Prizefighter en Mi Casa [NOOK Book]

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Twelve-year-old Chula Sanchez isn’t thin, isn’t beautiful, and because she’s Mexican, isn’t popular in her south Texas town. And now that a car accident has left her father paralyzed and her plagued with seizures, she is poor. But Chula’s father is determined to pull his family out of debt. He sends for El Jefe—the most revered prizefighter in Mexico. Chula’s father hopes that with steel-pipe arms and fists like pit bulls, El Jefe will win the local illegal boxing matches and bring home much-needed money. But El ...
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Prizefighter en Mi Casa

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Overview

Twelve-year-old Chula Sanchez isn’t thin, isn’t beautiful, and because she’s Mexican, isn’t popular in her south Texas town. And now that a car accident has left her father paralyzed and her plagued with seizures, she is poor. But Chula’s father is determined to pull his family out of debt. He sends for El Jefe—the most revered prizefighter in Mexico. Chula’s father hopes that with steel-pipe arms and fists like pit bulls, El Jefe will win the local illegal boxing matches and bring home much-needed money. But El Jefe—a man who many see as a monster—only brings confusion to a home that is already filled with problems. And now Chula must decide for herself whether good and bad can reside in one person and whether you can have strength in your heart when your fists have none.


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Life has grown difficult for 12-year-old Chula Sanchez since a terrible car accident-in which her father was the drunk driver-left her with epilepsy. Classmates avoid her because of her seizures, and her teachers and her mother treat her as if she's retarded. When the Mexican prizefighter, El Jefe, is brought without authorization to their South Texas home to box in an illegal fight representing the Sanchez family, Chula is terrified of him. The prizefighter is huge ("He's like the Mexican Hulk!") and has a reputation for killing those he fights. However, El Jefe comforts Chula after she's been in a fight, and they talk about her epilepsy, something her family avoids. He encourages her to see herself as special; she gains courage from him, takes his advice and becomes an honor student. A frightening climax rings true as El Jefe changes life for everyone in Chula's family. Charlton-Trujillo's debut opens a world not often seen in children's literature and is a terrific choice for discussion. (glossary) (Fiction. 11-13)
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"Startlingly vivid." - School Library Journal
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375890949
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 12/11/2007
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • File size: 155 KB

Meet the Author

Born and raised in south Texas, e.E. Charlton-Trujillo started writing as soon as she could type. She lives in Madison, Wisconsin.


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A gutted pumpkin glowed from across the street. The streetlight closest to the house got shot out almost one whole year ago so I could barely see nothing. Nothing but that glowing orange head without a body.

I sat on the porch swing hoping to stay outta Mama’s way. She was in one of those moods again where she cursed the saints she’d be praying to later. Being Mexican and Catholic requires a lotta prayers. Even if they never seem to be answered you’re still supposed to make ’em. But I’d quit that after all the glass.

The latch on the gate banged shut only I couldn’t see nothing but a shape, a moving shadow with footsteps. Footsteps that made the porch stairs cry and moan. It walked right past me sitting on the swing and knocked on the screen door. I sat there all quiet but the swing squeaked. The Shape turned toward me. I didn’t know what it was but it was big. Really, really, really all kinds of big.

The porch light flicked on and the Shape winced and fell back a step. Like when you go out into the sun after being somewhere really dark.

Mama opened the screen door saying “Hector” over her shoulder to my father.

Mama and I kinda stared. I couldn’t believe that was the man my father believed was our family’s gold.

The wheels of Pape’s chair grinded against our wood floor. “Come in, come in,” Pape said from inside the doorway.

Mama held the door open and took the Dark One’s suitcase as he slipped inside.

“Chula,” Mama said. “Get off the swing and get in here.”

I started shaking my head.

“Andale,” she said. “I’m not telling you again.”

I pushed off the swing and went to the door.

“What did you say to him?” she asked me.

“I didn’t say him nothing.”

“Listen. Like it or not, that is all we have. God help us,” Mama said. “So don’t do anything to upset him. ¿Bueno?”

I stood there not saying nothing.

“What? I don’t have all night,” said Mama. “Get in here.”

I ducked under her arm and followed her into the kitchen.

“Get the iced tea,” said Mama.

“Hello, Abuela,” I said to my grandmother.

Abuela leaned back in a chair at the kitchen table. Smiling, with her hands crossed in her lap. Her eyes half-open, half-closed like cats when they go to sleeping. Only she wasn’t sleeping. Not really.

“The tray, Chula,” said Mama. “Come on.”

Mama poured a bag of Tostitos into our sort of fancy lime-colored plastic bowl. She stepped around me and grabbed the homemade picante sauce out of the fridge.

“It’s staying with Tío Tony, right?” I asked her.

