Two Under Par

Two Under Par

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by Kevin Henkes

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It seemed to ten-year-old Wedge that most of the time nothing made sense anymore. Suddenly he had a brand-new stepfather and a five-year-old stepbrother, Andrew. He lived in a new house, far from his friends, and his bedroom window looked out on a seven-foot castle that marked the eighteenth hole of the miniature golf course his stepfather owned. He hated it.


It seemed to ten-year-old Wedge that most of the time nothing made sense anymore. Suddenly he had a brand-new stepfather and a five-year-old stepbrother, Andrew. He lived in a new house, far from his friends, and his bedroom window looked out on a seven-foot castle that marked the eighteenth hole of the miniature golf course his stepfather owned. He hated it.

Wedge does not easily let go of his anger, but the moment does come when things again begin to make sense. Kevin Henkes tells the story of Wedge's journey to understanding and acceptance with humor and sympathy.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Wedge is a slightly overweight boy, age 10, who stows away presents in a box that he hopes to give someday to his father. His mother Sally says she doesn't even know who his father is, and she expects Wedge to adapt to his new stepfather, King, and King's son Andrew. Wedge's window overlooks King's miniature golf course, where a castle marks the 18th hole. The boy doesn't like anything about his new life and being part of a family; he finds King to be a homely buffoon, and Sally, who is pregnant, no longer available to him. The complicated process of learning acceptance and being accepted is one Henkes explores with confidence and care. His novelist's hand is as sure as his illustrative talents. In this touching and funny book, there are no easy or sudden solutionsjust a sense of isolation slipping away, as Wedge reaches out and receives much more than he expects. Ages 7-11. (March)
School Library Journal
Gr 3-6 Wedge is ten, fat, and unhappy. He feeds his unhappiness, downing cans of instant whipped cream at a sitting. He is miserable because his mother has a new husband, a tall, skinny man ten years her senior, with a five-year-old son who is skinny too. What's worse, Wedge's new stepfather owns a miniature golf course decorated with castles, calls himself King, and wears a crown all day. All most embarrassing, but then Wedge learns that his mother is expecting another child. Wedge faces the awful realization that he is being forced into adolescence, or something. Henke's handling of Wedge's problems is masterful and shows a keen understanding of childhood. In only a few pages, readers will see Wedge grow and mature and come to appreciate his almost all-new family. Wedge's parents are refreshingly decent people who try hard, make errors, but ultimately succeed in helping to bring Wedge around. Readers are left with the impression that Wedge is a good kid who learns to adapt to life as it is. Still, there's that weight problem, and perhaps Henkes will take that up in another volume. Robert Unsworth, Scarsdale Junior High School, N.Y.

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Chapter One

The Scarecrows

The castle. Although it was only seven feet tall, it appeared oddly majestic with the sun rising in the east behind it. Its ornate spires glittered in the morning light, and the elongated shadows they cast ran across the tee-off mat, over the driveway, and pointed directly to Wedge's bedroom window like large arrows.

Wedge was sitting on his bed, his pajamas still on, rubbing the drowsiness from his puffy eyes. He yawned as he rose and shuffled across the rippling linoleum more like an old man than a ten-year-old boy. The floor creaked and groaned under his weight. He stopped at the window, squinting at the castle. Wedge scowled at the golden turrets. "I feel like I'm waking up in Disneyland," he said to himself, disgusted.

It wasn't Disneyland. A far cry from it. Actually, it was King Arthur's Camelot — Mayfield, Wisconsin's first and only miniature golf course.

Arthur ("King") Simpson, Camelot's owner and Wedge's brand-new stepfather, had just opened the course at the end of the school year. Camelot was King's pride and joy. Wedge thought it was embarrassing. He couldn't understand why a grown man would pour his entire life into a minature golf course, go by the nickname King, or parade around in public in a plastic gold crown with fake jewels glued on. Especially when he was married to your very own mother.

It didn't make any sense to Wedge. Sometimes nothing made sense to Wedge. In fact, most of the time nothing made sense to Wedge anymore.

For openers, Wedge neverunderstood why his real father had to take off before he was born and never come back. Wedge didn't even have a picture of him. And his mother's description of him — when Wedge pressed her for one — had a tendency to change from time to time. Drastically. Wedge wondered if she ever really got a good look at him.

Wedge also never understood why, out of the entire male population of Mayfield, his mother had to choose King for a husband. Two of Wedge's friends — Jackie DeRose and Eric Scheller — had stepfathers, too. But that was different. Wedge wasn't exactly sure how it was different, but he knew that it was. Maybe it had something to do with that stupid crown King always wore. (At least Jackie's stepdad had the decency to cover his head with a Milwaukee Brewers cap.) Or maybe it was because acquiring King was a package deal — along with him came his own son, Andrew.

