Branko has come to Earth on a grave mission: He must find a female and bring her home. What will happen to her on his planet isn't quite clear. But without her, his planet could die.
Tonia has always loved summer, but this one is different. Her best friend is changing and her family seems to be falling apart. Then she meets someone unlike anyone she's ever met before, and she knows that this summer, everything will change.
When their worlds collide, it's like nothing Branko and Tonia could have ever imagined.
|Publisher:||San Val, Incorporated|
|Age Range:||12 - 17 Years|
About the Author
Mary Logue is an acclaimed poet and mystery writer. She spends half of the year living in Arizona and the other half in Wisconsin. All year, she lives with her two dogs and writer Pete Hautman, who is not an alien, as far as she knows. Dancing With an Alien is her first book for HarperCollins.
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I am here.
On this very green Earth. The sun shines for fourteen hours and thirty-three minutes today. The sky is blue like they said it would be.
I am here on a mission.
The atmosphere is rich with smells, thick with water in my nose and chest, and from time to time, small, whining bugs that fly and bite. Martha, my hostess, told me they are called mosquitoes.
Martha and Fred, my host family, seem very nice but strange. Maybe all humans will be strange to me, but they flutter about me like birds. I know about birds. They were in the movies I saw. Martha is always asking me things. It tires me to talk so much. I feel exhausted from moving my mouth the way I have to in order to form these Earth words.
Martha told me that I looked like a regular teenager. Tall, skinny body, unruly hair. I have a mirror above my dresser in my new room and I stand up and look into it. My skin is possibly smoother than it should be. We worked hard on that, but it is still not quite the right surface. The only solution we came up with for my frizzy hair was to keep it cut fairly short. It's dyed the color brown.
I asked her if I was handsome. She looked me up and down. "Rugged, I'd say. And tall."
I thought mountains were rugged. But that's why I was sent–because I'm rugged. And because I'm short for my people. Not tall as Martha thinks. I am only six feet four inches tall.
Martha said she'd show me around town tomorrow. The small town of North St. Paul. We picked it because it's right on the edge of two cities–Minneapolis and St. Paul–and because the people here must be tough. They manage to live throughtemperatures that range from forty degrees below zero to over a hundred degrees above zero. It was near ninety degrees today, very comfortable.
Fred asked me if I wanted to go fishing.
"There's a lake a couple blocks away," he told me when I didn't say anything.
"I don't believe in fishing," I said.
"Oh." His mouth stayed in a round O shape for a while.
"We don't kill anything. Life is too precious."
"Yes, I see."
"I'd like to walk to the lake."
"Let's go now, before supper."
"I'd like that."
"Do you mind if I fish?" he asked.
"I'm not here to interfere."
They are trying hard, but they are a little afraid of me.
When we walked to the lake, I couldn't believe my eyes. The largest body of water I had ever seen. Nowhere is water allowed to pool on the surface like this back home. Fred dropped his hook into the water and I sat at the edge of the dock and stared.
The water was so beautiful. All different colors. Blue from the sky, gray from the stones, even flecks of green danced across it. Light edged its waves. The wind ruffled its surface. Ever-changing. Our life source. I gently dipped my hand into the cool liquid. What a luxury. Then I saw people were submerging their bodies in it. And no one was stopping them. They were running and thrashing around in the lake, hitting it with their arms and legs. I remembered it was called swimming.
I asked Fred if I could go in the water. He said sure.
I walked off the dock and stood at the edge of the lake. I had never had water all over my body before. When we are dirty, we use a special instrument to vacuum our bodies. Water is too precious to waste on washing. So, with great hesitation, I took my first step into the lake. It was cool and moist against my ankles. I kept walking, slow, easy steps. It was difficult to move through it. It grabbed my body, made my clothes heavy. I walked until only my head was above water. It was delicious. My body had never felt so light and cool.
My head was near the dock where Fred was fishing. He stared down at me. "Maybe you should have taken your clothes off," he said.
"All of them?" I asked.
"No, just your shoes and shirt. Do you know how to swim?"
"No, but I have read about it."
"You need to learn to swim."
I opened my mouth and took a big drink of water. Fred watched me and shook his head.
When we got home, Martha made me take off my wet clothes even though I told her they felt good.
We ate supper. I told them I did not want to eat the meat of the cow. But I liked the potatoes. They remind me of a tuber we also grow. I drank a glass of milk and ate a peanut butter cookie. The food has many flavors. Some I like and some taste like chemicals. But I will try anything except flesh.
Now the sky has turned dark and the stars are blinking in it. It looks like the same sky I have seen all my life, except the stars are moved around. Martha and Fred are sleeping. I looked into their room and they are in the same bed. I have never seen two people sleeping together. Their breathing is slow and heavy. I have heard that humans sleep up to ten hours a night. I need only four hours of resting.
In bed my body feels overloaded with the moisture in the air. I miss my home. I'm afraid of what I must try to do. Maybe they sent me here because they knew I would fail. But others have succeeded. I rub my face with my hands to calm myself.
I will take a few days to acclimatize. Then I need to begin my search. I have only a short time to do what I was sent here to do.
I am here to find a female.
Dancing with an Alien. Copyright © by Mary Logue. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I'm glad I picked this book while browsing through the YA section at the library. I wonder why I've never stumbled upon this book before! It was a really interesting story! Good pacing, clean writing, and a good amount of romance.
Well i have to say i loved it. really i did. i felt like i knew the ending but didn't want it to happen that way it just too sad. I finished the book in a day though and i liked it but at the same time I hated it but the ending did make sense to me .
I do like this book, but the whole love part came to quick in my opinion. & the ending is quite surprising even though you already know it's going to happen. *sighs* liked it but didn't like the ending. It was too quick and sad!
I like the book alot I like the part were Mia and Barnko went skinnydipping. That was so bad!
I loved this book! Especially when they got down and dirty! I loved it when Branko and Mia went skinnydipping! That was soo bad! My fav part though was when Mia put her hand down his pants and felt his croch! That is soo awesome!
it a very great book, i couldn't stop reading it so i finish the whole book in one day....
If you like Aliens and/or romance then I tottaly recomend that you read this book. It's amazing how this book will make you not let it go! I read it in one day! I garantee you'll love it!
Dancing with an alien is very good book for teenagers. It is a very interesting story that makes you not want to stop reading the book. While i was reading it, i actually started to believe that the story was true. I recommend this book to anyone who is looking for a book that has love, drama, and science fiction in it at the same time! Its a great book!!