Track Attack

Track Attack

by Betty Hicks, Simon Gane
     
 

View All Available Formats & Editions

Jazz loves being on the track team! And her dad is her biggest fan -- maybe too big a fan. He argues with the coach, yells at the ref, and screams his head off at every meet. Jazz loves her dad, but can she keep him from having a full blown track attack? The latest book in the GYM SHORTS series finishes ahead of the pack and will keep early readers cheering.

 See more details below

Overview

Jazz loves being on the track team! And her dad is her biggest fan -- maybe too big a fan. He argues with the coach, yells at the ref, and screams his head off at every meet. Jazz loves her dad, but can she keep him from having a full blown track attack? The latest book in the GYM SHORTS series finishes ahead of the pack and will keep early readers cheering.

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 2–4—Jazz, Goose, Rita, Henry, and Rocky are back in another episode in this beginning-chapter-book sports series. Jazz is torn between her love of running and her love for her dad. A former track star himself, he can't stop giving her unwanted advice, coaching the coach, and even arguing with the referee during meets. Her friends take a backseat in this installment, but are still there offering support. Jazz and her dad work on their relationship, with Jazz understanding his love for her, and her dad learning his boundaries when it comes to track. Sports lovers will race through the story, picking up track and running tips along the way. Gane's black-and-white illustrations fully express the characters' emotions, struggles, and triumphs. Hicks sprints to the finish line with another winner.—Michele Shaw, Quail Run Elementary School, San Ramon, CA

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781596434882
Publisher:
Roaring Brook Press
Publication date:
07/21/2009
Series:
Gym Shorts Series
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
64
Product dimensions:
5.70(w) x 7.40(h) x 0.50(d)
Lexile:
450L (what's this?)
Age Range:
7 - 10 Years

Read an Excerpt

1

Spikes

Jazz sat in the sporting goods store beside her dad. Piles of track shoes lay heaped around her. All of them had spikes.

She felt as if she were surrounded by a bunch of those small man-eating fish that live in the Amazon River—the ones with the tiny, gnashing teeth.

"Dad," Jazz explained again, "these are so cool. But I don’t need spikes. Coach wants us all to have plain running shoes. And my old ones are worn out."

"You’re going to be great at track," said Dad. "Just wait till we get home. I’ll show you how to—"

Jazz tuned him out. Ever since Jazz signed up for the track team, Dad had been excited about helping her. So excited he didn’t listen.

Jazz looked to the salesclerk for help.

"We have some really nice running shoes," said the clerk.

"She doesn’t need running shoes," said Dad. "She needs track shoes—with spikes."

The clerk shrugged his shoulders at Jazz.

"You can’t get a fast start without spikes," Dad explained.

"Dad," Jazz exclaimed. "Coach said no spikes!"

"But . . . but," Dad sputtered. "Track shoes have had spikes for a hundred years. They were invented in 1920!"

Dad always knew stuff like that.

"Well," said Jazz, "in the 1960 Summer Olympics, a man won a gold medal and set a world record— running barefoot."

Jazz knew stuff, too.

"Really?" said Dad, his eyes opening wide. "No shoes?"

Finally! Dad heard something she’d said. "Right," Jazz nodded. "And for track, my age group wears running shoes. No spikes."

"Oh," said Dad. "Okay." He motioned to the clerk. "I guess we need to see your running shoes, please."

Jazz squeezed his hand. "Thanks, Dad."

"What if I talked to your coach about changing the spikes rule?"

"Dad!" exclaimed Jazz.

Everyone in the store stared.

"Do not go to my coach," Jazz whispered. "Not about rules. Not about spikes. Not about anything. Okay?"

Dad sighed. "Fine. But I do know about running. I can help you. I—"

Jazz pictured their den at home. A trophy case covered one wall. It was filled with trophies of runners, pole-vaulters, and hurdlers. Her dad had won them all.

But Jazz didn’t want a jillion trophies. She just wanted to sprint on a track team. Because when Jazz ran, she felt just like a lightning bolt.

Fast. Strong. Sizzling.

She was glad her dad cared about her sports. She just wished he didn’t care quite so much.

Excerpted from Track Attack by Betty Hicks.

Copyright 2009 by Betty Hicks.

Published in August 2009 by Roaring Brook Press.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

Read More

Meet the Author

Betty Hicks is the author of four previous GYM SHORTS books: Basketball Bats, Goof-Off Goalie, Swimming with Sharks, and Scaredy-Cat Catcher. Her previous sports books are Busted! and I Smell Like Ham. She lives in Greensboro, North Carolina.

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Write a Review

and post it to your social network

     

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews >