Pregnant Pause

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 «“Readers . . . will always feel like they are in the experienced hands of a master storyteller.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review

Nobody gets away with telling sixteen-year-old Eleanor Crowe what to do. But as a pregnant teen, her options are limited: move to Kenya with her missionary parents or marry the baby’s father and work at his family’s summer camp for overweight kids. She chooses marriage. A camp tragedy prompts a series of events that overwhelms Elly with ...

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 «“Readers . . . will always feel like they are in the experienced hands of a master storyteller.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review

Nobody gets away with telling sixteen-year-old Eleanor Crowe what to do. But as a pregnant teen, her options are limited: move to Kenya with her missionary parents or marry the baby’s father and work at his family’s summer camp for overweight kids. She chooses marriage. A camp tragedy prompts a series of events that overwhelms Elly with difficult choices. Somehow, she must leverage her usual stubbornness to ensure a future for herself and her baby. A fascinating character study.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Nolan presents a sensitive look at the difficulties of teen pregnancy. . .Drawing in both reluctant and avid readers, this novel is an uplifting page-turner with a great deal of heart."—School Library Journal, starred review  

"Readers will love Eleanor's openness and admire her strength in dealing with hard choices and unexpected disasters."—Publishers Weekly   "As revealed in her first-person narration, Elly is passionate, smart-mouthed, rebellious and completely endearing. Secondary characters are similarly well-crafted, refusing to fit into stereotypes. Readers may feel like laughing, crying and grinding their teeth in frustration, but they will always feel like they are in the experienced hands of a master storyteller."—Kirkus Reviews, starred review   "National Book Award finalist Nolan has written a multilayered character study of Elly, a young woman angry at the adults in her life but enormously resourceful and capable of love. The issues she faces—teen pregnancy, immature boyfriends, bewildered and angry parents, whether to keep the baby, and even the problems of overweight campers—all have their origins in grief and control. How Elly plows through this complex morass both before and after the baby arrives makes for not only a strong story but a subtle object lesson as well."—Booklist  

"The combination of camp story and problem novel give the book high appeal, and the characters are complex and sympathetic, particularly Elly as she works through her issues and grapples believably with the forced onset of adulthood."-Bulletin

