Dive Smack

Dive Smack

by Demetra Brodsky

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ISBN-13: 9780765396952
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 06/19/2018
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 190,131
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

DEMETRA BRODSKY is an award-winning art director and designer turned writer. She has a B.F.A. from the Massachusetts College of Art and Design and lives in Southern California with her family of four and two lovable rescue dogs. Dive Smack is dedicated to the Monarch Butterfly she once saved from the brink of death.

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CHAPTER 1

Heavy Entry: Entering the water with a lot of splash.

EVERY HUMAN reaction has to be silenced before doing a single twist. Then it's go time. The more twists the better. That's why I like to chuck it at the break of dawn when no one is watching or keeping score. Once the school day begins, I'm Theo Mackey, Ellis Hollow springboard diving captain. People expect me to behave a certain way in the classroom, at home, on the diving board. Especially on the diving board. But out here, I can blow as many new dives as I want before bringing them to the team. Like the 5337D I've been working on for the past hour.

The Reverse 1 ½ Somersault 3 ½ Twist was my mom's favorite dive, the one she claimed got her into Stanford. Adding it to my dive list this year isn't optional. Not in the official sense. Voluntary dives are required at meets. Optionals are a diver's choice. Don't try to wrap your head around voluntary dives being required or your brain will explode. Just trust that diving has some strange rules. The important thing to know is that the dive has a high degree of difficulty. A 3.5. That's still lower than the dive I'd call my own favorite. But the reverse entry will help set me further apart from the rank and file and secure my position for a scholarship, which is the only way I know how to honor my parents now that they're gone.

So far it's not going great.

My thoughts keep shifting from my dad, for good reason, to the fucked-up dream that left me sleepless for most of the night. I'm not sure dream is the right word since I wasn't fully asleep at the time. Maybe I never was. More like in a trance, trapped between awake and sleep, watching my actions unfold in another space and time. I saw myself running down this long deserted hallway under humming fluorescent lights. Pushing open doors that lined both sides while fresh dirt spilled in alongside me. My goal was to get to the last door but my Uncle Phil slithered around the corner like a snake and blocked my path. A heart-pounding urge to clobber him with the garden shovel in my hand took over my senses. But as soon as I lifted the tool to strike — bam — I was right back to staring at the ceiling in Chip's room.

I wipe my arms dry with a shammy and rub my feet across the springboard's pebbled surface. Diving is also like slipping through a door into another world. Everything goes hush quiet after entry, and for a few seconds I can pretend life is back to normal. Mom is watching, Dad is watching. And all is right with the world. But reaching that door in just the right way takes practice, hours of twisting and turning just to whoosh through that addictive portal for less than a minute.

"You need more height," Chip announces.

I didn't see him coming and the surprise of his voice makes me circle my arms for balance so I don't fall into the pool. "I'm already six feet tall."

"Hilarious." He straddles a lounge chair by the edge of his family's pool and takes a seat. "You need another six inches on your flight if you want to make the last twist."

"How long have you been out here watching?" "Long enough to see you eat shit on your last two dives. Where's your girlfriend? You know my mom would freak if you got hurt."

I fling the shammy over a diving rail and search for his dog from my 3-meter height advantage. "She was here a minute ago. Maybe she saw you coming and gave up her post to look for a bone."

"Or she got tired of watching you almost crack your skull open."

I know what Chip's getting at. Flying solo is a diving no-no — a safety issue — but I wasn't entirely alone. The Langfords' black Lab was looking out for me, the way she's done for as long as I can remember. Chip's mom trained her to follow us to the pool and bark like hell if anyone is floating facedown in the water. It's a cool trick I'm glad I've never seen used in a real emergency. But now, I can't hear a dog barking without thinking something is wrong.

Belly comes running to the sound of our voices, paws muddy from digging holes in the yard, and leaps into the pool with a giant flop, true to her name. Water splashes everywhere. Not that it matters. The rain last night already left everything slick, and the air heavy with the stench of fresh dirt and dusty old basements.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Chip shields himself from Belly as she shakes dry. "I could have kept an eye out and done some laps with the snorkel to power up my lungs."

"I needed to get my head straight before school."

Chip nods.

He understands. For the most part.

My dad died a year ago today, making me an orphan, more or less. Chip and I talked about it on the way home from practice last night, what it would be like if one variable had changed. But I live with my grandfather now, who I call GP. He used to be a hero, the Ellis Hollow fire chief, but he fell into a bottle of whiskey after my dad died and hasn't been the same since.

I get it. And I don't.

