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The Misfits

The Misfits

3.9 77
by James Howe, Bagram Ibatoulline (Illustrator)

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Sticks and stones
may break our bones,
but names
will break our spirit.


Sticks and stones
may break our bones,
but names
will break our spirit.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
PW called this story of four best friends, the target of cruel name-calling who decide they aren't going to take it anymore, "an upbeat, reassuring novel that encourages preteens and teens to celebrate their individuality." Ages 10-14. (May) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
To quote the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, September 2001: Howe, the popular author of Bunnicula and over 70 other books for young readers, tackles coming-of-age issues in this humorous, upbeat story of four 7th-grade friends, misfits whose courageously expressed convictions shake up their small town school. "Kids who get called the worst names oftentimes find each other," the narrator, Bobby, points out. He's all too used to being called "fatso," while his old friend Addie is labeled "beanpole" and "know-it-all." Skeezie's style of dress gets him called "greaser" and "hooligan"; effeminate Joe is tagged "faggot." Idealistic Addie starts the ball of change rolling by refusing to recite the Pledge of Allegiance in class, objecting to the evident lack in society of "liberty and justice for all." She plans to launch a new political party, the Freedom Party, to compete in the upcoming school election, but it's quiet Bobby who surprises even himself by coming up with the idea for the No-Name Party, "to put an end to name calling." Meanwhile, Bobby is coming to understand more about the sad tie salesman he works with at a local department store, and about his withdrawn, widowed father, while he struggles with a crush on a girl in his art class. Some of the other friends have crushes on other classmates; Joe comes out of the closet (and everyone easily accepts this). Bobby delivers an eloquent speech at the elections that helps everyone understand that names can hurt, and that people are more than the names they are called. His group doesn't win the election, but his speech makes an impact and they get a commitment from the administration to address name-calling. This story is moreidealistic than realistic, perhaps, but it's well written, entertaining, and even inspiring: you come away thinking how wonderful it would be if middle school problems really could be resolved like this. Much of the story is told in dialogue—more accurately, minutes of the friends' "Forums"—and their interchanges are funny and believable. A great read for 6th and 7th graders. KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 2001, Simon & Schuster, Aladdin, 274p.,
— Paula Rohrlick
Children's Literature
James Howe's book finds humor in a difficult subject. The subject is bullying and the comedy comes from its narrator, Bobby. Bobby is one of the Gang of Five. The Gang of Five is made of four members¾the number five is just to keep people guessing. All four have been teased since early grade school; Bobby is fat, Addie is tall and smart, Skeezie is a troublemaker and Joe Bunch is effeminate early on and comes out by the book's end. Bobby describes how all five learn to stand up for themselves in middle school when they form a third party during elections. Their party, the No-Name party, protests unfairness in general, name calling more specifically. The idea begins when their nemesis teacher, Mrs. Wyman gives Addie the "evil occulus" as Addie protests the Pledge. She stands there, Bobby tells us, as "silent as dandruff and every bit as annoying while Mrs. Wyman is doing everything she can to keep from hurling herself across the room...and tearing Addie's liver out with her bare teeth." Humor is how Bobby has weathered his mother's death, his father's drinking, a difficult boss, and years of teasing. Bobby sees the world with good nature and lack of judgment, and the way he sees helps us find humor while he expresses more serious truths. Bobby shocks himself when he invents the No-Name campaign slogan: "Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will break our spirit." This is a book of self-discovery with a voice so engaging it makes a great read aloud. 2001, Atheneum, $16.00. Ages 10 up. Reviewer: Susie Wilde
