Olivia Bean, Trivia Queenby Donna Gephart
Readers who loved The Fourteenth Goldfish will cheer for Olivia Bean as she strives to win kids’ week Jeopardy!
Olivia Bean knows trivia. She watches Jeopardy! every night and usually beats at least one of the contestants. If she were better at geography, she would try out for the show’s kids’ week./i>/u>/b>/i>
Readers who loved The Fourteenth Goldfish will cheer for Olivia Bean as she strives to win kids’ week Jeopardy!
Olivia Bean knows trivia. She watches Jeopardy! every night and usually beats at least one of the contestants. If she were better at geography, she would try out for the show’s kids’ week. Not only could she win bundles of money, she’d get to go to the taping in California, where her dad, who left two years ago and who Olivia misses like crazy, lives with his new family. One day Olivia’s friend-turned-nemesis, Tucker, offers to help her bulk up her geography knowledge. Before Olivia knows it, she’s getting help from all sorts of unexpected sources: her almost-stepdad, super-annoying Neil; her genius little brother, Charlie; even her stressed-out mom. But will the one person she wants to impress more than anyone else show up to support her?
“This tale will have readers cheering for the resilient, resourceful Olivia”Kirkus, Starred Review
"The real draw in this tender, triumphant novel from Gephart is Olivia's successful progression through Jeopardy!'s hoops and the happy ending for our particulary deserving contestant."Publisher's Weekly
"Gephart has crafted a convincing narrative about a child trying to make sense of a complex adult world."School, Library Journal
"A tender, funny portrayal of a girl learning to appreciate both what she has and what she has to offer."The Bulletin for the Center for Children's Books, Recommended
"Gephart keeps all the parts moving, even adding a dollop of romance."Booklist
Read an Excerpt
Who Is Not My Dad?
It’s 7:26 p.m., and you know what that means.
Little Bother is upstairs in his room, ramming Matchbox cars into the furniture, each other and probably DJ, our orange tabby. Mom’s in the kitchen, washing dinner dishes. Neil’s in there, too, drying dishes. And singing.
Conditions would be perfect for me to enjoy a quiet game of Jeopardy! in the living room by myself, except for Neil’s singing. It’s not like he’s crooning softly, either, and being considerate of other people in the house. Neil’s belting out an Aretha Franklin song like he’s auditioning for American Idol. And he’s completely mangling the lyrics.
“What it is you want,” Neil practically shouts. “Baby, I got it.”
Mom’s laughter rings out over the sound of running water.
If it’s possible, Neil seems to be ramping the volume up even more. “All I’m askin’ of you, my lady,” he sings/shouts, “is just little bits of respect when you come home.”
Mom chimes in, “Just little bits.”
I can’t help but smile at the happiness in Mom’s voice.
“Hey, my lady.” Neil’s voice ruins my mood.
“Just little bits,” Mom sings.
“Whenever you get”
“Stop!” I scream. “Jeopardy! is almost on!”
Mom skids out of the kitchen into the dining room, a dish towel draped over her shoulder and a soup ladle clutched in her left handthe hand that used to hold her wedding ring. She grins at me like this is a big joke and sings into the ladle as though it were a microphone. “Just little bits.”
Neil stands behind her and puts his hands on her hips. “My lady!” he sings into Mom’s hair.
She looks up at him and smiles. “Little bits.”
They sway back and forth.
Yuck. “Um,” I say. “Jeopardy! is about to start. Could you please take your little show on the road?” What I don’t say is: Our house used to be nice and quiet before Neil moved in one month, three weeks and five days ago. Not that I’m counting or anything.
“Jeopardy!,” Neil says, and looks at Mom.
She nods toward the living room. Toward me!
My shoulders slump. I like it better when Neil has to work at the library until they close at nine. On those nights, it’s just me, Mom and Charlie for dinnerjust like it was before he moved in. And I get to watch Jeopardy! alone.
As Neil heads my way, Mom snaps him on the butt with the kitchen towel. Thwack!
He leaps forward.
“Adorable,” I mutter. “Barfingly adorable.”
I strain to remember whether Mom and Dad ever acted that way when they were together. Maybe in the beginning when they first met, but not any time I was around to see it. The only kind of music I remember Mom and Dad making together was loud fighting.
Just then, I hear the Jeopardy! theme music, so I push Mom and Dad out of my mind and focus on the TV.
“Mind if I join you?” Neil asks, pulling up a stool and sitting beside me without waiting for my answer. He leans forward and scratches his scruffy beard, which makes him look like a college professor . . . or a homeless person.
I’m silent, hoping he’ll take the hint and go back into the kitchen with Mom. I want to say that there must be dishes that need drying, but I don’t. I want to say that maybe this time, they can sing “Over the Mountains and Far Away,” but I don’t do that either.
Dad used to request that song when I learned to play violin in fourth grade. “Jelly Bean,” he would say. “Could you please play ‘Over the Mountains and Far Away’?” It took a bit of research to learn that Dad was teasing about my screechy playing. There is no song called “Over the Mountains and Far Away”; it was Dad’s fun way of asking me to practice somewhere else.
Neil leans forward and rubs his hands together. “Ready, Olivia?”
