Love Me Tender

Love Me Tender

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by Audrey Couloumbis

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Elvira’s family has never been the warm, fuzzy type. Most of the time, Elvira can’t stand the sight of her little sister, Kerrie. Elvira and her mother, Mel, fight more often than not. Mel hasn’t spoken to her own family in years. And when Mel announces she’s pregnant again, Elvira’s daddy storms off to Las Vegas to enter an Elvis


Elvira’s family has never been the warm, fuzzy type. Most of the time, Elvira can’t stand the sight of her little sister, Kerrie. Elvira and her mother, Mel, fight more often than not. Mel hasn’t spoken to her own family in years. And when Mel announces she’s pregnant again, Elvira’s daddy storms off to Las Vegas to enter an Elvis impersonator competition. But when an urgent phone call sends Elivra, Mel, and Kerrie on an unexpected trip to visit Mel’s family, Elvira discovers that love doesn’t always look like it does in television commercials–it can be as simple as a bucket of blueberries, an attic full of memories, or a song. But it’s there all right. You just have to know how to look for it.

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Publishers Weekly

Couloumbis's (Getting Near to Baby ) winning, witty portrayal of a slightly neurotic American family encapsulates universal truths about family relationships. The narrator, 13-year-old Elvira, is horrified when her father leaves home after a quarrel, bound for an Elvis impersonation competition in Las Vegas even though Elvira's pregnant mother, Mel, wanted him to stay home. Elvira worries that he won't come back, but her concerns shift when, prompted by a dire phone call, Mel packs up Elvira and her younger sister, Kerrie, and drives everyone off to visit her long-estranged mother in Memphis. (Opening the door at six in the morning to a pregnant Mel arriving unannounced with the granddaughters she's never met, Mel's mother greets them flatly with, "He's left you.") Elvira, getting to know "the grandmother" (as Elvira thinks of her) and Mel's sister, Clare ("pronounced Clare-ree ," advises Elvira, "same accent on both syllables"), has ample opportunity to reflect on families, her own attitudes about being an older sister and daughter, and the origins of family rifts. Tart characterizations, lively dialogue and Elvira's frank narration keep this perceptive novel both credible and buoyant. Ages 8-12. (Apr.)

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Children's Literature - Renee Farrah
Elvira is trying to keep an open mind about her family. Her father rushes off to an Elvis impersonator contest in Las Vegas, and she is not sure he will return. Her pregnant mother Mel has no doubt he will, while Kerrie, Elvira's little sister, wonders if they will be like normal kids, that is, kids with divorced parents. As Elvira tries to deal with her mother's hormones and demands, an aunt she has never met leaves a cryptic phone message summoning Mel and her daughters back to Mel's childhood home. While meeting her grandmother and aunt for the first time, Elvira realizes that she does not have the quintessential family, but one that is very much her own. The book is fast paced, and involves the reader's emotions, so that he or she is just as stressed out as the characters in the story. There is definitely a family resemblance between the characters that further pushes the point of family togetherness even in uncertain times. Reviewer: Renee Farrah
School Library Journal

Gr 5-8- Elvira is a feisty, stubborn 13-year-old living in New Hope, NC. She has a younger sister, Kerrie, who drives her crazy. Elvira and her mother, Mel, often bicker like two schoolgirls, and her father, Tony, is an Elvis impersonator. When Mel discovers she is pregnant, she and Tony fight about an important Elvis contest in Las Vegas, and he leaves with his blue suede shoes, tight white jeans, and Brylcreem. Mel receives a phone message from her estranged sister, Clare, which prompts her to pack up the 1957 DeSoto Fireflite (with license plate reading "ELVIS LVS") and take the girls on a road trip "home" to Memphis. The journey, of course, results in Elvira meeting family she never knew. She gains a new appreciation for her mother, discovers traits that she and her grandmother share, and finds the home she has been craving. Tony also comes to Memphis with the realization that his family is more important than an Elvis competition. Strong character development, snappy dialogue, and humorous situations carry this novel. While the central plot is ultimately predictable and not particularly fresh, readers will enjoy Elvira's voice and the humor, and just might want to find out more about Elvis Presley.-Jennifer Ralston, Harford County Public Library, Belcamp, MD

Kirkus Reviews
Matriarchal relationships form the focus of this predictable but big-hearted story by the author of the Newbery Honor award-winning Getting Near to Baby (1999). Thirteen-year-old Elvira's family is all shook up when her father, a former Elvis impersonator, lights out for Las Vegas after a fight with her pregnant mother, Mel. Then a cryptic phone message leads Mel to take Elvira and her little sister on their own road trip, to check up on Mel's estranged mother and sister. When the three generations of Steel Magnolias come together for the first time, much scrapping and secret-telling precede a hopeful truce. Meanwhile, Daddy proves he ain't a hound dog by returning home and promising to retire his jeweled jumpsuit for good. The happy ending is never in doubt, but this is part of the novel's charm. Couloumbis's rich, realistic dialogue between mothers, daughters and sisters will induce both laughter and sniffles in middle-grade fans of Kimberly Willis Holt and Catherine Murdock. As sweetly sappy and touching as the song it's named for. (Fiction. 10-14)
From the Publisher
Starred Review, Publishers Weekly, March 3, 2008:
"Couloumbis' winning, witty portrayal of a slightly neurotic American family encapsulates eniversal truths about family relationships."