Bobby Goodspeed, silent and overweight;Skeezie Tookis, sloppy and weird;Addie Carle, liberal and outspoken;and Joe Bunch, eccentric and flamboyant, make up the Gang of Five in Paintbrush Falls Middle School. "Kids who get called the worst names oftentimes find each other. That's how it was with us... the Gang of Five, but there are only four of us. We do it to keep people on their toes. Make 'em wonder. Or maybe we do it because we figure that there's one more kid out there who's going to need a gang to be a part of. A misfit like us." During the seventh grade elections, Addie decides that a new political party needs to confront the established Republicans and Democrats. The Gang of Five starts the NO-NAME PARTY. Their platform is "End name-calling once and for all!" They make a list of seventy names that they have been called, write each word on paper inside a red circle with a line cutting through, and secretly post these all over the school. The school buzzes;even the principal cannot ignore the name calling any more because, as Bobby says, "Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will break our spirit." Howe allows the reader to become a fly-on-the-wall spy while these four very real kids chatter away about everyday happenings that should not be normal in this timely, sensitive, laugh-out-loud must-read for all middle school students and teachers. This book is needed. VOYA CODES:5Q 4P M J (Hard to imagine it being any better written;Broad general YA appeal;Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8;Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2001, Atheneum/S & S, 288p, $16. Ages 11 to 15. Reviewer:C. J. Bott—VOYA, December 2001 (Vol. 24, No. 5)
School Library Journal
Gr 4-8-A high spirited cast brings James Howe's energetic, sometimes hilarious book (Atheneum, 2001) about junior high school politics and nasty name calling to life. Young actor Spencer Murphy does an excellent job playing narrator Bobby Goodspeed, an overweight seventh grader who belongs to the Gang of Five, which (ironically) is made up of four not five kids who consider themselves misfits. The other "gang" members are the precocious and extremely tall Addie (played with effective Lisa Simpsonesque moral outrage by Maggie Lane), the Elvis look-alike Skeezie (the funny Andrew Pollack), and the effeminate Joe (a sensitive performance by Ryan Carlesco). The student council elections are coming up, and these students decide to run on the "No-Name Party," which promises to bring an end to all name calling in the school. The scene with the characters listing the various hateful names they have been called (everything from "fat boy" to "fairy" to "greaser" to "loser") is truly chilling. Thanks to Daniel Bostick's inventive direction of the actors, the presentation soars and entertains. There are many clever touches: an echo effect is used when Bobby has interior thoughts, and there are neat sound effects when characters speak on television or over PA systems. A clever music score, which mixes rockabilly with muzak, adds to the story's humor and energy. The entire cast, especially the aforementioned young actors as well as Bill Molesky as Bobby's world weary boss, does a fine job. An interesting interview with James Howe completes this first rate presentation.-Brian E. Wilson, Evanston Public Library, IL Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The Gang of Five wants, basically, to get through seventh grade in Paintbrush Falls, New York. The four of them (there are only four, actually) have been friends forever: Bobby's fat; Addie's too tall and too smart; Skeezie has personal hygiene issues; and Joe has known he was gay almost since he was born. It's Bobby's sweet, sharp voice that narrates-how Addie's refusal to say the Pledge of Allegiance in class leads to their all running for school office, how each of them develops their first crush, and how both play out in utterly recognizable 12-year-old ways. Howe (Color of Absence, p. 941, etc.) lets his kids discover how the names we call each other shape our vision of ourselves, and the Gang's attempt to bring about a no-name-calling day (no Dweeb, Fluff, Twinkie, or Nerdette) rings true and real. Straight narrative alternates with transcripts of the Gang's meetings at the local ice cream parlor down to every last word, thanks to Addie's determined style. Bobby may be preternaturally articulate, but he is also winsome and funny about some very painful issues: the loss of a parent; the weirdness of adults, even nice ones; the pressure of hormones; and the importance of friendship. Readers of every stripe will find themselves here and laugh (or cringe) as they catch on. (Fiction. 10+)
From the Publisher
* “A fast, funny, tender story that will touch readers.”—School Library Journal, starred review

