Achingly Alice

Achingly Alice

by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

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Overview

Alice must choose between Patrick and Sam in this repackaged installment of a beloved series.

How can someone be in love with two people at the same time? It doesn't make sense to Alice—until Sam, her friend from Camera Club, starts to pay attention to her. Sam is quiet, gentle, and a terrific dancer, and Alice likes being with him. But Alice has been Patrick’s girlfriend for almost two years—so why is she interested in another guy?

As Alice stumbles her way through the minefield of early adolescence, there are plenty of bumps, giggles, and surprises along the way. Every girl should grow up with Alice, and with this irresistible new look, a whole new generation will want to.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781442434943
Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
Publication date: 03/06/2012
Series: Alice Series , #10
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 176
Sales rank: 858,722
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range: 10 - 14 Years

About the Author

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor has written more than 135 books, including the Newbery Award–winning Shiloh and its sequels, the Alice series, Roxie and the Hooligans, and Roxie and the Hooligans at Buzzard’s Roost. She lives in Gaithersburg, Maryland. To hear from Phyllis and find out more about Alice, visit AliceMcKinley.com.

Read an Excerpt

from Chapter One

One of my teachers, Mr. Everett, used to tell us, "Be a person who makes things happen; don't just let life happen to you.

I've been thinking about that a lot lately because I'm starting to plan my life-as much as any life can be planned, I guess-and I wrote down my list of priorities. What do I most want to happen first? That's easy: I want my dad to marry Miss Summers-the gorgeous teacher with the blue eyes and light brown hair.

They've been seeing each other for a whole year now, ever since seventh grade when I invited her to go to the Messiah Sing-Along with us. When Dad found out I'd invited my English teacher, he thought she'd be a little old woman he'd have to help down the steps, and was delighted to find that she's intelligent, warm, talented, gracious, beautiful, and, in short, a real sweetheart. She'd make a wonderful wife for Dad and a mom for me, with only one little hitch: Someone else is in love with her, too: Jim Sorringer, our vice-principal.

I'm pretty sure she loves my dad; I've seen the way they look at each other, and they enjoy the same things. It was when Mr. Sorringer took a leave of absence to get his Ph.D. in California that Sylvia Summers and Dad first met, and now that Sorringer's back in the picture, Miss summers is torn between the two great loves of her life. That's the way I see it, anyway.

The other priorities on my list are:

2. Decide on a career I'd really love, which I think is going to be psychiatry, but I'm not sure.

3. Get to know some other guys, even though I really, really like Patrick Long.

4. Do something about my body-hair, skin, waist, legs-everything.

5. Be a better sister toLester and a better friend to Elizabeth and Pamela.

Those are my short-term goals. Marriage and kids and a house and stuff aren't even in the picture yet, but I decided these are the things I should think about first. And since numbers two through five would be a whole lot easier it I had a mother to help me make decisions, I've committed myself to putting all my energy into getting Dad and Miss Summers married.

I used to think I couldn't stand it if they didn't. The thought of having to go through high school, to dances, through breakups and disappointments, getting married, even, without a morn's advice, somebody to talk to late at night about woman stuff, was just too awful. Now, though,

I realize that even a mom can't solve everything, but I still want Miss Summers to marry my dad, for his sake. Worse than not having a mother myself is seeing my dad unhappy My own mom died when I was in kindergarten. Lester remembers her better than I do because he's seven years older than I am. I keep getting memories of her mixed up with memories of Aunt Sally, who took care of us for a while after Mom died.

I'd already asked Miss Summers if she wanted to go to the Messiah Sing-Along with us again this year, and she'd said yes, if she was invited. So I made it official, and Dad was really pleased. Better yet, I found out that Miss Summers invited him, in turn, to the school band concert, the middle of December. But most wonderful of all, Dad announced at dinner one night that Miss Summers was spending Christmas with us.

I gave a yelp of delight and dropped my fork, splattering spaghetti sauce on the front of my sweatshirt.

"Here?" I gasped.

"We could just take her caroling through the neighborhood, if you'd prefer," said Lester.

But I was still staring at Dad. "Christmas Eve and Christmas Day both?"

"I think so," said Dad, smiling

I leaned across the table and looked hJim right in the eye. "Where is she going to sleep?" I asked eagerly.

"Al!" said Dad. (My full name is Alice Kathleen McKinley, but Dad and Lester call me "Al.")

"She can always sleep with me!" I begged, pleased that I had a new double bed. What I wanted to know, of course, was whether she would be sleeping with Dad.

" Sylvia only lives in Kensington," he said. "That's about a twenty-minute drive from Silver Spring, as if you didn't know" And then he changed the subject.