Publishers Weekly
Two of 16-year-old Eleanor Crowe's biggest foibles, being stubborn and taking risks, turn out to be benefits in this funny and tragic tale of a pregnant teen. When Eleanor's parents find out she's going to have a baby, they give her two choices: go to Kenya with them to do missionary work or move in with her "dried-up, laced-up" married older sister in California. Both scenarios require putting her child up for adoption. Acting characteristically rebellious, Eleanor instead opts to marry her boyfriend, Lam, a high school senior, and to work at his parents' camp for overweight children. As a substitute counselor and dance teacher for a group of "bratty" girls, Eleanor discovers new skills and dreams that help her work through the traumatic events that unfold. Readers will love Eleanor's openness and admire her strength in dealing with hard choices and unexpected disasters. Although some may be surprised by Eleanor's final decision regarding her child, Nolan (Crazy) clearly expresses her protagonist's line of reasoning. Eleanor's determination to hurdle inevitable obstacles and never give up on her dreams is moving and true to her nature. Ages 14–up. (Sept.)
Children's Literature - Barbara L. Talcroft
Eleanor Crowe is sixteen and pregnant. National Book Award winner Han Nolan endows Elly with an impressive number of obstacles to cope with: her boyfriend Lam drinks, parties, and gets stoned; her religious parents are furious and soon fly back to Kenya for their work with orphans; her self-righteous sister in California wants the baby; and Elly herself is rebellious, having just given up smoking, boozing, and drugs following two stints in juvenile detention. What options does she have? Just one, really: Marry Lam and spend the summer at his parents' primitive camp for overweight kids, working as a counselor-in-training and waiting for the baby's birth. While Lam continues being an irresponsible adolescent, Elly gradually begins to find herself as a dance teacher, resident cabin counselor, and confidante to one lonely girl. She makes friends with several counselors, and becomes especially close to seductive musician Ziggy, who seems to offer her a lifeline to keeping her baby and finding a decent future. As Elly realizes her marriage to Lam is a dead end, one thing after another starts to go wrong. Since she has avoided seeing a doctor (laying the groundwork for a surprise after the birth), Elly is frightened when told she will need a cesarean section. Although her parents, sister, and Ziggy rally round for the birth, one by one they desert Elly, leaving her with heart-rending choices pulling her between common sense and her desperate dreams. After such agony, the answer to her future seems contrived. Nevertheless, Nolan's characters are well-drawn—Elly is sharp, stubborn, and determined—and emotions run deep. Readers will certainly understand that impulsive actions can have devastating consequences. Reviewer: Barbara L. Talcroft
VOYA - Anna Foote
The summer she is sixteen, Eleanor Crowe finds herself pregnant, married, and counseling overweight kids at sleep-away camp. This is not shaping up to be a boring summer. She had a choice—she could have moved back to Kenya with her missionary parents, who seem to place the education of Kenyan orphans above Ellie's needs. Instead, Ellie is living with Lam, the father-to-be, who refuses to sober up and face his responsibility. Forced into marriage by both sets of parents, Ellie and Lam must decide whether to keep their child and stay married or put the baby up for adoption and divorce. Though readers meet Ellie in dire circumstances, her optimism and true love of her unborn child make for a heartening read. Nolan's choice of first-person perspective means readers get a prime view of Ellie's psyche, sharing in her fears and dreams for her baby's future—and her own. Ellie's headstrong personality means she charmingly makes friends of unlikely acquaintances. True to her style, Nolan populated her novel with a host of interesting characters and an unexpected, satisfying conclusion. The grit of Ellie's situation and the range of choices she faces makes this a good book group choice. Reviewer: Anna Foote
ALAN Review - La'Toya Wade
Eleanor Crowe is a very stubborn and rebellious 16-year-old girl who has been in and out of trouble. Now she's pregnant. After announcing her pregnancy, Eleanor feels as though her world is crashing down around her, and everyone is slowly turning their backs on her when she needs them the most. Her parents are frustrated with her and have left for Kenya, her in-laws are not her biggest fans, her husband is not very supportive, and she's not even sure if she wants to be married. On top of it all, she is stuck working at a camp for overweight children for the summer. This story chronicles Eleanor's journey as she wrestles with the decision of whether or not she should keep her baby. Han tells an insightful and compelling story about self-discovery, growth, and what it is like to be 16 and pregnant. Reviewer: La'Toya Wade
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Sixteen years old and seven months pregnant, Eleanor can't rely on anyone but herself. Hastily married to her irresponsible boyfriend and feeling abandoned by parents who chose missionary work in Kenya over helping her, she's faced with a summer working at a camp for overweight youth owned by her unsympathetic in-laws, and everyone has his or her own idea about what she should do with the baby. Nolan presents a sensitive look at the difficulties of teen pregnancy, from an unstable marriage to physical discomforts, and, most of all, the frustration of being at the mercy of adults and having very little agency as a minor. While the adults are almost too insensitive and uncaring to be fully believable, the teen characters are realistic and multifaceted. Tenacious, impulsive, and often naive, Eleanor has very relatable flaws that make her sympathetic, and her spirited first-person narration brings welcome levity to a plot that could otherwise become overwhelmingly depressing. As she rises to the challenges of her situation and sorts through complicated emotions to discover what she wants for herself and her baby, her struggles will strike a chord with readers who admire characters who persevere in the face of nearly insurmountable obstacles. Drawing in both reluctant and avid readers, this novel is an uplifting page-turner with a great deal of heart.—Allison Tran, Mission Viejo Library, CA
Kirkus Reviews

Sixteen-year-old Elly is pregnant. Add a well-meaning but hopeless boyfriend, angry parents and a summer holed away in the backwoods of Maine playing camp counselor to a bunch of overweight kids, and having a baby becomes only one of her problems.

Determined to decide her own future, Elly refuses to return to Kenya with her missionary parents. Unfortunately her only other options are living with her self-righteous sister in California or getting married to Lam, the baby's father. Soon Elly is not only seven months pregnant, but a newlywed. If she can survive working for her MIL (mother-in-law), keep her husband sober and figure out how to make a difference with the young campers she leads, she might make it to her due date. Her biggest problem is that she has no idea what to do once the baby arrives. As revealed in her first-person narration, Elly is passionate, smart-mouthed, rebellious and completely endearing. Secondary characters are similarly well-crafted, refusing to fit into stereotypes. Readers may feel like laughing, crying and grinding their teeth in frustration, but they will always feel like they are in the experienced hands of a master storyteller.