“A knockout, one of the best of the year.”—San Francisco Chronicle

“A timely, sensitive, laugh-out-loud must-read.”—Voices of America

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Chapter 2

Skeezie Tookis is not the only one who gets names slapped on him just on account of how he looks. Names come Addie's way, too, only in her case it is because of her being so tall, in addition to the factor of her intelligence, both of which fall on the plus side of the ledger if you happen to be a boy and are major liabilities if you were born into the world a girl. At least, that is my impression of how it goes in the dreaded middle-school years. I will not speak for high school, having neither firsthand experience nor an older sibling to shed wisdom on the subject.

As for Joe, well, he's been called more names than the world's most stinking umpire. He even gives himself names, although they are not bad ones and would appear to arise out of a creative urge that runs deep in him. Joe is the most creative person I know — too creative for some people, and maybe that is part of the problem. The other part of the problem is that he acts more like a girl than a boy much of the time, and this makes people nervous. Especially other boys. Joe figures he is who he is and what's the big deal, and I figure he is right about that.

Me, I've been called, amongst other things, Pork Chop, Roly-Poly, Dough Boy, and Fluff. I hated that last one most of all. It was the name of choice back in third grade when I ate peanut butter and Marshmallow Fluff sandwiches every day for lunch. Everybody called me Fluff that year. Or almost everybody. Not my best friends. And not the teachers. They called me Bobby or Robert, and they were all very nice to me that year, as if I had special needs. Which I guess I would have to say I did. But the way I figure it is, Who doesn't have special needs?

Anyway, most of the kids called me Fluff, and I kept thinking, This is so stupid, because there's a lot more to me than half of what I put in a sandwich. Though I expect the name had more to do with the obvious results of eating nonstop Marshmallow Fluff than the fact of doing it. But still, I wonder if maybe everybody gets names hung on them for only a little part of who they are.

Kids who get called the worst names oftentimes find each other. That's how it was with us. Skeezie Tookis and Addie Carle and Joe Bunch and me. We call ourselves the Gang of Five, but there are only four of us. We do it to keep people on their toes. Make 'em wonder. Or maybe we do it because we figure that there's one more kid out there who's going to need a gang to be a part of. A misfit, like us.

Sometimes I am sitting with Addie and Joe and Skeezie at lunch — at our table way off to the side and down at the end of the cafeteria, out of harm's way — and I get to thinking in a philosophical manner and what I'm thinking is this: Maybe it's the whole rest of the seventh grade at Paintbrush Falls Middle School who's misfits. Maybe when they grow up and go out into the big, wide world, they will see that Paintbrush Falls was the only place they could ever feel at home, because the rest of the world is made up of people more like me and the rest of the Gang of Five and Daryl Williams, who stutters and you can see in his eyes how much it hurts just to try and say hello, or that girl who moved here last year and you can hardly tell she's breathing she's so afraid of being noticed, but then she keeps drawing these amazing pictures that Mr. Minelli says are "touched by genius." In other words: people who are misfits because they're just who they are instead of "fits," who are like everybody else.

Anyway, I do not want you thinking that I or Addie or Joe or Skeezie feel sorry for ourselves. We do not. Other people may call us names or think we're weird or whatever, but that does not mean we believe them. We may be misfits, but we're okay. Leastwise, in our own eyes we are, and that's all that really matters.

Addie is the one who got us all together. Of course, Addie and I were actually "together" since before either of us can remember because our moms were best friends when we were born, so we became best friends, too. Then Joe moved in next door to Addie when we were four. As for Skeezie, well, I didn't think he'd have any friends, the way he was. In kindergarten, he got labeled a troublemaker right off the bat and everybody just kind of knew to steer clear of him; at least, you did if you didn't want a chunk of your hair cut off when you weren't looking or a gob of paste shoved down your underpants.

It was Addie who decided in the second grade that what Skeezie needed was a friend. She sent him a secret Valentine. It said, "I think you are nice even if you act like a moron." Skeezie did not know what "moron" meant. He thought it was a compliment. So he announced in front of the whole class, "If whoever wrote this Valentine tells me who they are, I will give them a dollar."