I slide away from him, like we’re repelling ends of magnets, and I don’t answer.
Neil sighs, but stays where he is.
Maybe that should make me feel guilty, but I can’t worry about hurting Neil’s feelings right now. It’s especially important that I focus on Jeopardy! tonight. The practice might help with tomorrow’s geography test.
When I was younger and told Dad how much I wanted to be on Jeopardy!, he shook his head and said, “Oh, Olivia, you wouldn’t do well on that show. There are a ton of geography questions, and geography just isn’t your thing.” Dad was right, of course. I am lousy at geographyit’s my weakest subjectbut I hope that if I study hard and get better at it, I can be on the show someday.
If I watch Jeopardy! now and hit the books later tonight, maybe I won’t completely bomb the test tomorrow.
As Alex Trebek introduces the three contestantsJenny from Oklahoma, Jack from Nevada and Asia from MichiganCharlie, aka Little Bother, rockets down the steps, a Matchbox car in each hand. He stops in front of the TV. “Bet you didn’t know flamingos pee on their legs on purpose to cool off.”
“Ew,” I say. “And get out.”
Charlie doesn’t move.
Neil glares at him. “Charlie Bean, we’ve talked about this. Jeopardy! is on and it’s Olivia’s special thing. You need to go somewhere else.” He leans close to Charlie’s ear and whispers loudly, “I have it on good authority your mom’s in the kitchen making brownies.” When Charlie doesn’t scoot, Neil adds, “With chocolate chips.”
Charlie tilts his head like he’s thinking about which would be more fun, eating brownies with chocolate chips or bothering me; then he zooms into the kitchen like a race car. I hear him tell Mom the flamingo fact.
It’s no surprise that Charlie got the Bean gene for collecting trivia, but unlike me and Dad, Charlie loves gross trivia. Yesterday, he shared with us that an emetomaniac is a person who always feels like throwing up.
I’m pretty sure that little gem of information will not help me on tomorrow’s geography test. I just hope I don’t get so nervous when Ms. Lucas hands out the test papers that I become an emetomaniac in front of the whole class. Right now, though, I’m grateful Charlie’s in the kitchen.
I can focus on Jeopardy!
Neil hunches forward, his bushy eyebrows furrowed.
Dad used to sit back while watching Jeopardy!, relaxed as Sunday morning. He’d answer about 90 percent of the questions, then wave his hand dismissively. “I should be on that show,” he’d say. “I could do better than those bozos. It’s easy.”
Jeopardy! is not easy; Dad’s just really smart and can hold a lot of information in his head, like when he plays blackjack and can remember which cards have already been played. I’m a lot like Dad when it comes to remembering information . . . except most geography facts.
Alex Trebek reads each category“Elementary!, Quick Foods, Chairman of the Board, Famous Captains and ‘CAT ’-astrophes.”
A tingly shiver runs through my body.
The game is about to begin.
Meet the Author
DONNA GEPHART is the author of As If Being 12 3/4 Isn't Bad Enough, My Mother Is Running for President, How to Survive Middle School, Death by Toilet Paper and Lily and Dunkin. She lives in Jupiter, Florida, with her family.
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Donna Gephart has produced a winner yet again. Olivia Bean Trivia Queen is a fun-filled book about a young girl in search of a spot on the famed Jeopardy show. As with all Gephart's books, this character's inner thoughts take us from mild chuckling to laugh out loud funny. Gephart's gift, however, is how she weaves the poignant and more serious story line amidst the laughs. Olivia's parents have divorced and her father moved far away. Not only does Olivia miss him desperately, but now she has to get used to her mother's new live-in boyfriend, Neal. Armed with trivia books and a saddled with a younger brother with a penchant for gross trivia, Olivia forges on. Throughout her journey, she learns that the best people to have on her side are the ones who live with her and support her no matter what. Filled with bits of trivia, this book is enjoyable from the first page to the last. A MUST READ for anyone - of any age -- who loves Jeopardy!
An amazing book. You should really read it. You also learn a lot ftom this book.
This book is one to make you laugh and cry. Olivia is loving to her family including a stressed, money-on-the-mind-mom, slightly naive brother and stepfather, whom she is wary of at first but comes to love. As Livi makes her way toCalifornia to be on Jeopardy!, she pines away for the people who live there. As infrences tell readers, her father married her best friend's mom and moved them to California. Nikki, the friend, blames poor old Olivia and despises her. (I hate that nikki girl.) I am not to the end of the book yet and since i am eager to see what happens next with Olivia's relashionships and with Jeopardy, I am going to go read! I advise you buy this book and do the same.
Olivia is so smart. Ive been collecting the trivia factoids since I borrowed the book. I totally want to be on Jeporady! Kids Week.
The best book EVER!!!!! A must read. I just finished reading it for the third time!!!
Olivia bean loves trivia. It is a great book.
This book was awesome i really reccomend it
It is one of my favorite books! It makes you think about the questions to. The author makes you feel in the book.
This book is a drama where olivia bean enters a jeporady contest to prove to her dad she is a trivia queen. Tucker, her ex- friend is now friends with olivia bean again.her dad is addicted to gambliing and ran away with her friend and her friends mom.on top of that she has ro deal with her moms boyfriend