Rachel Spinelli Punched Me in the Face

( 2 )

Overview

Zachary’s mom just up and disappeared from their home in Copper Lake, Colorado. The good news is that Zachary and his dad are trying to move on, and Falls, Connecticut, is just the place for a fresh start. With the help of a new friend, Rachel, and her brother Teddy, Zachary is learning about new beginnings, the power of forgiveness, and the quirky people that make life interesting, in Rachel Spinelli Punched Me in the Face by Paul Acampora.

Read ...
See more details below
Paperback (STRIPPABLE)
$6.99
BN.com price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (15) from $1.99   
  • New (8) from $2.99   
  • Used (7) from $1.99   
Rachel Spinelli Punched Me in the Face

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$4.98
BN.com price
Note: Kids' Club Eligible. See More Details.

Overview

Zachary’s mom just up and disappeared from their home in Copper Lake, Colorado. The good news is that Zachary and his dad are trying to move on, and Falls, Connecticut, is just the place for a fresh start. With the help of a new friend, Rachel, and her brother Teddy, Zachary is learning about new beginnings, the power of forgiveness, and the quirky people that make life interesting, in Rachel Spinelli Punched Me in the Face by Paul Acampora.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“What distinguishes this story is Acampora’s light touch with a weighty subject—this is a very funny book.” —ReadKiddoRead.com

“Fans of small-town color and happy endings will take heart in this ultimately hopeful tale.” —BCCB

“Quirky characters, small-town hominess, and frequent touches of humor create a Joan Bauer feel with cross-gender appeal.” —SLJ

“An outstanding, humane coming-of-age tale of loss, yearning and forgiveness.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Acampora’s light touch with weighty issues makes for a highly appealing read—readers will want to spend more time with these well-crafted and complex characters.”—Publishers Weekly

Publishers Weekly
Acampora follows his debut novel, Defining Dulcie, with another moving story about a parent and child reinventing themselves to cope with loss. After 14-year-old Zachary's mother walks out without saying goodbye, he and his police officer father leave Colorado for a fresh start. The small town of Falls, Conn., is populated with suitably offbeat residents—a Polish couple who keep their taxidermied German shepherd at their ice cream store, a know-it-all librarian named Fines, and, most important, next-door neighbor Rachel and her older brother, Teddy, a lovable trumpet virtuoso who has an unspecified disorder (autism?) that forces Rachel into the protector role. Zachary's father assesses people by what he adjudges their superpower to be, and he thinks Rachel's is rage, fueled by anger at the universe (her mother died giving birth to her). Over the summer, Zachary grows to understand both Rachel's real superpower—her "ferocious" love of Teddy—and the depth of the wound his own mother left him with. Acampora's light touch with weighty issues makes for a highly appealing read—readers will want to spend more time with these well-crafted and complex characters. Ages 8–12. (Aug.)
School Library Journal
Gr 6–8—In this warm and funny novel, a move to Falls, CT, lets Zachary and his dad begin over after Zachary's mom leaves them to follow her own dreams. Zachary, at 14, has plenty to adjust to but finds himself in a warmly inviting community. Rachel, an expert on detention, and her older, special-needs brother, Teddy, become constants in Zachary's life and the three forge strong bonds. With a supportive dad and new friends, Falls begins to feel like home. From the elderly Polish-American couple who sent their beloved deceased dog to a taxidermist and keep him in their ice-cream shop so he can continue to welcome customers to the very pregnant band teacher who lets all her students feel the baby kick, the characters and the historic town with its leafy green streets form a safe and comforting ambience. Zachary himself is agreeably average and eminently likable. A change from problem novels filled with emotionally distant adults and troubled teens, this is a welcome respite. Quirky characters, small-town hominess, and frequent touches of humor create a Joan Bauer feel with cross-gender appeal.—Faith Brautigam, Gail Borden Public Library District, Elgin, IL
Kirkus Reviews

New friends ease a young teen's adjustment to his mother's sudden absence.