Before Miss Haskell could shush the class and tell Skeezie he would do no such thing, Addie had her hand in the air and said, "I wrote it." Of course, so did every other kid in the class because we all wanted the dollar. But Addie proved she was telling the truth by providing a sample of her handwriting and Miss Haskell believed her and Skeezie believed her and — here's the part nobody could believe — he did not cut off any of her hair or paste any of her clothing to any of her body parts. He gave her the dollar, and they became friends.

From that day on, Skeezie stopped making trouble. Just like that. Cold turkey. And even though he still acts a little tough and dresses like a fugitive from West Side Story, he is at heart the kind of person your mother wants you to be friends with. And all on account of Addie.

Addie has always been like that. If she believes something, she does not keep it inside her head like private property with a NO TRESPASSING sign up; she puts it out there in the world and says, "Deal with it." She is not afraid of anything. Not even the names people call her.

On Monday of the second week of school, she strikes again, this time in Ms. Wyman's homeroom. Ms. Wyman is the seventh-grade math teacher. She is also a believer in the religion of Self-Esteem. Her room is plastered with these signs that say things like, TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE and IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, WHO WILL? She keeps fresh flowers on her desk and she likes to start each day with these deep yoga breaths so we'll all be "centered" and "at our best." She's so sweet sometimes you swear you can smell muffins baking. But here is the bad news about Ms. Wyman: If you cross her, watch out. That smiley face of hers'll fall off like a mask that's popped its elastic, and underneath is a dragon lady. And that Ms. Wyman, I swear, wouldn't blink at removing your liver with her bare hands and eating it with a spoon.

So it is particularly nervy of Addie to do what she does, it being in Ms. Wyman's homeroom and only the second week of school and all.

"We will now stand and say the Pledge of Allegiance."

Some sixth-grade voice I do not recognize is giving the morning announcements over the P.A. Ms. Wyman looks mildly annoyed to have her morning yoga breaths interrupted, but she smiles indulgently at the box on the wall and says, "Boys and girls, please rise."

We do.

"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of..."

It is then I notice that not all of us has risen.

One of us is sitting with her hands folded on her desk and a new look for a new day resting comfortably on her face.

"Addie Carle," Ms. Wyman says after the rest of us finish and sit down.

"Yes, Ms. Wyman?"

"Would you care to tell the class why you did not rise and say the Pledge of Allegiance with us this morning?"

"Yes, Ms. Wyman." Addie takes a deep breath. "I looked the word 'pledge' up in the dictionary and it said — "

"Furniture polish," Kevin Hennessey mutters. A bunch of boys around him laugh, Jimmy Lemon loudest of all.

Ms. Wyman furrows her brow. "Continue, Addie," she says.

"It said, well, it actually said lots of things because the word 'pledge' has multiple meanings, as many words do, but as best I could make out, the meaning that applied to the Pledge of Allegiance was this."

She lifts a piece of paper from her desk and reads, "'Pledge: A promise or agreement by which one binds himself to do or forbear something.'"

She clears her throat.

"Now, besides the fact that the dictionary is hopelessly sexist and it should have said 'himself or herself...'"

Somebody says, "Here goes Know-It-All."

Addie presses on. "Well, admittedly, what is pledged is allegiance — or loyalty — to one's country. But isn't there the implication of a promise of liberty and justice for all? And do we have liberty and justice for all in this country? I think not."

She casts her eye on DuShawn Carter, who conveniently is seated to her right and even more conveniently is African-American.

"Addie," Ms. Wyman says. "I think perhaps — "

"Did you happen to read this morning's New York Times?" Addie continues. I make a mental note to tell Addie later about my liver-eating theory in regards to Ms. Wyman and to suggest that it might be best not to interrupt her.