“He. His name is El Jefe and that is what you and your brother are to call him,” said Mama.

“Or he might do worse than kill us,” my dumb older brother Richie said, strutting into the kitchen all tough-like. “He might box our ears off so we can’t hear nothing.”

“Shut up,” I said.

Richie grinned, chomping into a chip.

“No sir,” Mama said, pulling the bowl away. “This is for El Jefe.”

“Pues, you see the size of that guy?” Richie asked Mama. “He’s like the Mexican Hulk.”

Richie stuck his hand back in the bowl and she slapped it.

“¿Qué pasó?” asked Richie.

“No jokes. No nothing,” said Mama. “This man has come a long way to help this family.” Then she looked at me. “And he’s staying here.”

I looked at her like she’d just lost her mind.

“Cool,” Richie said.

Mama walked over to Abuela and squeezed her hands. Abuela didn’t do nothing. Not even blink. If her chest wasn’t moving up and down, I would’ve thought she done died. Done died right there in South Texas dreaming of Mexico.

Mama turned on the radio. We only had one in the house and it played only for Abuela. Sometimes she’d get to looking too distant from us and closer to God, and Pape didn’t like seeing his mama like that. The music seemed to return part of her to us, even if it was only for a while. But one thing I learned about a while in my family, it was never very long but it was longer than never and you always have to aim for that. Never means nada and nada means nothing and we want more than that, Mama always says. You must always want more than your history.

Mama weighted me down with the tray of cups and iced tea. Richie scooped up the bowl and salsa and we followed behind her.

Pape was smiling and happier than I’d seen him in like forever when we came into the living room. Mama stacked the magazines and free TV guide from the neighbor’s Sunday newspaper under the coffee table so she’d have a place to put tea and chips.

“I’m sorry,” said Mama to the Dark One. “We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow morning.”

He nodded but didn’t take his eyes off the floor. Really his eye ’cause he only had one. The other was under a dusty patch with clawlike scars that went up all high on his head and spread outta the bottom like crooked fingers. I wondered if they hurt as much as the one on the side of my head.

Mama took the tray and chips from me and Richie and I stood there still looking at the creature out of the corner of our eyes. No way could it be true that Pape useta stick up for El Jefe when he was little. How could that Cyclops ever be that small?

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  • Posted August 31, 2010

    prizefighter

    this book was a book i couldn't put down and had to finish.The book was emotional and at some time you could relate.Prizefighter tells a relationship between a gentle giant and a mexican-american girl dealing with life around her.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2006

    A story that takes you there.

    Chula's world isn't perfect nor does she see herself as perfect. A forboding figure named 'El Jefe' comes into Chula's world a changes everything. The authenticity of the characters in this story bring new light into not only Chula's world, but other 'Chula's' out there.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2014

    Farm house

    A little farther out but is great for finding mice

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  • Posted November 14, 2008

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    Reviewed by Lynn Crow for TeensReadToo.com

    PRIZEFIGHTER EN MI CASA is a heartfelt and often heart-wrenching novel about a Mexican-American girl growing up in Texas. Ever since the car accident that left her father paralyzed and unable to work, 12-year-old Chula Sanchez has suffered seizures that make her an even bigger target for teasing in her junior high school than her Mexican heritage did. She has few friends, and her relationship with her parents and older brother has suffered as well. Then her father comes up with a plan to make money for the family: bring a famous and feared prizefighter from Mexico into the town for an illegal boxing match. <BR/><BR/>The novel's main strength is its characters. Chula, who narrates the story, has a believable, distinctive voice. She doesn't hold back as she shares her sharp and sometimes bitter observations of her family and community. No super-girl, she doesn't always make the best decisions in dealing with her problems, but they are always decisions that make sense. The minor characters are also well-developed and distinctive, from the hulking shadow of "El Jefe" which conceals more humanity than Chula guesses, to her brother, Richie, who alternates between brotherly rivalry and brotherly love. <BR/><BR/>PRIZEFIGHTER EN MI CASA also stands out for its setting and tone. It authentically captures the cultural flavor of a southern town. The use of Spanish in the dialogue and narration, the slang terms and descriptions of food and religion, all serve to immerse the reader in a world that may seem foreign to many of them. <BR/><BR/>The book builds on its characters and the many conflicts between them over its two-hundred pages, but toward the end, sadly, it falters. Many of the conflicts are hastily tied up in the last few pages with little explanation; some are left completely uncertain or unresolved. Readers may find that the many loose ends make for an unsatisfying conclusion. <BR/><BR/>Despite the problems with the ending, this is still a novel well worth reading, both for the glimpse it offers of an under-represented group in teen literature and for the honesty and vividness of its storytelling. Pre-teen and younger teen readers will find much to enjoy and think about.

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    Posted March 26, 2013

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