After Zachary's mom abandons them, he and his father move to a small Connecticut town, where he makes friends with 14-year-old Rachel and her mildly mentally disabled older brother, Teddy. Teddy is a musical prodigy but less capable in other areas. Rachel has always vigorously defended him from local bullies, but her assiduous care has limited his ability to develop to his fullest potential. Juggling his growing friendship with Teddy and his increasing desire for a deeper relationship with prickly Rachel, Zachary also faces his unresolved grief and anger over his mother's sudden departure. From a quirky pair of local restaurateurs to a pregnant teacher to Zachary's loving father, each character is given a personality, and even those just lightly sketched come off the pages as real people. Realistic dialogue and poignantly amusing situations—Teddy steals his mother's ashes from their resting place in a teapot in the family diner in order to "let her out," leaving Zachary to try to save the day without hurting anyone's feelings—all come together to gently flesh out a few months in the lives of people readers will savor getting to know.

An outstanding, humane coming-of-age tale of loss, yearning and forgiveness. (Fiction. 10-14)

Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250016690
  • Publisher: Square Fish
  • Publication date: 2/19/2013
  • Edition description: STRIPPABLE
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 700,571
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.36 (w) x 7.48 (h) x 0.53 (d)

Meet the Author

PAUL ACAMPORA is an avid reader, an enthusiastic dad, and a ferocious fan of being human. A fundraiser for a community college, Paul lives in Allentown, Pennsylvania, with his wife and two kids. Paul is a frequent contributor to the Scholastic Storyworks magazine. This is his second novel for young readers.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

 

 

FOR SEVERAL DAYS, AFTER DAD AND I discovered that Mom had gone, we tried very hard to lie. We pretended that she would be coming back even though we both knew better. Dad said things like, “We should paint the kitchen before Mom gets home.” I said, “Don’t forget to pick up some tea for Mom at the grocery store.”

But we couldn’t keep it up for long. We never did paint the kitchen. We never did buy the tea. And one night, when Dad put a bowl of spaghetti on the table between us, I said, “Mom wouldn’t like this.”

Dad took a bite. “Too plain?”

I nodded.

“Your mother’s a lot of things,” said Dad, “but she’s not plain.”

Once a week, Mom tried to serve up some kind of complicated recipe made out of strange textures and exotic spices. More than half of those concoctions ended up in the trash.

“You know the difference between my cooking and your mother’s?” Dad said.

“Yours tastes good?” I said.

“You got that right.”

Dad spoke with a Louisiana drawl he got from growing up in New Orleans. That’s where my parents first met. Dad was finishing college and paying for school by playing trumpet with six or eight different bands. Mom was on vacation and noticed my father on the stage of some club. She went to see him play every night until finally he said hello. A few months after that, Dad moved to Copper Lake, Colorado, Mom’s hometown. I was born a year later in a spare bedroom at my grandfather’s old ranch house.

“Did you and Mom ever think about moving back to New Orleans?” I asked Dad.

“I wouldn’t have said no to New Orleans,” he told me.

Dad and I ate the rest of the spaghetti without speaking. When we were done, we cleared the table and washed our things in the sink. Finally, I said, “She’s not coming back, is she?”

My father hesitated for just a moment before he answered. “No, Zachary. I don’t think so.” We returned the pot and plates to their shelves, then we stepped outside to watch the setting sun throw strange, brown shadows across the desert. “How about we go for a ride?” asked Dad.

“Okay.” I stepped into the passenger side of our old Jeep, and Dad slid behind the wheel.

“Buckle up,” Dad told me.

“Don’t want to get a ticket, huh?”

“The police around here don’t give tickets,” said Dad. “They just shoot you.”

I rolled my eyes. My father was Copper Lake’s lone police officer. “I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that.”

The Jeep started, and we headed west. After a short ride, we pulled onto an old dirt access road and bounced a little farther into rough, open space. Dad shut off the engine, and the two of us stepped outside to sit on the front bumper and stare at the desert. A deep, heavy quiet settled around us. “I never really liked this view,” Dad finally said.