"Well, my parents subscribe to The New York Times," Addie says, to the accompaniment of groans, "and it's a good thing they do. Otherwise, I wouldn't know half of what's going on in the world. Have you seen what is happening in the unfair metropolis of New York? You cannot be a black man and walk down the streets of that city without the word 'guilty' stamped on your forehead. The police arrest you — or worse — just because of the color of your skin. I do not call that liberty and — "

"Miss Carle — "

"Ms. Wyman, I will not utter empty words, falsehoods, and lies." Addie walks to the front of the room and dramatically presents Ms. Wyman with a piece of paper on which she's neatly penned her dictionary definition of the word "pledge," along with a torn-out page of the newspaper.

Returning to her seat, she says, "I rest my case."

Sitting, she lets out a gigantic fart and turns bright red. Pretty much everybody cracks up. I am sticking the sharp point of my compass into my thumb to keep from laughing because, after all, Addie is one of my best friends.

"Kevin Hennessey!" Ms. Wyman exclaims. I'm sure she figures it is Kevin who put the whoopee cushion on Addie's chair, because statistically speaking — and statistics are Ms. Wyman's raison d'être (which is French for "reason to be," in case not knowing what something means in another language gets in the way of your following the action) — you'd have a pretty good bet that Kevin is guilty of just about anything that happens in school. Anything of a subversive or out-and-out nasty nature, that is. Once Skeezie retired as School Bad Boy, Kevin took over the job. But I have the feeling it isn't Kevin this time. No, I have the feeling it is Addie's Living, Breathing Symbol of Social Injustice who has placed the whoopee cushion on her chair. I mean, DuShawn Carter is laughing so hard he is pretty near busting a gut.

Copyright © 2001 by James Howe

Chapter 3

Every Friday after school since the beginning of sixth grade, Addie, Joe, Skeezie, and I have gathered at the Candy Kitchen, last booth on the right — the one with the aforementioned torn red leatherette seats — to discuss important issues and eat ice cream. We call this the Forum. Due to the change in my employment status, we canned holding the Forum on a specific day of the week and decided we'd have it whenever we felt like it. The Friday Forum became the Floating Forum.

The minutes of the First Floating Forum of the Seventh-Grade Year are as follows:

Addie: Today's topic for discussion is "Liberty and Justice for All."

Skeezie: Do you have to write down every single word?

Addie: Talk more slowly, please.

Skeezie: Geesh.

Addie: Well, I guess we all know what happened in Ms. Wyman's homeroom class this morning.

Joe: You told us at lunch.

Skeezie: It is all you talked about at lunch.

Joe: Wait a minute, did you write my name down as Joe?

Addie: That is your name, the last I heard.

Joe: Not anymore. Now it's Scorpio.

Skeezie: Scorpio?!

Joe: You should talk, with a name like Skeezie.

Bobby: What happened to Jodan?

Joe: Oh, that putting-my-first-and-middle-names-together thing? That is sooo last week. I like Scorpio. It has, oh, I don't know, energy.

Skeezie: How about Plunger?

Joe: Plunger?

Skeezie: Yeah, like in toilet plunger. You get one of those things working, man, talk about energy.

Joe: Wait a minute, I think I hear someone laughing. Oops, my mistake, that was someone gagging in the next booth.

Skeezie: Ha.

Addie: Excuse me, could we get back to the topic?

Joe: Could you write my name as Scorpio?

Addie: Okay, fine.

Scorpio: Thank you.

Addie: You're welcome. Now, what I want to know is if you guys think there is liberty and justice for all in this country.

Scorpio: No way.

Bobby: Well, I think what the Pledge of Allegiance is about is idealism. You know, like, what we aim for.

Addie: But that's not what is says. It says promise.

Bobby: Where? It doesn't say that word.

Addie: Well, pledge, promise, same thing. The point is —

Scorpio: The point is there's no way there is freedom and justice for everybody in this country. It's, well, I don't mean it's like a total, you know, a totalism kind of thing, whatever it's called.

Addie: Totalitarianism.

Scorpio: Yeah, that. I mean, it's not like we've got some dictator guy telling everybody they have to, I don't know, like, wear polyester all the time or something grotesque like that.

Skeezie: Oh, yeah, there's a fate worse than death. Synthetics.