It's not like he's the only one who lost people.

"What do you think The Mack Attack would say if he saw you balking every other approach on the board today?" Chip asks.

Good question.

My dad, Mitch Mackey, was a sports psychologist known as The Mack Attack by his clients because he attacked whatever problem they were having. He usually had plenty to say to me when things weren't going my way. But it's not my dad's words that haunt me today. It's Mom's. When I first started diving she said, "Your mind will betray you before your body; acknowledge your fears and do it anyway." I get that now more than ever. Diving is as much mental as physical. She was selective with how much she'd coach me unless I asked for help. But she also had a way of knowing when I needed her before I ever said a word.

Drove my dad nuts.

He used to call Mom The Diving Whisperer, like it was some big joke. Dad made his living fostering excellence in others, but it was Mom who had a knack for spotting which of his clients would go to the big leagues. And she was usually right. But I could tell something about those coincidences drove him a little crazy. That's what killed him in the end. Not the accident — work — his obsession with being able to pick the right athlete after Mom died. He had a heart attack while driving to see an important client. I kind of saw it coming. He was on edge after Mom died, flying off the handle without much provocation. I wish I'd said something about the way he was acting when I had the chance. But I didn't. In a way, I guess that's my fault too ... It's complicated.

"Never in your father's life was silence an answer."

Right. I almost forgot the question.

I clasp my hands behind my neck and squeeze. "He'd probably ask something obvious like, 'What did you learn from your last mistake?'"

"And?"

"I need more height, like you said. I'm coming in short and fast."

"Then take it up. Girls don't like a guy that comes too fast. Take it up, then slow it down, but speed it up. Control is the name of the game."

"Sounds like a personal problem, Chip."

"If you don't believe me you can always ask Iris. Inquiring minds want to know."

"Idiotic minds want to know. Maybe you should take it up with Amy."

"No can do, brother. I already know the answer to that question, and I value my life."

"You mean your sex life."

"Potato. Po-tah-toe."

I flip him off and walk back to my starting position.

There are lots of things I'd like to ask Iris Fiorello, but none of them have to do with how she likes it from a guy. Not that I wouldn't want to know if ever I got that lucky. It's just that I lost whatever ask-a-girl-out nerve I had the minute Mr. Malone assigned her and Les Carter as my sociology partners for our family history project. Chip likes to call me the King of Avoidance. Especially when it comes to girls. But I disagree. Sometimes caution and self-preservation are warranted.

I crack my neck from side to side and twist my trunk to loosen up my muscles.

When we talk about inertia in diving, this isn't what we mean. The moment of inertia happens inside the dive when we interrupt rotational motion, controlling the speed of somersaults by lengthening or shortening of our bodies. A serious screw-you to gravitational pull I'm usually on board with (pun acknowledged, not intended).

What I'm doing now is stalling.

Chip says, "What's our mantra?" "I got this."

"You got this. Visualize the dive and chuck it."

I haven't been able to see myself nailing this dive yet, but I'm willing to give it another shot. I close my eyes and envision myself leaving the board. This time it looks good. I've got the height, the rotations. I take three big steps to the end of the board and lift my right knee for the hurdle. When I come down I land the perfect ride. The board springs me higher into the air this time and my flight is perfect. I rotate backward for the reverse somersault, and twist. Once. Twice. Third time's the charm and —

Chip yells, "Yeah! Chinga tu madre," as I end the final half twist and I crimp the entry.

When I surface his eyes are bugged out like he can't believe I screwed up. "What happened?"

"Fuck your mother," I tell him. "That's what you yelled. I'm pretty sure that's not a regulation call-out."

Chip sucks at Spanish so I'm never sure if he understands what he's actually saying.

"Oh." His eyes go wide. "That's some disrespectful shit, especially today. I meant to say for your mother. Like an homage."

"That's para tu madre. Don't stress about it too much. I doubt Señora Torres will put the verb chingar on our midterm."

"I like it, though," Chip says. "Chingar! It packs a punch."

I flick my eyes at the house. "You do know your folks have the windows open, right?"

"My mom doesn't know Spanish," Chip says. "Not that kind of Spanish anyway. And my dad already left to pick up his crew, where I'm pretty sure he's heard worse."

Mr. Langford owns a pool company. He uses their backyard to showcase his work to clients, but really went to town on the lap pool once Chip showed promise in swimming, adding special year-round heaters and extra lighting. He put the 3-meter board in for my birthday after Mom died. I'd stay here forever if I could.

"You don't give your mom enough credit," I tell Chip. "If your dad knows, she knows."

