henry Lloyd is an aspiring tennis player known for her ferocious serve and even more ferocious attitude. Both girls know what it is like to push one's body to its limits. Both also know how hard it is to deal with an overbearing parent. That is why the two of them are best friends. But when they are separated for a summer, Henry to tennis camp in Florida and Eva to an elite ballet school in New York, their friendship is tested and one of them must choose what is more important, her goals or her friend. There are a few issues underlining this novel: eating disorders, dysfunctional families, and the manipulation of rising stars to name a few. However, true friendship is the big theme and the one that readers will relate to the most. This is an excellent story. The quick pace and likable protagonists make it great for a beach read, yet the insight to more serious topics opens the door to more in-depth discussions. The story is believable and subtle. The parents, while originally set up as villains of sorts, are complex, revealing more about themselves as time goes on. This is a definite addition to the summer reading list. Reviewer: Heather Robertson Mason
VOYA - Caitlin Augusta
Henry Lloyd and Eva Smith are serious high school athletes and best friends living in much-maligned New Jersey. Henry plays killer tennis, but she really nails her opponents with the mind games her driven father encourages. Eva's perfectionism has a fitting outlet in ballet, although her pushy mother loses no opportunities to help her shine. The girls depart New Jersey for summer athletic workshops, with very different outcomes. Henry's high-power tennis camp teaches her that her obnoxious court behavior does not make her happy, while Eva ends up hospitalized with anorexia. Ultimately this story, told in alternating first-person narratives, reveals how athletics shape Henry and Eva's identities. Henry admires Eva's grace and dedication even as she questions the impact her own father's coaching has had on her. And Eva sees herself as a pale shadow of Henry's beauty and talent even as she wonders if her mother will love her if she fails at ballet. These reflections, in which the girls act as foils to one another, allow the reader to see how the pursuit of athletic excellence affects the person each girl is becoming. Padian draws detailed portraits of Henry, Eva, and the secondary characters, creating realistic scenarios high school girls will want to follow. In the final chapters, the remorse of their parents seems unrealistically tidy, and the two stories could intersect more clearly. However, most girls will enjoy reading this story of tennis, ballet, and an endearing female friendship. Reviewer: Caitlin Augusta
Kirkus Reviews

The worlds of ballet and tennis provide an intriguing background for this story about two gifted best friends. Eva's talent for ballet and Henry's ("don't call her Henriette") success in tennis, combined with the parental pressure they endure, provide a tight connection. Each is about to have an experience that could move them closer to their dreams. Eva survives a tough audition for a prestigious ballet program, while Henry settles into a Florida tennis academy known for turning out winners. Despite making a good impression, though, Eva struggles with confidence and self-image. Henry, however, not only makes friends but also begins a romance with the academy's star. When Eva sustains an injury, her tenuous hold slips and serious problems are revealed. Henry is ready to go to her friend even if it means sacrificing her position at the academy. Told in the distinctive voices of the two main characters, this is a compelling look at similarities between the high-pressure worlds of arts and sports for young people involved at a high level. While there is nothing new about teens struggling with self-image, the interesting protagonists, details from both worlds and the well-drawn, flawed adult characters make this a worthwhile read.(Fiction. 14 & up)

School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—Eva, a ballet dancer, and Henriette, a star tennis player, lead highly competitive lives, but they never compete against one another, except for which of their parents is the most insanely overbearing. When Henry goes to a tennis camp in Florida and Eva to a ballet school in New York for the summer, it becomes apparent that, while Henry thrives on the challenges of her athletic career, Eva is slowly being destroyed by the pressures of ballet culture and her own impossible quest for perfection. The story follows the girls in alternating narratives, and Henry's chapters vibrantly recount the expected experiences of a teen at camp: a colorful roommate, a cute guy who turns out to be sleazy, and another guy she ends up falling for. By contrast, Eva's chapters become increasingly dark and self-critical as her precarious mental condition deteriorates, and she slips into a regimen of starvation and exercise that portends disaster. While it's obvious early on that Eva has an eating disorder, it takes an astonishingly long time for anyone to act. The teens' high-powered and oblivious parents are perhaps exaggerated, but the intense stress felt by Henry, and especially Eva, to perform and please will resonate with high-achieving readers. This is a moving portrayal of the mental anguish of anorexia and a story about discovering your values and cherishing your friendships above all else. Give this novel to fans of Sarah Dessen's work and anyone else who likes chick lit that both entertains and skillfully addresses serious teen topics.—Emma Burkhart, Springside School, Philadelphia, PA

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Random House Children's Books
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5.80(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.20(d)
HL630L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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Chapter One


I know I've won when she starts talking to herself.

"Stupid, Emily!" I hear her say. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Watch the ball! Not the target!"