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Early Friday afternoon, Daddy left mad.
He carried his guitar. The weather had turned so hot, the sweaty circles on his T-shirt looked like the wings of an insect against his back.
I followed him, dragging his duffel and panting. "Daddy, this thing is too heavy. What all are you carrying in here?"
What, besides his blue suede shoes and tight white jeans, did he need?
"Stuff," he said, and kept on going.
Okay, he needed a round brush and his diffuser and this tube of hair gunk he called "the genuine article." He'd dyed his honey-colored hair so black it made me think of fur, only I couldn't name an animal that would gleam navy blue in the sunlight, coated in Brylcreem.
Daddy always walked with a swagger as soon as he combed his hair in this rolled-over way. But this time it was a fast ticked-off swagger; I had to move it to make the driveway with any time to spare for questions.
I only had one: You're coming back, aren't you? Only I couldn't get up the nerve to ask.
I let the duffel drop next to his feet. He'd hung his white Elvis jacket from a curtain rod installed in the cab of his pickup truck. I saw a yellow butterfly had been trapped inside, drawn to the little rainbows bouncing off the shiny sequins.
That butterfly clamped itself to the back of Daddy's shoulder as he set his guitar case into the leg space of the passenger seat. He took no notice, saying, "I'm relying on you, Elvira."
"Me?" I lost my breath a little bit.
He threw the duffel into the back of the truck. He said, "Don't let things fall apart once I'm gone."
"Like what?"
Daddy looked like he shouldn't have to tell me. He went around and got into the truck. That yellow butterfly was blown off a ways as the truck started up, then came back to flutter around like it was lost. I watched Daddy till he turned the corner, taking the back road out to the airport.
Now my breath came too fast. What did he expect me to do?
I went back into the house.
The minute Daddy started packing, Mel, my mother, took to the recliner like soap to a sponge. She hadn't moved. I said to her, "He would have taken you along if he could."
"He could have taken me if he wanted me along," she said. Her straight dark hair had been twisted up off her neck while I was out there with Daddy, and the ends stuck up at the back of her head like the bristles of a broom.
"Okay, but then we'd've of all had to go. By car. Lots more luggage, and about a million bathroom stops." She shot me a dirty look. "For Kerrie, of course," I added, but I'd been thinking about this. If this was Daddy's logic, it was, well, logical.
"I took care of my little sister when I was thirteen," Mel said.
"That was in the Dark Ages," I said. "There are laws against abandoning your children now."
"My folks went out of state to a funeral," she said, her eyes on the TV screen. "They left me in charge."
"That was more in the nature of an emergency, I guess."
"Miss Nelda would look in on you."
My eyes went wide. "She uses a walker. You can't expect her to jog over here every couple of hours."
"Okay, then. You could report to her."
"You don't mean that," I said, wondering how else to reply to a woman who had recently turned into a walking time bomb. "If you did, you'd have said it before Daddy left."
There were gunshots on TV.
Mel settled more deeply into the recliner. She's a movie junkie--that's what Daddy calls her, anyway, when she shells out for extra movie channels. Personally, I never thought this was a bad trait in a mother, just I had never seen the junkie part take such hold of her.
"I hope I don't have to tell you not to mention this idea to Kerrie," I said. "She'll have to be peeled off you like a Band-Aid for days. Weeks, even."
My sister, Kerrie, had recently turned eight, but she'd started behaving like she was three again. She wasn't the only one. "I hate it when you stop talking to me in the middle of a conversation," I said.
"I know." She flipped the channel.
Mel was not herself, I could see that. But she was not herself in the worst possible way. If she got tired in the middle of the railroad tracks and lay down to take a nap, wouldn't she get up if she heard the train whistle?
"You're really annoying me," I said.
"I know," we both said at the same time, and I left the room. I didn't know who to be mad at first: Daddy, who'd chugged off without so much as a wave good-bye, or Mel, who'd sent him away mad.
Daddy had entered a competition--he didn't like for us to call it a contest. He explained how the words make people feel. The person in a contest is a contestant, one of many trying to win, and the whole feel of the word is weak. But competitions are all about competency, and competence is strength.
The Elvis Bake-Off, that's what Mel called it, and anyone with half a brain would pack up and go after she ridiculed their competition that way. Daddy went out the door, singing, "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, a-cryin' all the time."
We all knew the next line: Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine. The song echoed through my mind, over and over. I looked in on Kerrie, who was sitting in the middle of Mel and Daddy's bed.
There was stuff tossed all over the room, partly the usual mess of closets too small to hold everything, partly Daddy's packing mess. Kerrie added to it with a lot of cut-up newspaper.
She'd been trying for days to master the art of folding paper and cutting it to get connected paper dolls. She was sometimes successful enough to try it on white paper, but then she'd mess up again.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

Audrey Couloumbis is the author of several highly acclaimed books for young readers, including the Newbery Honor—winning Getting Near to Baby. She lives in upstate New York and Florida with her husband, Akilla, and their dog, Phoebe. They have two grown children.

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Love Me Tender 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
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Posted 02/07/13.I really love this book I could not stop reading it
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Im reading this book in class and its heartfelt and cozy.
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