"You're probably right. But that's your job, son. Especially since she's in the kitchen right now making a special memorial breakfast just for you. A situation I'm inclined to let slide under today's circumstances. Because nothing says I'm sorry for your loss like a pound of bacon."

I chuckle and shake my head. Mrs. Langford likes to show us she cares through food, no matter the occasion. And since my dinners at home usually consist of either pasta and jarred sauce or sandwiches, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

I'm glad Chip isn't walking on eggshells around me today. Not that he ever does. The best thing about having him as a friend is I never have to guess what he's thinking.

"You want me to hang out while you rip that dive one more time? I swear I won't say a word."

"Nah. I think I'll just do a 305B and meet you inside."

"Why not try the Triple Lindy instead," he says. "Maybe you'll finally get some respect."

"If it were that easy, everyone would be doing it. Leave me some bacon."

"I make no promises I can't keep."

I wait until Chip reaches the sliding glass door before inching back up the ladder. He knows I don't like leaving the board on a bad dive because the failure sticks with me all day. I think it's a side effect of having trained under the nonstop motivational maxims of my dad. I still find maxim the SAT word more inspiring than any of my dad's psychobabble, but thinking about him that way today is also some disrespectful shit.

I breathe deep, visualizing my Reverse 3½ Tuck. I approach my hurdle and hit the end of the board, shooting up and backward, hugging my thighs to create a tight fold. My pike is clean. Core tight. Toes pointed so hard they might cramp. All my rotations are good. I come-out and grab the top of my right hand, thumbs interlocking, and rip the entry with zero splash.

That's how every dive should be done. Without distraction, paying attention to the dive during every twist and turn until there's nothing but the rush of water and silence.

But the conditions are never perfect. I think that's what my mom was ultimately trying to say.

CHAPTER 2

Lead-Up: Practicing the beginning portion of a difficult dive before attempting the full dive.

I TAKE my morning Adderall with a glass of juice, then stuff the last piece of crispy bacon into my mouth with a grin aimed at Mrs. Langford.

"You better hurry," she says, handing me my letterman's jacket. "Before he —"

Chip blasts his horn and we cringe. I've told him a million times it sounds like a mutant duck being —

Hooonk.

"Jeezus."

He never listens.

I slide into my jacket and head outside where Chip's white Dodge Dart sits in the driveway shaking like it's terrified. It should be. Chip is by far the crappiest driver I know. The guy may be my best friend, but I only ride with him when I have to, or it makes more sense to carpool.

Chip cranks the passenger window down by hand. "Let's go, genius. This is what you get for letting Bumblebee die."

Case in point. I left the lights on in my truck yesterday, killing the battery. After surviving an intense practice we were both too tired and hungry to stick around and jump-start the engine.

I slide into the passenger seat and buckle the narrow, vintage seat belt.

"Hey, you think roadside assistance will update Bumblebee's voice box when they come give you a jump? Get some new tunes going in that bad boy." Chip does the robot in his seat and I can't help but laugh. He'll never let me live that joke down.

When the last Transformers movie came out, he made some wisecrack about my FJ Cruiser that got a huge uproar of laughter from the team. Now it's his standard dig. He used to call my truck Velveeta. If he's going to riff, I'll take Transformer over processed cheese any day. Plus, deep down, Chip knows my truck represents: Monarch orange, Bose stereo, four-wheel drive. My last gift from Dad before he died because he didn't want me driving his car. He would have been safer in mine.

"For all the shit you give me about my truck, you didn't seem to mind when Amy Sloan thought Bumblebee was yours. In fact, I specifically recall you leaning against the door with serious pride of ownership."

"Didn't matter, though. Did it, numbnuts? Amy liked my Dart's black racing stripes and I scored anyway."

He waggles his heavy eyebrows and jerks the Dart's long shifter into reverse with a thunk, backing out of the driveway without looking. I hold my breath as we roll over the curb and bump the recycling bin into the street. At least he didn't overcut his wheel and take out the mailbox. Again.

"Do me a favor," I say, checking my watch. "Take Quarry Road to Mount Pleasant the long way."

Chip stomps the brake pedal and I jerk forward. "Mom said I should take you to the south side of the cemetery."

"I'll stop by there after school on my own. Otherwise it'll mess with my head. If you take Mount Pleasant Road to Whiptail Loop we'll still drive past the south side and you won't be lying if she asks. Not technically."

"Whiptail Loop again?" He shakes his head. "How many times do we have to go over this, bro? It's talking not stalking that'll get you what you want with that girl."