Addie: I think we're getting a little off the —

Bobby: It's cool that you're not saying the Pledge, Addie, I mean it's cool that you're standing up for your principles and all, but —

Addie: Thank you.

Bobby: But what difference does it make? I mean, just because you sit there and don't say the words with everybody else, that's not going to help some poor guy hundreds of miles downstate in New York City who gets beaten up just because he's black or poor or something.

Addie: I contend that it does make a difference.

Skeezie: Oo, she contends. Where's our food, if you don't mind my asking?

Addie: Yes, I contend that every act of conscience makes a difference.

Skeezie: But you're talking about New York City. We don't have the same kinds of problems here.

Scorpio: Hello. Are you kidding? Of course we do.

Addie: Just on a smaller scale. It's important to bring attention —

Bobby: My dad says it's better just to get along, not make waves. He says bringing attention can be a dangerous thing.

Addie: Of course it can! Just look at Abraham Lincoln or Martin Luther King or...or...

Scorpio: Madonna. Or RuPaul.

Addie: I don't think they're in quite the same league, Joe. I mean, Scorpio.

Scorpio: They bring attention! They're like, "In your face, world! Look at me! This is who I am and if you don't like it, stuff it! I'm as good as anybody else!"

Skeezie: Tell it!

Bobby: Whatever. The thing is, Ms. Wyman is not going to let you not say the Pledge, Addie, so what is the point?

Addie: Excuse me? I do not believe Ms. Wyman has the right to tell me what I can and cannot say. Have you never heard of the First Amendment?

Skeezie: Has that bozo who took our order never heard of first come, first served? Did you see that? He just gave them their food and they came in here after we did!

Bobby: Maybe they're friends of his.

Skeezie: There you are, Addie, a perfect example of how there's no liberty and justice for all. In a just world, I'd be slurping my Dr Pepper by now and instead I'm sitting here parched and deprived because Mr. HellomynameisAdam is giving preferential treatment to his friends. Justice, I say! Justice!

Addie: Skeezie, stop pounding on the table. You're making a scene.

Skeezie: Justice! Justice!

Bobby: I thought you wanted to bring attention, Addie.

Addie: There's bringing attention and then there's bringing attention. I mean, a little kid throwing a tantrum in public is bringing attention and that's closer to what Skeezie's doing right now than my standing up for —

Scorpio: I was just thinking. RuPaul. I really like the sound of that. I think I'm going to be Jodan again. Except I'll make the "D" capital, so you have to, like, emphasize the second syllable, you know? Jo-Dan.

Addie: What are you talking about?

Scorpio: No, no, don't write Scorpio, write...

Addie: Oh, I get it. Okay.

JoDan: Yeah, like that. That's cool.

Skeezie: I thought that was so last week.

JoDan: With a small "d." That was so last week.

Skeezie: Right, whatever.

Addie: So about liberty and justice for —

Skeezie: All right! Here's our food. See, a little protest'll work every time. You were right, Addie! It pays to act on your conscience. Hey, I learned something today. These Forums are way cool. Hey, hey, wait a minute.

HellomynameisAdam: What's wrong?

Skeezie: This Dr Pepper is flat, my man. You gotta get me another.

HellomynameisAdam: Look...

Skeezie: Justice! Justice!

HellomynameisAdam: All right, all right. Just cool your jets, will you?

Skeezie: Peace, brother.

We do not record the rest of the proceedings, since we never do get back on the topic. If I recall correctly, we spend the rest of our time at the Candy Kitchen that Monday talking about who are the meanest teachers in seventh grade and who are the best. Ms. Wyman scores points in both categories.