Nolan proves once again that she can take a familiar story to surprising new heights. (Fiction. 14 & up)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547854144
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 11/6/2012
  • Pages: 340
  • Sales rank: 628,117
  • Age range: 14 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.18 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

Han Nolan is the author of the National Book Award-winning Dancing on the Edge, the National Book Award finalist Send Me Down a Miracle, and numerous other acclaimed novels for teen readers. She and her husband live on the East Coast.

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Chapter One
Okay, I’m pregnant, and so here’s what I’m scared about. What if my kid turns out to be a mass murderer? You know, one of those kids who shoots half the school, then shoots himself? Or maybe a drug dealer, or really, just—just what if my kid lies to me, or sneaks out a window to go see her boyfriend, or gets pregnant at sixteen like me? I’d hate to have me for a kid.

I waited until I was five months pregnant to tell my parents. I guess I had sort of hoped the whole thing would go away. At first I thought maybe I wasn’t pregnant, and I just tried to ignore the signs, like painful boobs and feeling sick all the time and, oh, yeah, a missing period or two. But then once I figured out that yes, I am pregnant, I thought that I would probably miscarry, because in those first weeks I had been drinking V-O’s (vodka and OJ) and smoking my Camels, which, okay, I realize now was a bad idea. But like I said, I didn’t know for sure I was pregnant, and I figured the baby wouldn’t live, because my mother miscarried three times before she had my older sister and twice before she had me. My sister has already miscarried twice, and she’s been trying to get pregnant with her husband for four years. It figures: my baby is alive and kicking.

I hate doctors. The whole reason I didn’t have an abortion, besides the fact that I didn’t believe I needed one because I figured I’d miscarry, is because I hate, hate, hate doctors. And, okay, my parents would more likely kill me if I had had an abortion than if I were just pregnant, because that’s very against their religion. So now I’ve got to somehow get this baby out of me, and from what I’ve seen in health class and in the movies, I’m in for a night or two of complete and utter torture!

When I told my dad that I was pregnant, he stormed through the house yelling at me loud enough for the whole state of Maine and part of Canada to hear. Then when he finally calmed down enough to talk to me in one place, the cozy farmhouse kitchen of our cozy, most favorite house in the world, he stood in front of me with his fists on his hips, his graying hair standing up on end from raking his fingers through it while he raged—maybe pulling it some, too—and he smiled at me. It wasn’t this friendly, “I love you, anyway,” kind of smile. It was this victorious, self-satisfied smile, like he’d just pulled a fast one on me.

“Well, well, well,” he said, still smiling. “I guess it’s payback time. All the times you snuck out of this house and ran away with Lam and worried your mother and me—payback. All the times you lied to us, came home drunk and way past curfew—payback. You like staying up all hours of the night? You’re in luck. Your baby will keep you up whether you like it or not. And all the griping and complaining you did in Africa, making everyone miserable, the rude and nasty things you’ve said to us—”

“I know, I know,” I said. “Payback. I get it, I get it.” And I do, which is why I’m so scared about this baby. I don’t want me for a kid. I really, really don’t. Worse, I don’t want my boyfriend for a kid. Hell, I’m not sure I really even want him for a husband, but my parents and his parents kind of pushed me into it, so what can I do?

I tried to get a little sympathy. “I know I messed up again, Daddy, but can’t you at least say something nice? Are you just going to lay curses on me every day for the rest of my life? Won’t you feel sorry if you’ve cursed this baby?”

“Hah!” Dad threw back his head and grabbed at his hair again. He looked a little wild—crazy wild. “Eleanor, you’ve cursed your own baby by getting pregnant. You’re only sixteen! What kind of life can it possibly have? You’ve got a C average at best in school, so what kind of job do you think you’ll get? And that punk-o boyfriend of yours isn’t any better.” Then back to that ugly smile of his. “But you’ve made your bed, and you’re going to lie in it. We’ve always done right by you and your sister. She turned out beautifully, and she got everything you got, and you were treated exactly the same, so I don’t blame myself for any of this.”

“Well, neither do I, Dad, if that’s what’s got you so steamed. I was just born wrong, I guess.” I felt tears stinging my eyes. “I’m a total loser.” I rubbed my belly. “And this baby’s going to be a total loser, too, because it’s going to have such losers for parents. But thanks for all your love and caring sympathy, Dad. I knew I could count on you.” I ran out of the kitchen, hoping my dad would call me back, hug me, say everything’s going to be all right, he’d take care of everything, save me from my fool self, but he didn’t.