She paces and mutters, and as I wait on my side of the net, I calmly bounce the ball on the baseline.

That's right, Emily. Eye on the ball. You wouldn't have just hit it into the net if you'd kept your eye on the ball. Watch it closely. So closely that you can read the manufacturer's name as it connects with the strings on your racket. Say it as you smack it: Penn. Wilson. Dunlop.

Emily stops pacing, places her racket carefully on the ground and bends over to tie her laces. Pretends to tie her laces, that is. Classic. No line judge or opponent would dare accuse her of stalling. Of catching her breath and settling her nerves. But that's what she's doing. I've used that strategy myself when I want to interrupt the pace and play with my opponent's head.

Or when I'm losing.

She straightens up and slowly walks to the left corner of the ad box, preparing to receive my serve. She practically straddles the alley, that's how far left she stands. Protecting her backhand. Assuming that I'm going to serve into her backhand.

If you can't read the name on the ball, then you're not looking hard enough. How many times have I heard that? And still, in a match, especially a big one like this, you could forget. Forget the most basic, Tennis 101 lesson in the book: watch the ball hit the racket. Although, quite frankly, Emily my dear, even that won't save you now. You're down four games in the second set, it's 40-love, and I'm about to serve you into five games down. You're not stupid, Emily. You're toast.

"Forty-love," I call out, as if she doesn't know. I twist my hand counterclockwise on the grip, lean over and bounce the ball one, two, three times in front of me. A little compression in the knees, then spring! Both arms up in a perfect V. My left hand releases the ball, palm open to the sky, like I'm catching raindrops, while my right arm bends at the elbow as if the racket were a giant back scratcher. The ball floats up and over me, hovers in the air briefly at two o'clock, and as my arm snaps forward, hurling the racket face as if I were pitching a baseball, I see the word imprinted on the fuzzy yellow surface: Wilson. The ball makes a solid popping sound as it connects with the strings.

It arcs high over the net, down the center of the court. A loopy, twisting floater right down the T, a big fat second serve to Emily's forehand. Never mind that she expects a hard first serve to her backhand. The ball bounces an inch inside the line, then kicks high and away from her. She doesn't move. Doesn't even whiff at it. Ace. My game.

Applause, chatter, the usual eruption of spectator sound as we switch sides. We've parked our bags at opposite ends of the net, eliminating the need to make eye contact as we swallow water, towel off, and take a quick bite of a half-eaten PowerBar. We're allowed sixty seconds to make this journey from one side to the other, refueling as we cross the line. We aren't supposed to talk to anyone, especially not a coach. Just drink, gulp and go.

As I rescrew the top of my water bottle, I glance down the length of the net toward Emily. She has her head down, breathing hard. The red Nike top she wears has darkened during the course of the game, drenched with sweat. She has both hands on her knees, and a man wearing a blue polo shirt crouches beside her and speaks urgently into her ear.

"Hey! None of that!" a deep male voice bellows to my right.

The chatter stops and every head turns in the direction of the voice. Seated on the aluminum bleachers not a dozen feet from where I stand, another man, markedly tan, glares at Emily and her companion. He has a slim notebook opened across his knees and a pencil tucked behind one ear. Anyone who doesn't know him might wonder: is he a reporter taking notes? Of course, I know that he's been carefully recording every stroke of the game in that book, every point won or lost. A methodical, unblinking diary of the afternoon's event, to be analyzed in minute detail before the sun sets.

Tan Notebook Man is my father.

Blue Polo Man straightens, and raises one reassuring hand.

"It's okay," he says. Emily picks up her racket and begins walking to her side of the court.

"No coaching allowed!" my father shouts. "You want to get her disqualified?" Gasps of surprise. The whisper of hushed, urgent conversation from the spectators.

Here we go again.

Emily halts, midstride, and looks hesitantly at Blue Polo Man.

"It's okay," he repeats, firmly, to her. Then he turns to my dad.

"I'm not her coach," he calls back, then returns to the bleachers on his side.

"Oh yeah?" my dad retorts. "How do we know that?" He stands up, clutching his notebook so it doesn't fall.

"Hey, buddy, chill," I hear someone call out. "Just let the kids play," chimes in another voice. "Delay of game!" calls a third. My father doesn't sit.

"Daddy!" I hiss. Heads swivel in my direction.

"Pipe down and let me finish beating her, okay?" A moment's shocked pause, then laughter, rippling through the crowd. At first my father frowns, then his mouth twists into a knowing smile. Even if Blue Polo Man were Emily's coach, it doesn't matter. I need one more game, just four points, to wrap this up and become Henriette Lloyd, Northern New Jersey 16-and-Under Junior Tennis Champion. Emily could be on a cell phone life-lining Venus and Serena, for all I care. Read her body language, folks. This one is mine.

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