I couldn't wait to tell Elizabeth and Pamela at the bus stop the next morning.

"Where is she going to sleep?" they both asked together. I'm not the only one interested in details.

"I don't know yet," I told them. "I'll keep you posted."

For Elizabeth, of course, everyone else's life seems more interesting than her own right now because, after being the only child in her family for thirteen years, her mom's had another baby and, according to Elizabeth, conversations at her house revolve around formula and diaper rash. And Pamela's parents have separated, so she'd rather talk about anything than that.

"Well, I don't think she should sleep over at your house," said Elizabeth. "It just wouldn't look right."

"You're the only one who would be looking, Elizabeth, because you're right across the street," I told her.

Copyright © 1998 by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

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Achingly Alice 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
the_readerist More than 1 year ago
I read all of the Alice books I could get my hands on as an adolescent, and after recently reading Achingly Alice I am reminded why. In this novel Alice McKinley is 13, in the eighth grade, and as engaging as ever. In the opening scene Alice decides she needs to plan her life so she can make things happen. With this resolution, she writes down her priorities which include getting her father and Miss Summers married, getting to know other guys (even though she really likes her current boyfriend, Patrick), and improving her closest relationships. Raised without a mother, she is curious about womanhood and what is in store for her. Alice explores the concept of love while watching her favorite teacher, Miss Summers, date her father; however, she becomes confused after knowing that Miss Summers is also going on dates with Mr. Sorringer, the assistant principal. She wonders how it could be possible to love two people simultaneously, but gets a small taste of it herself with Patrick and her friend Sam. Although kissing Patrick brings Alice her first sexual feelings, Sam has become an interest too. I would recommend this book for youth ages 11 to 15. Alice is the epitome of a middle school girl. She worries about her body, boys, friends, her family, and what life will bring. These preoccupations make her relatable to middle school girls. Achingly Alice contains some candid discussion about masturbation, pelvic exams, and the feelings that come with growing up as a girl. There are concerns about her dad's girlfriend sleeping over and "wife-swapping". While some parents may be uncomfortable with their children reading this book, I believe it may be beneficial for those who feel reticent to share their questions with parents or others. These matters are an important part of adolescence and Alice provides answers. These answers are provided in a way that lets girls know they are normal. An easy and entertaining read, I highly recommend Achingly Alice.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book.I like the part when Patrick and Alice kissed.Why did his mother had to come?I wanted to know what happened.If you want to read a book read Achingly Alice it's great!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Alice and Partick never get to do the deed until the last book and the author doesnt put a lot of detail into it. Since I started reading the Alice books at the same age Alice was, Ive pretty much grown with her. Im nearly 17 now and I started this series when I was 10
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
They dont have sex..... do they??????
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is soooooooooooo lovely. My favorite part is when alice and patrick kiss and have alot of sex. Can't believe that patrick's mom came and they broke up. I can't wait when Ali ce and Patrick gets maried. The auther should make more sex books and maybe sex movies.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an awesome book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Achingly Alice is full if excitement and love. I love the author. I read this book in two hours; i couln't put the book down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Luv it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This seires is the best seires i have ever read! It's so funny!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love Naylor's books, but this one wasn't one of the best ones. It was somewhat boring, yet funny at the same time. If you are the kind of person that likes almost any book, this book is for you.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I wish that Patrick's mom didn't come home when she did! I wanted to see what would happen next soooo bad!!! I kinda wish i had a deep relationship like they had before they broke up!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
When you read this book you will picture every single detail that the author wrote. What i hope is that Patrick and Alice get married. They already act like they are in this book. This is a really good book. I loved it!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think Achingly Alice is a great book! It's about a girl named Alice who finds a boyfriend named Patrick! But I think it should me a book for girls 12 and up! Because there is a lot of things about sex and gross stuff!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a very engrossing book. I think it should only be for girls twelve and up, as there is a lot of talk about sex, and the kissing. But if you are in seventh grade and need a great book, read this one. It's awesome!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a pretty good book... but not one of Naylor's best. I thought it was kinda boring. My favorite part is the chapter called feminine products. That part is funny.
lydia25 More than 1 year ago
Naylor's frequent references to sex and "spouse swapping" are blatant sensational attempts to hook a larger following among her young adolescent audience. I thought it ironic that she attempts to "teach" a lesson on the use of bias/manipulation in commercial persuasive writing techniques, when she engages the similar ploys in her own plot. Books geared to this audience have a responsibility to not take advantage of their readers in this way. The book would have been much better without the writer's desperate provocative hooks.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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