My mom’s reaction wasn’t much better. I know, I know; I should have told them both at the same time, but I was afraid of the way they would gang up on me—two voices shouting and ranting, the two of them feeding off of each other’s anger. To tell the truth, there is no good way to tell your parents that you got knocked up.

Mom’s big deal was to find out who did this to me. That’s what she said right off the bat. “Who did this to you?” As if he’d splattered mud on my shirt or something. She was setting the table in the dining room, not even looking at me, not even pausing to digest what I’d told her. She just set the plates down one by one, carefully, gently, as if the plates were my baby, its fragile skull cradled in her hands. My mom’s calm reaction hurt as much as my father’s rage, maybe even more. I knew she had grown used to my terrible surprises, maybe even bored with them. Two times in juvie for stupid stuff like breaking and entering—my boyfriend’s house—and stealing a car, my parents’ car. All the drinking and drugs, sneaking out, and running away—it’s been too much for her, so now she’s just bored. She’s so bored she doesn’t even care anymore. I think she’s so done with worrying about me, she’s just cut me loose. She couldn’t even bother to look at me. Not once. And she didn’t once say anything about this being a sin. It used to be I got the sin word slapped in my face every time I did something wrong, but come on, when you live in a sin-free family with sin-free parents and a sin-free sister, well, you can’t help but sin a little extra on their behalf.

Mom just kept setting the table—knife and spoon on the right, fork on the left, carefully folded napkins, those tidy triangles of hers, placed under the fork. “Who did this to you?” she asked, and I told her.

“Thanks a lot, Mom!” I said. “Who do you think? Lam Lothrop, who else? I mean, come on, Mom, what do you take me for?”

Lam’s real name is Lamont, which is why he goes by Lam. Mom didn’t even raise an eyebrow or indicate in any way that she’d heard his name. She poured ice water in the glasses from a 1950s pitcher she found in the cabinet under the sink one day and had used every day since. She loved that pitcher, with its bands of orange and yellow painted on it, more than me. That’s what I thought, watching her: She loves it more than she’s ever loved me.

Mom and Dad didn’t say a word during dinner. The only sound was the clink and scrape of our forks and knives, the heavy swallowing of our food and ice water with lemon. I couldn’t eat much. After a while I asked to be excused, and my mom nodded, still not looking at me. I grabbed my plate, knife, fork, spoon, napkin, and glass and headed for the kitchen. On the way I knocked into the side table behind my chair and elbowed that pitcher my mom loved so much. It fell off the table, hit the wooden floor, and broke into two thick pieces. I froze. Mom jumped up from her seat, looked right at me, and exploded. She cried and she yelled at the top of her lungs so that all of Maine and half of Canada could hear her. She screamed at me to go to my room and stay there. I nodded and left, taking my plate and stuff up there with me, forgetting that I had them in my hands.

For two months my parents barely spoke to me, and when they did, it was to argue about what to do with the baby. The more they wanted me to give it to my perfectly prim, older sister, Sarah—just hand it over like a sack of potatoes—the more firmly I said that I was keeping it. “It’s my body and my baby, and I want to keep it,” I said. I mean, what the hell was I saying? I was just mad at my parents. I didn’t really plan to keep the baby, but I couldn’t shut up. I couldn’t save myself. I was just too furious with them.

They’re missionaries—educators. We’ve been in the States three glorious years, but they’re heading back to Kenya tomorrow for three, maybe four years! Along with their teaching and all their good works, like fundraising for AIDS, and running a soup kitchen, and being leaders in their church, they’ve been raising money so they could to go back to Kenya. It’s their big dream to return to work with the AIDS babies in the orphanages there.

