by Gordon Korman


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Pop by Gordon Korman

When Marcus moves to a new town in the dead of summer, he doesn't know a soul. While practicing football for impending tryouts, he strikes up an unlikely friendship with an older man. Charlie is a charismatic prankster—and the best football player Marcus has ever seen. He can't believe his good luck when he finds out that Charlie is actually Charlie Popovich, or "the King of Pop," as he had been nicknamed during his career as an NFL linebacker. But that's not all. There is a secret about Charlie that his family is desperate to hide.

When Marcus begins school, he meets the starting quarterback on the team: Troy Popovich. Right from the beginning, Marcus and Troy disagree—about football, about Troy's ex-girlfriend, Alyssa, but most of all about what's good for Charlie. Marcus is betting that he knows what's best for the King of Pop. And he is willing to risk everything to help his friend.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061742613
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 01/18/2011
Pages: 260
Sales rank: 110,952
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Gordon Korman wrote his first book at age fourteen and since then has written more than eighty-five middle grade and teen novels. Favorites include the New York Times bestselling Ungifted, Supergifted, Pop, and Schooled. Gordon is also the author of Masterminds and Masterminds: Criminal Destiny. He lives with his family on Long Island, New York. You can visit him online at www.gordonkorman.com.

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Chapter One

Marcus Jordan killed the motor on his Vespa and surveyed the flowering shrubs and tall maples surround-ing him. Nice. Picturesque, even.

More like The Twilight Zone.

For starters, the name...Three Alarm Park, after some chili cook-off that used to be held there in the sixties or something.

Marcus jumped down, pulling the gym bag off his shoulders. From it, he produced the items that would turn Three Alarm Park into a practice facility...a regulation football, a length of rope, and a round, plastic picture frame with the glass knocked out.

He looked around, noting that the only other living creature was a squirrel. This was the fourth straight day he'd trained here, and he'd yet to exchange a word of conversation with anybody but himself. Dead summer...great time to move to a new state. Thanks, Mom.

He tossed the rope over a high branch and strung up the picture-frame hoop. Then he started the target swinging gently and retreated about ten yards.


Just like he'd done a million times before, he took three steps back and let fly.

The ball sizzled, a perfect spiral, missing the hoop by at least four feet.

Marcus snorted. Lonely and lousy. A one-two punch. With the added insult of having to chase down your own pass so you could mess it up all over again.

He worked his way up to four for ten, then eleven for twenty, and then he broke out the water bottle to give himself a party. Here in the middle of the open field, the only protection from the August sun was a large granite modern art statue titled Remembrance, which looked like a titanic paper airplane had fallen from the sky and buriedits nose in the grass at a forty-five-degree angle. A river of perspiration streamed down the middle of Marcus's back. So he did what any self-respecting football player would do. He cranked it up a notch. Football was the only sport where adverse weather conditions made you go harder instead of quitting. He'd still be out here if it were only ten degrees and he were slogging through knee-deep snow and blizzard conditions.

Intermission...a dozen laps around the field, to really feel the pain. Then he was throwing again, from different angles and farther away. His completion percentage went down, but his determination never wavered. There was something about launching a football thirty-five or forty yards and having it go exactly where you aimed it. To a quarterback, it was as basic as breathing.

Sucking in a lungful of moist, heavy air, Marcus pumped once and unleashed the longest pass of the day, a loose spiral that nevertheless seemed to have a lot of power behind it. It sailed high over the apex of the Paper Airplane before beginning its downward trajectory toward the hoop.

For the first time in four days, Marcus spied another human being in the park. The figure was just a blur across his field of vision. It leaped into the air, picked off the pass, and kept on going.

The receiver made a wide U-turn and, grinning triumphantly, jogged up to Marcus.Marcus smiled too. "Nice catch, bro..."

He was looking at a middle-aged man, probably around fifty years old. He was tall and built redwood solid. But the guy ran like a gazelle and had caught the ball with sure hands, tucking it in tight as he ran. He had definitely played this game before.

"Sorry," Marcus added, embarrassed.

"For what?" The man flipped him the ball. "Making you look bad?"

"I just thought...never mind. My name's Marcus. Marcus Jordan."

With lightning hands, the man knocked the ball loose, scooped it up on the bounce, and bellowed, "Go deep!"

Starved for company, Marcus did not have to be asked twice. He took off downfield, glancing over his shoulder.