Copyright © 2001 by James Howe

Meet the Author

James Howe is the author of more than ninety books for young readers, including the modern classic Bunnicula and its highly popular sequels. In 2001, Howe published The Misfits, the story of four outcast seventh-graders who try to end name-calling in their school. The Misfits is now widely read and studied in middle schools throughout the country, and was the inspiration for the national movement known as No Name-Calling Week (NoNameCallingWeek.org), an event observed by thousands of middle and elementary schools annually. There are three companion novels to The Misfits: Totally Joe (2005), Addie on the Inside (2011), and Also Known as Elvis (2014). Howe’s many other books for children from preschool through teens frequently deal with the acceptance of difference and being true to oneself. Visit him online at JamesHowe.com.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
The first time I read this book, it was 3 years ago in the sixth grade. I saw it again at the library last week, and read it again, remebering I liked it. But The Misfits just seemed juvenille now. It seems like James Howe just guessed what middle school was like. I mean campaigning about name caliing? Come on. And what kind of 7th grader admits they are gay? Let alone TWO 7th graders, it just seems a little hopeful. What was with the 'I like you' notes? I also think he took racism a little far. An over dramatic book if you ask me. I did like how he summed up the characters lives on the last two pages, though. It gives you a sense of conclusion. Overall, the book had a good message and a good idea going, but it was executed poorly.
KHTH More than 1 year ago
We are reading this as part of a summer reading group. Thankfully, some of the members of our group have paperback copies. The NOOK version has many typos, and all of the Forum conversations are unreadable on the NOOK. This is very disappointing. If you plan to read this, buy the paperback version!
iluvvideo More than 1 year ago
"Sticks and stones may break our bones, but names will break our spirit." Is that a lesson for us all or what? The first book in the 'misfits' trilogy (so far) introduces us to the gang of five; friends who have come together for support and camaraderie. They are the teased, the bullied, outcasts at school, and worse, even in their own minds. Don't dare call these kids 'losers' however. They realize that each of them is OK - just the way they are. They decide to take action in the elections for Student Council. They meet opposition from many sides, including the school administrators. But instead of just quietly disappearing, they plan to achieve success in spite of the obstacles. Do they make it? Read the book and find out! James Howe, the author shows a keen ear for the voices of young people, in this case seventh grade. They ring true and make the story that much more believable. I recommend this book especially for middle school aged folks. It's a fun read and very empowering. I look forward to more books in this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I need to read this bookover the summer and write a letter to my princepal about it but i cant buy th book what should i do Please help Ps please say yes then i will start asking questions please can u help me answer them Thaanks very much i dont know hiw i can pay back to you
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its an okay book. I mean i can relate because im a misfit myself. Bein an emo in junior high is kinda sucky wif all these preps an jocks. But it was an okay book. (I AM NOT AN EMO WHO CUTS) Im just a depressin person who likes heavy metal and poetry and dark stuff. SO I can relate.
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My Independent reading book is called The Misfits. I started reading this book by accident. We needed a independent reading book for class and I left the one I wanted at home, so I went to my principle of my school and asked him for one of his many books in his office. I took it to my teacher and he approved the book. This book is a kind of funny book even though its not suppose to be. This book is a book about these group of kids in a middle school who call themselves the misfits. This group is not one of those popular groups in the school. The main character is Bobby, and he works in a convenience store. There is an election in the school for president and vice president in the school. One of Bobby's friends Addie is running for president. She is worried that she will not win because she is not popular herself in the school, so she gets some popular jock named Du'Sean on her campaign. This causes lots of problems for the misfits. The rest of the book talks about the election and all the pressure of it and name calling. To me the book is okay because again I thought it was kind of funny. Especially when this kid was on the phone with some girl and kept repeating the same stuff. I recommend this book for someone who is having trouble with society because in the book there are these two kids that admit they are gay and there was a campaign on it. In other words this book is good for emotional people.
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I love this book we read it in class and it gave me a whole new perspective on people and how they look my theory is if you dont judge a book by a cover dont judges a person that way and its true people all over are dealing with bullying help stop it
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The best book i have ever read and the characters make me laugh everytime they say some thing
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The book itself was great, but on my nook, I couldn't read the bits in the Forum. Bit of a bummer...
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Kathleen Mathis More than 1 year ago
I loved every page!!
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