At first, they expected me to go with them. Just give birth, hand my baby over to my sister, and go back to Kenya with them and forget about everything else. They assumed I’d go back there, when I’ve got my whole life here in Maine. They act like I got pregnant on purpose just so I could stay here. Well, if I had thought of it I might have done that, but it didn’t occur to me. So anyway, they said that I knew their life’s work was in Kenya, and that hundreds of people were counting on them, and that my grandmother, who also does good works in Kenya with my grandfather, is quite ill and dying of cancer, so they can’t exactly change their plans. Okay, I’m sorry about Grandma Lottie having cancer—I am, even though I never liked that self-righteous do-gooder and the way she was always tsk-tsking and shaking her finger at me and then smothering Sarah with kisses and praise. The last time I saw Grandma Lottie, she told me I was going straight to hell, her favorite topic, and I told her if heaven meant living for all eternity with her looking down her long, pious nose at me, then hell sounded like a much better deal. All right, so that was mean, and I’m sorry for what I said, now that she’s dying and all, but I still didn’t want to go to Kenya and watch over her sickbed. So I told my parents one day when we were arguing in the kitchen that if they thought I was ever going to leave Lam, the love of my life, and go back to Africa with them to be chased by hyenas and get dysentery again and live without electricity and a real toilet, or worse, go to that horrible boarding school they sent me to there, then they had another thing coming.

“And if you think you’re going to stay here in Maine all by yourself, then you’ve got another thing coming!” my mother fired back at me. “Honestly, I’m just so fed up with you. I’m at my wits’ end.”

Since my mother was always telling me she was at her wits’ end, I’m surprised she had any wits left.

“You have two choices,” she said. “Pick one. Either you go with us to Kenya, or you go stay with Sarah and Robby in California.”

My mother should have known by now that I wasn’t about to let her have her way. I’m way too stubborn for my own good, and I know this, but I couldn’t help opening my big fat mouth. “That’s what you think,” I said. “You can’t drag me all the way to Kenya, or California, and even if you could, I’d only run away.” I crossed my arms and stood pouting in the kitchen like a little kid. My dad jumped up from his chair. He looked like he was about to throw me over his shoulder and march all the way to Kenya right that second. I saw him start to open his mouth, but before he could yell at me, I shouted, “And anyway, Lam asked me to marry him and I said yes, so there, we’re getting married.”

My mom yanked her silky scarf from around her neck and I thought for a moment she was going to wrap it around mine, but she slammed it and her hand on the kitchen counter and looked purple-faced at my dad for help.

“Is that so? Well, you can’t get married at sixteen without our consent,” Dad said, his voice firm, as if to say, So that’s that—end of discussion.

“Fine,” I said. “Then we’ll just live together, but I’m not going with you.”

I knew this would get my missionary parents good. There’s nothing like adding the sin of living together on top of the sin of sexual intercourse. Only in the end, my parents got me good, because they agreed to the marriage. They insisted on it even, and the way they insisted made me feel like they were tricking me somehow. I just couldn’t figure out how. Maybe they and the Lothrops had decided to let us get married and all because they figured we’d mess it up so royally that we’d finally come to our senses and give up the baby and then go our separate ways. Oh, yeah, I could just see the four of them hatching up some kind of scheme like that. My parents had talked it over with the Lothrops before I even had a chance to tell Lam what I had said. And I needed to talk to Lam because the truth is, I lied. Lam had never asked me to marry him. Who knew my parents would actually go for that idea? Luckily Lam knows me pretty well, and he said he knew what was up as soon as his mother jumped on him about it.

“Don’t worry. I was cool about the whole marriage thing,” he said when I did call him. “I was like, yeah, I asked her, so what? We love each other and we’re going to have a baby, so why not get married?”

So, it ends up Lam’s parents and my parents decided marriage was the best solution if we were so hell-bent on keeping the child. They acted like the whole thing was their idea in the first place. They had it all reasoned out. A child should have both parents, and by getting married I’d have a home, because my parents are only renting the house we’re in and the lease is up today, and both sets of parents agreed that this baby was Lam’s responsibility, too, so it was the right thing to do. If I got married I’d live with Lam and his family. We didn’t know what we wanted, me and Lam, but it sounded a lot better than either Kenya or California, so we agreed to get married.

Now I’m in court again, only this time it’s not for stealing anything, it’s to get married, and I’m seven months pregnant, but I look and feel like I’m nine and ready to give birth any minute. My sister, Sarah, flew in from California for a couple of weeks, more in support of my parents than me, and she’s looking at me squeezed into this orange maternity dress that makes me look like a pumpkin, and she’s shaking her head. I think she’s still wondering how I, the loser/moron/geek/freak/coffee-addicted, cigarette-addicted, booze-addicted, food-addicted, shopping-addicted younger sister ended up in this family in the first place.