Whenever Wedge looked at Andrew (who was five), he was reminded of King. And whenever he looked at King (who was thirty-eight), he was reminded of Andrew. In Wedge's opinion they both bordered on pathetic. They were thin and pale with lanky arms that hung down the sides of their bodies like long curtains. Their arms even moved like curtains would — floppy and smooth. And if the wind happened to be blowing, Wedge thought that they could pass for scarecrows — sleeves waving wildly about, as if they had no arms at all.

Their faces were almost white with pinkish splotches haphazardly cropping up here and there. The splotches turned deep red when King got angry or when Andrew was embarrassed. And their hair was like blond string, falling halfway down their faces in straight lines, partially covering their beaked noses. (Andrew's, incidentally, happened to be dripping quite frequently.)

Pitiful, Wedge thought. Extremely pitiful.

Wedge had physical problems of his own, but they were more tolerable; he looked almost normal. Most obvious was the fact that Wedge was slightly overweight. Possibly more than slightly overweight. Wedge liked to eat and it showed.

Wedge's other disability, only he, his mother, and his pediatrician knew about. The left side of his buttocks was completely covered with a large white spot. Doctor Harris said it was simply from a lack of pigment in his skin and that it was nothing to be alarmed about. The spot was in the shape of Texas, upside down.

Wedge vowed that no one else would ever see his spot, except for his wife if he ever got married. Which was highly unlikely because most of the girls he knew were like Judith Mills. And that was bad news.

Wedge was thinking that perhaps the spot meant that his real father was living in Texas somewhere, when his mother called from the hallway.

"Wedge! Andrew! Time for breakfast!"

"How can she sound so cheerful?" Wedge mumbled, taking one last look at the castle, before turning and heading for the good smells of the kitchen.

It didn't make sense.

Like everything else.

Nothing. Ever. Made. Sense.

When Wedge entered the kitchen, King and Andrew were already seated at the table eyeing stacks of steaming pancakes. Wedge could tell that King had done the cooking, because the pancakes were perfect, golden disks. Sallyalways made pancakes in the shapes of unidentifiable animals, which were usually broken, crumbled, or burned by the time they got to your plate. Wedge walked past his new father and brother without a word and sat at the far end of the table.

"Morning, Sally," Wedge said to his mother, who was waiting in her bright red robe by the stove for the teakettle to whistle. Her hair hung down past her shoulders, resembling spiral macaroni spray-painted bronze.

"Morning, honey," she replied with a toothy smile. Like a cardinal, she flitted around the table and pecked the top of his head, her robe swooshing about her.

For as long as he could remember, Wedge had always called his mother Sally. According to her, the terms mom, mother, and ma made her feel like an old lady. "Something I hope I never am, she said frequently.

"Does that mean you plan on dying young?" Wedge had asked once when he was in a temperamental mood and his mother's indignation at being called what she naturally was annoyed him. He even fleetingly pondered the possibility that she wasn't his mother, but quickly dismissed the thought.

"No," she had answered, "it just means that I plan on staying young in spirit until I'm at least one hundred.

Meet the Author

Kevin Henkes has been praised both as a writer and as an illustrator. He received the Caldecott Medal for Kitten’s First Full Moon; Caldecott Honors for Owen and Waiting; two Newbery Honors—one for Olive’s Ocean and one for The Year of Billy Miller—and Geisel Honors for Penny and Her Marble and for Waiting. His other books include Old Bear, A Good Day, Chrysanthemum, and the beloved Lilly’s Purple Plastic Purse. Kevin Henkes lives with his family in Madison, Wisconsin.

Brief Biography

Madison, Wisconsin
Date of Birth:
November 27, 1960
Place of Birth:
Racine, Wisconsin
University of Wisconsin, Madison

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Two Under Par 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
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Walks in
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A girl with black hair walks in.
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Walks in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
((God i keep getting the h and the m mixed up)) Tyra: " well its nice to meet someone who likes that " Maze: he sat in a chair listining
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She stands up and nocks over a chair as she heads to the pool.
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Ya its been quite a while!!! I missed you!
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No s.e.x
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Always casual :)
Guest More than 1 year ago
When Wedge's mother Sally marries King, the owner of a golf course called Camelot, Wedge feels left out. And crushed. Especially when Sally goes camping with her stepson, Andrew, and leaves Wedge with King. But Wedge discovers that King has his good sides. A humorous and touching book, that you can read more than once.