"I know. Just drive. I'm trying to sort something out."

"Something cruising by Iris's house will solve?"

"Maybe."

"All right. It's your funeral."

"Theoretically, it's my dad's."

Chip's eyes widen slowly. "Shit. I didn't mean — I wasn't thinking."

"I know," I say. "Gotcha, though."

"Dick."

Chip hits the gas, spinning the Dart's tires against the wet asphalt, and I shift in the seat and stare through the passenger window, watching patches of yellow and green trees zip past.

A few weeks ago, Iris caught my eye at the quarry. Not for the first time. And not the way other girls have by sprawling themselves on the large, flat rocks in bikinis, loud talking to grab everyone's attention. Iris was standing at the edge of the second highest cliff wearing a yellow one-piece as blinding as the sun. But her quietness and one-piece swimsuit weren't the only things that set her apart from the other girls at the quarry. At first, I thought she was just taking in the view of the nearby dam, because she turned and walked away, leaving me gaping at the empty place where she'd stood. I didn't expect her to come rushing off the cliff's edge a moment later, her dark hair rising above her like a raven taking flight. I felt so many things at once. Awe. Admiration. Seeing that sent me over the edge alongside her. A complete goner. I jumped into the water in two seconds flat to see the look on her face when she surfaced. Making that plunge the best decisions of my summer.

(Continues…)