My mom is dressed in beige and she’s got her soft brown hair all knotted in a bun, and both she and Dad are looking so calm, maybe even a little pleased, and I know they’re probably just so relieved to be getting rid of me. No more playing police or grounding me for the rest of my life. No more court dates and juvie sentences. I’m someone else’s headache now.

Lam’s parents are here, too, and it’s a good thing they love babies, because they hate me for supposedly ruining their precious son’s life. Who do they think pressured me to have sex in the first place? Who do they think got me onto dope and shit? Oh, don’t worry, I’m off of everything except food and water and vitamins for the baby’s sake. And believe me, getting clean was no walk in the park. Anyway, the Lothrops think they’re so noble ’cause they run a camp for fat kids, but what’s so noble about starving children for a living? They charge extra for the camp because it’s specialized, with nutritionists and weigh-ins and such, and then they feed them half as much as any other camp, so they’ve got to be making big bucks at this fat camp. Since they love babies, and since they had always wanted two children but had lost their first child before it was a year old, and since they love Lam, and since we’re getting married, and since my parents are leaving for Kenya, they’ve offered to take the baby if things don’t work out with me and Lam, and they’ve offered us one of the cabins at the camp.

The camp is another reason why the Lothrops agreed to us getting married instead of just living together. We have to set a good example for the kids. I have to pretend I’m twenty (yeah, lying—what a great example), and we have to be married and pretend the marriage came before the baby, so that it doesn’t look like I got knocked up by accident or anything. Also, I have to tell the campers not to take drugs, not to smoke or drink or have sex, should these topics come up, because they might think I’m cool, and that would be wrong. So—fun—I’m going to be living deep in the back of beyond, surrounded by pine trees and starving fat children, giving birth and raising my baby in a one-room cabin heated with wood, with the kitchen up the hill in the main house, and the bathroom a hornet-infested latrine six cabins away.

Now here I am, standing in front of the justice of the peace, trying really hard not to give birth right here on the courtroom floor, but really something feels like it’s about to burst down below, and I’m trying to figure out if I really even love Lamont Lothrop—I mean, enough to live with him the rest of my life, forever and ever, amen. For two and a half years I thought I did. That’s why we tried to run away together, that’s why I climbed out of my bedroom window at three in the morning—to be with Lam, my soul mate, my prince of a guy, my knight in shining armor, only right now, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he looks more like a dude and nothing else.

I hear something about husband and wife, and Lam leans over and kisses me—leans way over. He’s six-two, and I’m five-two; he’s a hundred and ninety-nine pounds, and I’m not quite ninety pounds (well, usually). He’s all muscle, and I’m all bones. I don’t know how this marriage is going to work, but I kiss him and shout, “Yahoo!” and my dried-up, laced-up, thin-lipped sister comes forward with her ramrod-straight, penny-loafered husband in tow and says, “Don’t expect us to cheer about this, Eleanor.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” I say, rubbing my belly, wishing I could put my feet up somewhere.

Lam puts his arm around my shoulder and squeezes me, and I’m so proud of him for doing this in front of Sarah that I almost forgive him for showing up stoned.

“Well, I think once you see how hard it is to take care of that baby, you’ll give our offer another thought. It still stands. We’ll take your baby. We’ll raise it as our own. Won’t we, Robby?”

Robby, Sarah’s husband, nods, but his sour expression tells me he doesn’t want anything to do with anything coming from me, and that’s another reason why I haven’t agreed to Sarah taking the baby once it’s born.

“Yeah, well”—I rub my stomach some more, because it comforts me and maybe comforts the baby and it definitely annoys Sarah—“it’s my baby, mine and Lam’s, so we’ll see.”

“Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face,” Robby says.

“Yeah, okay, whatever that means,” I say. He talks like that all the time. He says things like “Don’t beat a dead horse,” and “Don’t kill the messenger,” and “When pigs fly.” I guess he’s got to borrow someone else’s expressions because his own don’t amount to a hill of beans. Ha! Take that expression, Robby boy.

My new mother-in-law comes forward to join us while my parents and Lam’s dad talk over “future plans.” I hear the words “cabin” and “when the baby comes,” but then Mrs. Lothrop is speaking to me, so I turn my attention to her.

“I guess some kind of congratulations are in order,” she says, frowning, and I wonder what the hell I’m supposed to say to that. I look her up and down. She’s tall, sturdy, and beautiful, in a rustic, country-woman sort of way, and she’s got herself all dressed in black. Black pants, sleeveless black shirt, and black gardening clogs—you know, rubber clog things—a real funeral outfit, I figure.

