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Seventeen-year-old Brenda Jacobsen comes from a family of tall people. In the small logging town of Hemlock, Washington, being tall makes you better at trimming the high spots on trees or at playing basketball. Brenda’s life has always revolved around basketball, particularly the career of her older brother, Benny, the town’s rising star. But Benny died in a car accident last year, leaving Brenda and her parents without the star of their family and without a way to fill the huge...

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Overview

Seventeen-year-old Brenda Jacobsen comes from a family of tall people. In the small logging town of Hemlock, Washington, being tall makes you better at trimming the high spots on trees or at playing basketball. Brenda’s life has always revolved around basketball, particularly the career of her older brother, Benny, the town’s rising star. But Benny died in a car accident last year, leaving Brenda and her parents without the star of their family and without a way to fill the huge hole in their lives.

Though Hemlock’s dreams of basketball glory died along with her brother, Brenda is looking forward to playing on the lessimportant girls’ team. This year the girls planned to get the recognition they deserve—but that was before their coach left to take a better job. Now they’re faced with a new coach, whose offbeat philosophy has the girls reciting lines from poems as they play. It brings them recognition, but not the kind they were hoping for. Still, when the sawmill closes down and Brenda’s parents seem to be on the verge of breaking up, she and the rest of the team find inspiration in the last place they’d ever have expected—poetry.

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Kirkus Reviews

"The sprinkling of recognizable poems...will titillate teenage poetry buffs, and the approachable emotive aspects will please readers." BULLETIN Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

"[The Rhyming Season] will attract readers who are on the brink of transformation in their own lives." SLJ School Library Journal

Children's Literature
Brenda Jacobsen is a high school senior struggling with many things: the loss of her older brother, Benny, star of their small-town basketball team and the glue that held her family together; the loss of her father's job as the town's mill shuts down; the disintegration of her parents' marriage; the attraction she feels to the one boy in town her parents would really hate; and her own decisions about her future. Brenda's main solace is basketball. She and her teammates make a pact to bring home the state championship trophy to bring some life back to their dying town, and to prove that girls can play and compete as well as boys. When Brenda's basketball coach takes another job and the team is left with their eccentric English teacher as head coach, their dreams of a successful season seem doomed. Coach Hobbs assigns each girl on the team a new name, the name of a famous poet--Brenda's is Emily Dickinson--and instructs the girls to recite poetry aloud as they play. The girls balk at this at first, but as they learn more about their poets and poetry, they become more successful on the court and learn things about themselves off court, too. While this book has good intentions, it falls flat. There are too many plot lines going on at once for any of them to be fully developed. The result is a superficial glossing over of at least a dozen different topics. The core plot is about Brenda and her relationship with her family and how she copes with the loss of her brother. It is also about her town, the team, her sense of self, her relationship with her parents, her budding romance with her first boyfriend, her father's relationship with her mother, her father's sense of self-loathing, hermother's sense of a life not fully lived, and more. Any of these would have been plenty to address in the book as a single topic, but the author tries to pack all of them into the book and ultimately leaves the reader not caring especially much about any of them. 2205, Clarion Books, Ages 12 up.
—Lauri Berkenkamp
School Library Journal
Gr 7-9-Some basketball players might have a "lucky" number on their jersey or even wear shoes that are bound to bring them good fortune-but recite poetry at the foul line? That's just what Mr. Hobbs, the new girls' basketball coach/high school English teacher, has his team do to encourage focus and concentration. Does it work? Eventually. Brenda, one of the star players, is mostly the sap that holds the team together even though she is dealing with the death of her older brother, Benny, eight months earlier; her parents' separation; and living in a small town in Washington that doesn't hold much promise. When the Fostoria Mill closes, change is the only thing that is certain. To start with, Mr. Hobbs gives all the basketball players names of famous poets. Brenda's is Emily Dickinson, whose work she learns to embrace on and off the court. However, she does not embrace life as a recluse and in shadow, but decides to come off the sidelines and present herself to the world. In Hemlock, this mostly means going to college and leaving the small-town squabbles behind. This book will attract readers who are on the brink of transformation in their own lives. They will identify with Brenda's determination and self-discovery while she encounters difficult circumstances. Young adults will also appreciate that sometimes a little poetry helps, too.-Kelly Czarnecki, Bloomington Public Library, IL Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Squeaky clean, and devoid of any aspect of contemporary teen culture (no Internet, drugs or sex; rap is called "urban music"), this first-person narrative, set in a logging community, tells the story of a high-school senior who must learn to cope with a pile of grown-up issues: the recent loss of her basketball star brother, the shuttering of the town's mill and a peculiar basketball coach who believes in the power of poetry. Hanging tough, Brenda negotiates these issues by excelling in basketball and helping bring her team to the State Championship. At the same time, she must referee between her player pals, the antagonistic bunch of unemployed men and the eccentric coach who implements the practice of identifying each girl as a particular dead poet in the hope that poetry will help them develop insight into themselves and find the rhythm of basketball. Brenda's storytelling is superficial, her voice without personality and too often-particularly in her interactions with her father-rings emotionally false. Too many problems try to ratchet up the emotional temperature, and readers never get far enough in Brenda's head to heat up a connection. (Fiction. 12+)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780618469482
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 9/28/2005
  • Pages: 224
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Lexile: 660L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.56 (d)

