Melanie in Manhattan

Melanie in Manhattan

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by Carol Weston

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For once, Mel is spending her vacation on her home turf—Manhattan! But she’s not alone. Miguel, the cute boy she met in Spain, is visiting New York, and this time Mel gets to be his tour guide. From the Empire State Building to the Statue of Liberty, from the Central Park Zoo to the Brooklyn Bridge, Mel and Miguel are off on their own adventures. But—


For once, Mel is spending her vacation on her home turf—Manhattan! But she’s not alone. Miguel, the cute boy she met in Spain, is visiting New York, and this time Mel gets to be his tour guide. From the Empire State Building to the Statue of Liberty, from the Central Park Zoo to the Brooklyn Bridge, Mel and Miguel are off on their own adventures. But—uh-oh!—
Mel also meets a boy in math class. And while she is learning lots about the Big Apple, she is also learning it’s harder than you think to like two guys at one time.

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Kirkus Reviews
Home-for a travel adventure? Yes, our globetrotting, diary-keeping Melanie sees her own Manhattan with fresh eyes when Miguel, the boy whom she met in Spain, comes to visit and she takes him sightseeing. This fourth outing is a thoroughly enjoyable pre-teen insider's view of the island that will amuse those who know the Big Apple and those who've only read about it. They're buying cheese at Zabars; riding the subway; visiting the Frick Museum; hailing cabs; walking across the Brooklyn Bridge; and seeing the original Winnie the Pooh (in New York Public Library's Central Children's Room). Her rediscovered excitement over New York's renowned attractions is realistically expressed through her diary entries; the device is engaging as Melanie sends her friends e-mails and frets over liking two boys at the same time: Miguel and a classmate. She still uses her trademark triplicate words, makes up rhymes, and inserts phonetic pronunciations of all the Spanish words she learns. Fans will want more, more, more. Fun, fun, fun. (Fiction. 8-12)

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March 31

Dear Brand-New Diary,

Whoa! I can't believe my eyes!!!

I am about to be face to face (or girl to statue) with the Statue of Liberty!!

I love the Statue of Liberty!!! She is green from her spiky crown to her big flip-flops, and she's draped in a toga dress that makes her look like a Roman goddess--an American Roman goddess.

We're on a boat because Dad's boss invited us to a party. The invitation said, "Don't be late--the boat won't wait!"

The bad thing is that there are no kids my age. The worse thing is that my brother, Matt the Brat, is acting his age--seven.

He keeps waving at other boats and shouting "Ahoy!" He's even ahoying seagulls. And there are lots of seagulls.

I told him to quit it, but he said, "Ahoy!"

I said, "I hope a seagull poops on you!"

He said, "Ahoy!" again.

There's nothing more annoying than a brother who's ahoying!

Seriously! You'd think Matt would look up at the Statue of Liberty. She is getting closer and bigger

and bigger and

How can he be so clueless? How can he not see what's right in front of him??

twenty minutes later

I couldn't take it anymore, so finally I said, "Hey, Ahoy Boy! Look over there!"

He looked, and instead of saying, "Ahoy!" he said, "Awesome!"

The Statue of Liberty is pretty, but not pretty-pretty. More like: proud. But not show-offy proud. Dignified proud. As though she knows she's done the exact right thing, welcoming new people to America.

It feels like she is even welcoming us back home from our trip to Spain.
Dad came over and took pictures of me sticking up one hand and holding my diary (you) in the other: The Statue of Melanie!

Matt asked, "Can we have a party on a boat someday?"

Dad said, "Don't hold your breath!" So of course Matt started holding his breath--and making a big deal of it. Dad told us that the Statue of Liberty was built by two French guys: Eiffel (who designed the Eiffel Tower) and Bartholdi (who made her look like his mom). Dad also said that her nose is four-and-a-half feet long. I doubt mine is even two inches!

We were getting really close to the Statue of Liberty, and I couldn't stop staring. It was like I was under a spell--a spell Moron Matt kept trying to break! His  freckly cheeks were puffed out and his blue eyes were wide open and he kept shifting from one foot to the other. Finally he exhaled and asked, "Think she could catch a fly ball?"

I said, "No! She would never put her torch down."

"Think she's ticklish under her arm?"

"Ha ha. You're hilarious."

"Think she has B.O. and needs a de-ODOR-ant?"

"Matt, you immature idiot, stop trying to be funny."