“I guess so.” I sorta smile.

“I’m so stoked, Ma,” Lam says. “I can’t believe I’m married.”

“No, none of us can believe it,” she says, and her sarcasm goes right over Lam’s head.

He gives her a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for everything, Ma. I mean the cabin and furniture and junk.”

We all jabber for twenty more minutes or so, but then my parents have to go because they have to finish packing and cleaning. They leave me their car, a hunk-a-junk they named Rambo, bought cheap and well used, and only to last them the three years they’d be in the States. I’m grateful for it, though, because I can’t drive Lam’s stick-shift Jeep, and I need it for my days off from the camp. I’m grateful, too, for the baby stuff they bought—crib and car seat and baby carrier and stroller.

Mom hugs me and kisses my cheek, and I see tears in her eyes. “I do love you, Elly,” she says. “Anytime you want to join us, we’ll get you a flight and take care of everything. Remember that.”

I nod and feel ashamed for the millionth time that I’m pregnant. Yeah, I admit it, I’m ashamed. I talk a good game and my big talk gets me into all kinds of messes, but I know I’ve been stupid, and I know, too, that most likely, after I’ve made my sister jealous long enough and she’s suffered some as payback for always being better than I am, I’ll give in and hand her the baby to raise.

Dad pats my back and kisses the top of my head. “You’re still my li’l gal,” he says. “We’re gonna miss you.”

I nod and feel queasy in my stomach. I can see they’re so anxious to get going, to fly far, far away, and get back to feeding the bodies and souls of people who really need them. I want to say, “I need you, too. I need you, Mom and Dad. I just have a crappy way of telling you.” But it’s too late. When it comes to me and my timing, it’s always too late. Too late to get an abortion, too late to say I’m sorry, too late to say I need you, and I’m scared, and I don’t want to live in a cabin in the woods. It’s just too late, or maybe too hard to admit that I don’t want a husband and baby, and that I’m just so tired of being me.

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  • Posted September 6, 2011

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    Awesome book!

    I can't begin to tell you how much I loved this book. There is so much in it and so much to say! I loved reading it cause it gave me a whole new out look on the meaning of sacrifice.

    First off, the characters. I thought the characters were very well developed as not only in being flawed but in their growth as well. The main character Elly, flawed from the very start. So much drama, accusations, etc, she worked with what she had. As the pregnancy progressed, I love that Elly thought of less of her and more about what she is going to do when the baby comes. Having a child requires not only love, but care as well.

    Another thing I loved about this book is the trials and tribulations that Elly goes through. It made me angry that all people told her, she's too young. She can't do it. I just wanted to slap some one! Elly knew what she is getting into and knew it was not about her, but about the well being of her child. When she made that choice, my heart soared in the sky!

    You can guess by now that I laugh and happy cried in the end. Being a mom is tough. Making the desicions of what to do with your baby at 16 years old is even tougher. I believe that Elly made the right choice for her. I was so ecstatic, that I had cried my way through the last few pages and smile when I was done.

    This book touched me so much. Maybe cause I am a mom, and I can relate to that situation. Anyhow, this book is a wonderful read. Eye-opening, heart-shattering, amazing book! You must read this in order to understand what I am saying.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2012

    We should stop nook sex because there could be a rapist on here trying get of you guys. I say we should all ban together to stop this before this gets farther then it should be. So what do you say

    2 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2012


    Omg all though i only read te sampel it was so amazing!!!!!!

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2011


    Just finished the book. It was amazing. Sooo many surprises towards the end.loved it !! Go buy it now! I coundnt put it down!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2011

    Such a good book! Love how it keeps the reader guessing until the last page. Definatly worth reading!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2013

    im a teen and I read this in 2 days. at the last couple chapters

    im a teen and I read this in 2 days. at the last couple chapters I was in my bathroom balling my eyes out. it is such a cute book for a mature audience.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2013

    This book was excellent

    I never thought a book could touch me the way this one did. I read it in 5 hours because i couldnt put it down. It is definitally a winner.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2012

    Love it

    Wish it had a second book

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2012

    Loved it

    I hope theres a part two

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 9, 2011

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    Review from Blkosiner's Book Blog