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BookLoversLife1 9 months ago
Theo feels responsible for his mothers death, after all he did light the match, and he sorta feels responsible for his fathers one too, he had a heart attack while driving and Theo thinks it was from the stress of losing his mother in the fire. But he can't remember exactly what happened that night! When he is assigned a family history project and starts to delve deeper into his past, things start coming back to him in pieces and he realises that some things are better left locked away. I have zero knowledge about diving or anything related to swimming, I'm actually quite afraid of water, but this sounded too good to pass up, so I eagerly dived in when I got it. This was a truly surprising read!! Its chock full of suspense, family drama, and twists and turns. It was actually a shock to see that this was a debut author because it was so well written and developed. You can usually tell when a book is the authors first one, but not so here. The plot was fast paced and exciting. The author put a lot of research into diving and everything that comes with it, and it showed. She explained everything just enough so as not to get bogged down in excess terms, and not to make it too boring. It was the perfect blend of sports and suspense. The characters were all well developed. Theo did a lot of growing during the book and I really liked his character. He has a lot to deal with and instead of putting his grief into something destructive, he embraces his love of diving. His best friend Chip was awesome too!!! In all, this was a great read. It was fast paced, entertaining and held my attention till the end. I'm thinking we can expect great things from this author and I look forward to more from her.
GillianFrench 4 months ago
Dive Smack was so much fun: all the sports lingo and boy-friendship drama of a Chris Crutcher classic paired with the mind-bending intrigue and paranormal suspense of Donnie Darko and Twin Peaks. Teens readers will absolutely love this page-turner. Demetra Brodsky nails it!
Anonymous 8 months ago
This one was a doozy! Although the beginning was slow it really picked up from the middle on, there was a whole bunch of lies and secrets and plots which kept me turning the pages so I could get to the bottom of the mystery. The profanity was a bit too much for me and I can’t say I liked the romance (I’m more plot driven) but the story made up for it. Theo’s abilities were interesting and added a cool paranormal twist to the story. I ended up liking Theo’s character, and the supporting characters had depth which added to the book’s entertainment for me. My favorite characters would be Belly, Theo, and GP. (in that order) I also liked that the author explained the different dives and scores and on the chapter headers there are diving terms which helped me understand the sport more. I didn’t see the ending coming AT ALL and this book was just so crazy but I ended up really liking it. Rating: 4 Stars! (I was between 3.5 and 4) FTC DISCLAIMER: I received this book in exchange for an honest review
TheBookEnigma 9 months ago
Described as Teen Wolf meets Barry Lyga and E. Lockhart, Dive Smack tells the story of Theo Mackey, a competitive diver who only remembers one thing for certain about the fire that destroyed his home: he lit the match. Though he knows it was an accident, the fire still killed his mother and set his father on the path to his own death. Yet, Theo still can’t quite remember the specifics of that night. At first, he doesn’t care because his life is only looking up, but when a school project brings up new memories, he begins to question what he really knows. After being on a straight YA fantasy diet for the past few months, this twisty psychological contemporary completely blew me away. For one thing, the use of diving terminology was frequent throughout the book. Yet despite me knowing absolutely nothing about diving, I was completely surprised at how interested I was in it. And not only was the use of diving terminology educational, it also worked SUPER WELL with the story. I never even imagined that I would enjoy reading about sports so much! As a thriller, one of the main parts of making it a great story is how, despite foreshadowing, you can’t see the twist. And boy did this book deliver that. Paired with the author’s enchanting writing style that pulls readers in with ease, Theo’s story hypnotizes readers with hints of twists and devious foreshadowing. The author also includes bits of the past which enhances the story as it adds to Theo’s confusion about what really happened that night with the fire. One of my favorite parts of this book were the characters. When I began reading it, I figured that Theo would just be another teenage boy who’s moody and only thinks about getting girls. And when I read about his friend Chip, I also believed that he would be the typical quirky best friend. I have never been more wrong about a character assessment in my life! The author did an amazing job creating all the characters into their own people and doing it with such finesse that they seemed real. Even characters that only appeared a few times were filled with enough detail to make them seem important. Readers would enjoy this aspect so much because by creating fleshed out characters like Theo, Chip, Iris, Uncle Phil, and so many others, it is harder to figure out exactly who (or what) might be involved in the plot twist. This book is by far one that has surpassed my expectations. If you love twisty small town mysteries that take you to the trenches of high school (but in a good way), you will love Dive Smack! Fans of Riverdale will also enjoy this book for its twist which readers will never see coming.
TheBookEnigma 9 months ago
Described as Teen Wolf meets Barry Lyga and E. Lockhart, Dive Smack tells the story of Theo Mackey, a competitive diver who only remembers one thing for certain about the fire that destroyed his home: he lit the match. Though he knows it was an accident, the fire still killed his mother and set his father on the path to his own death. Yet, Theo still can’t quite remember the specifics of that night. At first, he doesn’t care because his life is only looking up, but when a school project brings up new memories, he begins to question what he really knows. After being on a straight YA fantasy diet for the past few months, this twisty psychological contemporary completely blew me away. For one thing, the use of diving terminology was frequent throughout the book. Yet despite me knowing absolutely nothing about diving, I was completely surprised at how interested I was in it. And not only was the use of diving terminology educational, it also worked SUPER WELL with the story. I never even imagined that I would enjoy reading about sports so much! As a thriller, one of the main parts of making it a great story is how, despite foreshadowing, you can’t see the twist. And boy did this book deliver that. Paired with the author’s enchanting writing style that pulls readers in with ease, Theo’s story hypnotizes readers with hints of twists and devious foreshadowing. The author also includes bits of the past which enhances the story as it adds to Theo’s confusion about what really happened that night with the fire. One of my favorite parts of this book were the characters. When I began reading it, I figured that Theo would just be another teenage boy who’s moody and only thinks about getting girls. And when I read about his friend Chip, I also believed that he would be the typical quirky best friend. I have never been more wrong about a character assessment in my life! The author did an amazing job creating all the characters into their own people and doing it with such finesse that they seemed real. Even characters that only appeared a few times were filled with enough detail to make them seem important. Readers would enjoy this aspect so much because by creating fleshed out characters like Theo, Chip, Iris, Uncle Phil, and so many others, it is harder to figure out exactly who (or what) might be involved in the plot twist. This book is by far one that has surpassed my expectations. If you love twisty small town mysteries that take you to the trenches of high school (but in a good way), you will love Dive Smack! Fans of Riverdale will also enjoy this book for its twist which readers will never see coming.
Gorelenore 9 months ago
DiveSmack was completely not what I expected and in such wonderful ways. This thriller is about a boy who has lost his parents and is trying to get through his teenage life. He is a star on the diving team and the book centers around his love for diving, but also his struggles reflecting on his deceased parents. Theo is a spectacular main character, the author put so much work into making him real that the reader is invested in his journey every step of the way. He has likes and dislikes and read struggle and emotions throughout the whole book. It set the stage for the crazy, exhilarating ride that came out of the plot. This book had me all over the place - I had no idea where it was going to lead and that is ac accomplishment on the authors part. There is a lot of focus on Theo's life in the beginning, we learn about him and his family and the accidents, and his diving life and this gently pushes us into more serious stuff. Theo feels like he is starting to lose his mind slowly as memories come back to him from his PTSD over the accident his mother died in and he is trying to seek help, although it is not going as planned. Overall this book was very well written and the way the story built itself up was a lot of fun to read. It kept my attention the whole way through and that ending?! Oh my gosh it was SO epic and good, it is not what I expected and the build up was perfect. If you are looking for a Young Adult psychological thriller this is a great one!