Meet the Author

Edward Averett was born in the Pacific Northwest and, except for four years in the wilds of Spain, has lived in the state of Washington all his life. He is the author of Homing and The Rhyming Season .

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Chapter One

Jen was braver than all of us, so she was the one who actually made our tree the tallest in Lewis County. I went along and carried the saw. It wasn’t really like me, but I did it because the boys chickened out at the last minute and we had to do something about Napavine.
You might wonder how an entire girls’ basketball team could sneak into town under the noses of their biggest rivals, but we didn’t have a game that night and Napavine was playing a Class A school up by Olympia. So nobody was there to actually catch us.
My town of Hemlock, Washington, is named after a tree. Not after a famous American, not after an ancient city in Europe, but after a type of fir tree that resides on the same part of the earth we do. We make our living from the hemlock and a few others like it, but we don’t take the trees for granted like some people do. We’ve worshiped them for as far back as anyone can remember. That’s why we would risk life and limb to shinny up the wimpy Douglas fir that stands in front of the Napavine City Hall and lop six feet off the top so that our tree, the mighty Hemlock in front of our City Hall, would be the tallest in Lewis County.
What made it especially good was that our boys’ team was at a scrimmage in Evaline, so they all had alibis. And nobody would have thought to blame the girls’ team for such a boy thing to do. Girls in Hemlock weren’t expected to do much of anything. Maybe that’s why it made our team even stronger. It helped us jell as a unit, and I think it made us believe we could win it all. Our coach, Ms. Cochran, had told us we were headed for big things. She said that when a team gets as close as we had the year before and takes risks the way we had, it can only spell future success on the court. We believed her and took every opportunity to let it be known.
In fact people might have gotten sick of us marching down Main/56, weaving in and out of our line.
Jen, Freddie, Mavis, Lena, and I clapped and sang with every bounce. Some of the players from the boys’ team would yell at us from their cars, and it only made us bolder. It made us raise our voices so we were practically screaming through town. Mom said we sounded like an army drill regiment as we sang, “Go Jacks, go Jacks, go Jacks,” till our voices cracked like raspy old saws. Jen always brought us back on key. She was the team leader; we all focused on which way she was going to move. Being 6'1", I kind of stuck out in the middle of the pack, but that didn’t keep us from being smooth. We meshed together like we were all one body. We might as well have been. We’d been born and raised in Hemlock. Tree sap was the glue that held us together.
After the cutting we took our turns guarding the new tallest tree in Lewis County, to protect it from anyone who had a plan to make it shorter. We all smirked at one another. It was fun being the only ones who knew we had made it happen. When our shift was over, the boys’ team would take over for us. We’d slap their hands like it was a tag team wrestling match. Some of the boys suspected what we’d done, and I think they actually appreciated it. I know my brother, Benny, did. Not enough to give the girls any credit for it, though. Those were the good old days in Hemlock: things moved like they were supposed to. But that was last year. Things are a little different now.
I come from a family of tall people. In my town that makes you better at trimming the high spots on trees or playing basketball. Sometimes both. My dad, Buzzy Jacobsen, is one of those. He was a foreman at the Fostoria Mill and also known as the best damn basketball player to ever come out of the area. He’s 6'3" and the kind of guy who bowls you over. My mom, Merilee Jacobsen, is 5'11", but Grandpa Jacobsen always said the tape measure was off and she’s taller than that. Grandpa used to run the town barbershop, and I guess it was his job to size up the new prospects. We reached our peak in 1981, my dad’s senior year, when the boys’ team went to the State tournament.
But after that basketball’s future in Hemlock was looking grim. Mom says you could see all the boys in town lined up outside the barbershop, and not a one of them broke six feet. So when my mom and dad went on their first date the year after graduation, visions of a State championship just a generation away dazzled all the men in town. Grandpa gave them money to go out, and all the parents turned their heads the other way when Mom and Dad drove to the parking lot of the Fostoria Mill to get to know each other better. All that for the future of basketball. And people say arranged marriages happen only in other cultures.
I live in a desperate town. Just outside the town limits is a sign that Grandpa Jacobsen bought and paid for. It says:

Welcome to Hemlock Home of the 1981 Boys’ Class B Basketball Ninth Place Finisher

Lots of small towns have these signs, but here’s the thing: There is no ninth place in Washington State high school basketball. My town made it up. There are only eight places. Sure they went to State, and they almost got a trophy, but they were eliminated on the next-to-last day and finished just out of the running. So there you have it. In my town all your hopes and dreams boil down to two things: hoops and trees.
Grandpa Jacobsen’s plan to produce a star player actually almost worked. On their first try Mom and Dad came up with a baby boy, my brother Benny, who was the smoothest, smartest, most confident player since my dad. In his junior year Benny broke my dad’s league records for scoring and rebounding. He led the Hemlock Lumberjacks to the brink of the State tournament, losing to Adna on a controversial call at the buzzer that the people of Hemlock still write letters to the editor about. That ref will never work the Western Lewis County League again.
Hemlock was all set for Benny’s senior year. This was going to be it—the year of years. Finally, all that hard work was going to pay off. My parents had already reserved a room for five nights in March at the Davenport Hotel in Spokane, where the Class B tournament is held every year. We were good sports and braved a so-so football season. Then we rejoiced when basketball practice officially started in November. It was my junior year, and I was taking it all in. I was on the girls’ team, and we were no slouches ourselves. Under the expert coaching of Ms. Cochran, and with a little help from her assistant, Mr. Hobbs, we ended up winning eighteen out of twenty- six games that season, and I was the leading scorer.
The boys and girls practiced at opposite ends of the gym, and sometimes I stopped what I was doing just to watch my brother. It reminded me of a slow-motion shot of a racehorse, the way its muscles flex and stretch and gather together in a bunch as it runs. He galloped around the court like a thoroughbred. The first game of the season he scored thirty-two points, but he didn’t strut around pounding his chest like some guys would. He took it calmly and hit the practice court the following day, preparing for the next game. Benny was a pro.
That season the Lumberjacks won their first six games, including a big home win over Napavine. Benny was averaging twenty-eight points a game. The team was winning by big margins. The whole town was one big happy family. The first polls came out, and we were ranked seventh in the state. My dad and all his friends at the Jacobsen Barber Emporium were grabbing the boys off the street and putting them up against the doorjamb of the shop, checking to see if they’d grown any in the past few days. That doorjamb is filled with pencil marks and initials from clear back to the Stone Age. It was shaping up to be a guaranteed dream season. Then right after the New Year came the night of the Boistfort game.
The bleachers were packed, and everyone was screaming. People actually had to stand three deep by the stage next to the court in order to watch the game. It sure made the fire marshal nervous. That night we girls won our game by fifteen, and afterward the boys took theirs by an even twenty. My mom was hugging my dad, and a college scout stopped to talk to my parents for a few minutes after the game. It was a big night in Hemlock. But you can have all the fun and laughter and hope and promise in one second, and in the next second all those things can take wing and fly to someone else’s town.
After the Boistfort game, Benny and his friends drove around the back roads celebrating the big win.
Sometime in the middle of the night Benny said goodbye to them and started to drive home. What happened next would have made sense if Benny had been drinking, but there wasn’t a drop of alcohol in his veins. So it’s still a mystery why his car left the road at ninety miles an hour and slammed into one of those very same evergreen trees that our town is named after.
The wreck was discovered just a half hour later, but by then my brother’s life was over. And that’s when things started to change. For me and for everybody in Hemlock.

Copyright © 2005 by Edward Averett.
Reprinted by permission of Clarion Books / Houghton Mifflin Company.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2006

    this is awesome~

    this book is so good i don't play basketball but it was great it tells what a person goes through when someone dies and everything goes wrong

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    Posted October 23, 2005

    Good, but not great

    This book was pretty good and I enjoyed it. It was a little difficult to understand what the main character was going through because it does not go to deep into her thoughts. And it did help that i'm interested in basketball, because that is mainly what this book is about. However, I enjoyed it and I do recommend it for girls ages 12+

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