    Pregnant Pause will take you on an emotional roller-coaster and a journey of discovery and growth for the main character Ely.
    This is a different spin on teen pregnancy, and I like the other themes that are woven in like friendship, forgiveness, self-esteem and taking (or not) responsibility under high pressure situations.
    The characters are rich and really make this book, from Banner the whiny camper, to Lam the teeter totter husband, to Ziggy the one who confuses us even more, the in laws with their quirks and her parents with their naiviety, and we can't forget the Old Bat. :)
    Many things surprised me about the way the story went, and it's really stuck with me. So yes, you will get some of what you expect and a lot that you don't. a
    It took me a while to understand and connect with Ely, at first I just wanted to smack some sense into her, but as we find out reasons behind her troubles, and as she grows into herself, she really is an admirable character that I learned from.
    I really recommend this, but I would put a mature teen label on it for some language, drug reference, sex and tough issues.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 7, 2011

    So far

    So far I am really enjoying this. I don't want to put it down.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2014

    Heart Touching & Inspiring

    I read this book a couple days ago and for most of my reading life, I have never had related feelings for the stories. But while reading Pregnant Pause, I found myself laughing, fearing, and crying. I completed the book within a day's time. Though I am not a pregnant teenager, I could feel myself putting me into Elanor Crowe's shoes. I will continue to reccommend this book for all girls my age though the story deals with tough topics like drugs, alcohol, suicide, and underage sex. A heart touching book. An inspiring book. Definitely worth your money!

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  • Posted July 14, 2014

    Pregnant Pause is the realistic, touching, and sometimes very sa

    Pregnant Pause is the realistic, touching, and sometimes very sad tale of Eleanor's teen pregnancy and the response of her friends and family to it. However, when the baby is born, a surprise awaits everybody, but for nobody more than Eleanor herself.

    Whether the author intended it or not, Eleanor is a thoroughly flawed character. The kind of flawed character who usually irritates me. Although the reader is made to believe that she is a difficult, rebellious girl, in this story Eleanor comes across as a naive, whiny, needy girl who can't do anything without the assistance of either her parents, in-laws, or beer guzzling, dope taking husband. When those individuals seem to fail her, she starts looking for the next romantic interest who would marry her so that she can keep the baby. 

    Maybe one can't entirely blame Eleanor for her insecurity. Her missionary parents, who see her pregnancy as punishment for her waywardness, would rather go to Kenya to care for AIDS babies and orphans than take care of their own daughter. Her in-laws are simply rude, and Lam, her husband and father of the baby, is never sober, and he cheats on her. 

    Despite everybody's belief that she won't be able to care for a baby, Eleanor is convinced that her successful work as counselor at her in-laws' weight-loss camp, will prove that she is good with kids. In the end, after suffering betrayal and rejection on several levels, Eleanor realizes that the most unlikely people can be her friends.  

    A tale of deep betrayal, a young girl's insecurities, and a mother's unconditional love, Pregnant Pause is a stirring, sensitively written novel suitable for empathetic readers. (Ellen Fritz)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2014

    One of my favorite books. A must read. Nolan keeps the reader at

    One of my favorite books. A must read. Nolan keeps the reader attached, reading page after page without ceasing. I absolutely loved reading this book. Do recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2013

    <3 it

    To bad lam was a jerk and i like the name Emme Rose

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2013


    There are no words but wow for this book. It took a toll on my heart and banners death really broke me. I had been rooting for elly and lam but then i realized he wasnt right for anybody and needs help. Elly doesnt end up with anyone but her and Leo couldve worked he did help her. I couldnt believe what ziggy did but this book was full of suprises and the ending is the best one. Ellys parents were rude and in the end she did the right thing for emma rose. She will be an amazing mom and all her past expieriences will make her even better. I love this book all i can say is WOW!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2013

    Book review

    This book was good and it shows that giros shoudnt vget pregnant at 16!!!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    Great Ready!

    The book was a very good book. It wss sad and happy. Everyone should read it.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2012

    Spoiler alert

    It sucks to be in a tough situation and everyone who is supposed to care about you deserts you...before they found out the baby wasnt perfect everyone wanted to take the baby from was an ok read

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2012

    Great plot!

    It wasn't the most well-written book I've read, and I had my doubts about it. There was something about the story that kept me going, the last 100 pages were amazing! I cried and cried! The plot was beautiful, and I'm so glad I bought it!!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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