"I'm funny without trying."

"No, you are so not funny, it's not even funny. Besides, there are some things you just don't joke about."

"Like what?"

"Like the Statue of Liberty. Duh! Leave her alone!"

Matt shrugged, then he and Dad left me alone. Alone with the most famous statue in America!

Seagulls are squawking and grown-ups are talking, but Lady Liberty is serious, strong, and still. (That's an alliteration.)

And sure of herself. She is the opposite of moody!

What would it feel like to be the Statue of Liberty: to be so solid and so permanent? 
She is now getting farther and farther and smaller and smaller.

We passed by Ellis Island (where immigrants used to arrive) and are heading toward Lower Manhattan (where the twin towers used to be). Mom came to check on me, but since I was writing, she just put her hands on the railing. I can always tell when she is thinking about the towers because she gets extra quiet.

A long time ago, before security people started looking at everyone's shoes at airports, America tried to put out a great big welcome mat for anyone who wanted to come here.

Then things got more complicated.

I'm lucky. I've traveled pretty much and I'm learning about the world. For some reason, though, I don't usually think about being American.

Right now, what I'm thinking is that if I had a flaming torch, I would hold it high and shine it back at the Statue of Liberty. But I really wish I had a magic torch--a torch that could stop time in its tracks! Why? Because I like being in fifth grade and having a best friend (Cecily) and a boy I like (Miguel). I like things exactly the way they are. Life feels . . .

Almost perfect,
Melanie in Manhattan

P.S. It's a good thing I put you in my backpack. Normally I keep travel diaries--which I did in Italy, Holland, and Spain. This will be my very first Melanie At Home diary!

April Fool's Day

Dear Diary,

It's April Fool's, but I swear I'm not making this up.

Over spring break, while I was off in Spain having my first kiss with Miguel, our mice, Milkshake and Pancake, were here having a whole entire family!

They multiplied!

We didn't even know they were pregnant!

We didn't even know they were a boy and a girl.

Now instead of two, there are ten!

The babies are red, blind, bald, teeny tiny, and somewhere in between cute and disgusting. (To be honest, they are more on the disgusting side.)

They keep hanging on to the mother to nurse. Poor Milkshake! She must be exhausted. You know the song "Three Blind Mice"? Well, she has eight blind mice.
Pancake is already trying to make more babies (if you know what I mean). It's like a TV nature show.

In the world, mice get eaten up by cats and owls and other predators, so Mother Nature has to make sure that each mouse pair makes tons of babies so that a few can survive to make tons more babies. In Matt's room, however, there are no predators. (Matt can be an Annoying Little Brother, or A.L.B., but at least he doesn't eat mice.)

What are baby mice called anyway? Baby dogs are puppies; baby cats are kittens; baby owls are owlets; baby ducks are ducklings. But baby mice aren't micies or micetens or micelets or mouselings.

Whatever they're called, Matt is excited about them. He said:

It's kind of nice to have 10 mice.

Mom and Dad are not excited. They are the opposite.
Me, I'm . . . 
In between,
Mouse owner Mel

Meet the Author

Carol Weston is the author of The Diary of Melanie Martin, Melanie Martin Goes Dutch, and With Love from Spain, Melanie Martin. The author lives in New York, NY.

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Melanie in Manhattan 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Melanie totally tells life like it is. I have a really similar life to hers and found myself reading it over and over... more five times!!! Melanie is a great character and Cecily and Miguel make it extra great. Read this book!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Well, Kristen said it all. This book is great for preteens- preteen girls, that is. It so realistic at how Melanie deals with situations. It's almost like an actual fifth-grade graduate named Melanie living in Manhattan wrote the book. When I looked at eh cover, I thought it would be a really weird book, but it really isn't weird. It's actually a really wonderful book. So, don't judge a book by its cover!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a great book for preteen girls. Melanie makes reading her diary fun and entertaing with adding quotes from her day and making up funny poems. It is also so real how she handles her problems and emabarrasing moments.WONDERFUL READ!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'll quote the review above: Kirkus called it on this one! This novel keeps kids laughing and turning pages and also asking questions about history and art. I've given the four Melanie Martin novels to several families and two different moms have literally credited Melanie (and me!) for turning their daughters into readers. It's the diary of an 11-year-old New Yorker with two crushes, one brother (Matt the Brat), and way too many mice. . .