“Did you like it when you thought the land might be yours one day?”

Before I was born, my Mom’s father owned all the land around us. After he died, my parents discovered that the old man hadn’t paid taxes in living memory. Rather than inheriting a thousand Colorado acres, Mom and Dad got a postage-stamp sized lot and the aluminum-sided trailer where we lived.

Dad considered my question. “Honestly,” he told me, “I can’t say that I did.”

At night, Mom used to study maps and memos hoping to find a loophole that would require the government to return the land to our family. “Was there ever really a chance of getting it back?” I asked.

“Nope,” said Dad.

I can’t say I was disappointed. On one far corner of the property, an abandoned mine pond held an orangey-brown chemical slick that made rainbow patterns in the sun. I saw a duck land in the pond once. The bird gave a frantic quack, a couple flaps, and then it collapsed dead in the water. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for that.

I leaned my head back and watched twinkling stars reveal themselves above us. I wish I could say that I knew all the constellations, but my attempts to memorize them always failed. To me, the stars looked like ten thousand musical notes sprinkled randomly across the sky. In the darkening light, I turned and glanced at my father’s face. A tear ran down his cheek. I’d never seen him cry. I didn’t know what to say or do, but then I remembered Dad’s trumpet in the back seat. I grabbed the horn and pushed it toward my father. “Play something.”

He shook his head. “You do it, Zachary.”

I could play, but not like Dad. I pressed the trumpet into his hands. “Play,” I said again.

Dad took the instrument and examined the valves and the brass bell as if he’d never seen them before. Finally, he lifted the horn to his lips, took a breath, and then started to blow.

Before I was born, my father played for big time recording stars and no name brass bands. Now, in the middle of nowhere, he made a song just for me. It soared high into the sky then deep down like a punch in the gut. It was a mad, lonely tune that sounded like coyotes in the desert and my mother sneaking away before dawn. Dad played and played then finally let the last whisper of music fade like a prayer into the desert.

We were both quiet for a long time. “That was good,” I finally said.

Dad returned the trumpet to me. “I think we should get away from here,” he said.

I stood. “Do you mean away from this spot or away from Copper Lake?”

“I think I mean both,” said Dad.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave Colorado, but staying didn’t feel like a solution to anything either. I’d lived in Copper Lake for my whole life, but I didn’t feel especially connected to the place. With school a bumpy, forty-five minute bus ride away, my group of friends was small and not particularly close. I’d certainly never had anything even vaguely resembling a girlfriend. And living in a metal box at the edge of town did not put us in the mix of whatever social life even existed in this tiny corner of the world. Now that Mom was gone, leaving felt as sensible as staying.

A few days later, my father told me about a town in Connecticut that needed a police officer. “What do you think?” he asked.

I sat at our kitchen table. The walls around me were covered with posters that Mom left behind. They were pictures and paintings of faraway places and cruise ship destinations. Months earlier, she’d announced that it had always been her dream to work on a cruise ship. Now I held a short letter that contained Mom’s cell phone number, her new e-mail address, and a short note explaining that she’d decided to get away and follow that dream.

“I think that it’s not fair that Mom might be in Cancún or Bermuda or Fiji, and we’re still checking our shoes for bark scorpions in the morning.”

Dad nodded.

“What do you want?” I asked my father.

“I want us to be happy,” he told me.

“That’s all?”

“That would be enough.”

I glanced around our kitchen, which looked like the break room in a travel agent’s office. I recalled the arguments, some quiet and some not, between my parents during the past year. There’d been weeks when no more than a couple words passed between them and days when the orange poison pond had been a more pleasant spot than any place inside our house. I turned to my father. “Happy would be nice,” I said. “Lets try it.”

 

Text copyright © 2011 by Paul Acampora

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4
( 2 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(1)

4 Star

(0)

3 Star

(1)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 2 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Sample

    Really good sample!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Good book

    The book was good i recommend

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
Sort by: Showing all of 2 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)