"I'm running out of park!" Marcus shouted, but kept on going, his breath growing short. Another backward glance. The ball was on its way. Marcus broke into a full sprint. The old guy had an arm like a cannon!

He took to the air in a desperation dive. For an instant, the ball was right there on his fingertips. He had it. . . .

The ground swung up quickly and slammed him, and the pass bounced away. He lay there for a moment, hyperventilating and spitting out turf. The next thing he saw was the fifty-something-year-old, beaming and pulling him back to his feet.

"Way to miss everything."

"You overthrew me a little," Marcus said, defending himself.

The man plucked the ball off the grass. "You couldn't catch a cold, Mac."

"It's Marcus," he amended. "And you are . . . ?"

The old guy scowled. "Your worst nightmare if you don't quit pulling my chain."

Marcus flushed. "What should I call you?"

"Try Charlie, stupid. Heads!" He punted the ball straight up in the air.

The kick was very high, silhouetted against the cobalt blue sky, tiny and soaring.

Marcus was instantly on board, shuffling first one way and then the other as he tried to predict where it would come down. For some reason, it was very important to make this catch, especially since he'd screwed up the other one. It was his natural competitiveness, but there was something more. This Charlie character might be weird, but his enthusiasm had sucked Marcus in.

The ball plunged down, and Marcus gathered it into his arms.

Something hit him. The impact was so jarring, so unexpected, that there was barely time to register what was happening. It was Charlie...he'd rammed a rock-hard shoulder into Marcus's sternum and dropped him where he stood. The ball squirted loose, but Marcus wasn't even aware of it. He lay like a stone on the grass, ears roaring, trying to keep from throwing up his breakfast.

Gasping, he scrambled to his feet, squaring off against his companion. "What was that for?"

"I love the pop! Sometimes you actually hear it go pop!"

"That was the sound of my head coming off," Marcus muttered.

Pop. Copyright © by Gordon Korman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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“Funny, poignant and full of football action, POP hits you hard and doesn’t let up.”

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HeinrichJa More than 1 year ago
Marcus Jordan is a young quarterback who has just moved to Kennesaw, Ohio, a small town in which the local varsity football team went undefeated the previous year. Needless to say, his presence was not celebrated. The David Nathan Aldrich Raiders had a very solid group the year before and only four seniors left due to graduation. On arrival, he was heckled by the quarterback and after all of that chaos, he barely was able to try out for the team. He played well but the quarterback led a mutiny against him so all the receivers dropped his passes. One of the only negatives to Marcus was his toughness, but all that changed after he met Charlie Popovich. The retired NFL linebacker and Marcus played together for hours on end and Marcus developed into a contact-hungry animal. After making varsity, moving to offense, and learning of Charlie's terrible condition, Marcus is faced with a very tough decision. Will he play in the pivotal football game, or help Charlie in a crucial time of need? I enjoyed the unpredictable and twisting plot. You can never guess how the football games would come out or what Charlie was going to do next. The ending was also very climatic, and sad. The humor and shenanigans the characters pulled also spiced up the story. I recommend this book to any realistic fiction readers, sports readers, and people who are friends with someone who is mentally ill. The book has enough friendship, sports, and bravery for anyone to appreciate.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is the way to explain a new comer on an allstar football team that takes you on a great adventure that will leave you wanting more. it teaches about a teenager and how he meets the king of pop. then on he was taught how to tackle. now hes going for the champion ship in state.
Newberg_A More than 1 year ago
Pop is about this boy named marcus. he is new to the town and doesnt know anyone. Marcus loves to play football. loves. and was the starting QB for the JV team last year at his old high school.The first few days in the town are quiet, then finally he finds this older man in a park called, three alarm park. This man doesn't care to talk with marcus, for instance, he calls him "Mac". This man named, Charlie, also seems to have a passion for the game of football. He agrees to meet marcus at the park everyday after his school football practice to play with him. The last years football team went 11 and 0 and even won a championship and expected to do it again this year. So when marcus came to the tryouts, the team was surprised. The captain of the team, and the biggest jerk of the team, was the Quarterback. Troy Popovich. But back to the unknown charlie character. Marcus did some reasearch and found out that charlie was Troy's Dad! He was a former NFL Player also, and troy and his sister charlie did not want anyone talking to him. Charlie and marcus are together a lot! which really makes troy mad. Eventually Marcus finds out Charlie has a mental disabillity. Then, Marcus is faced with a serious decision, will he play football and possibly go to a championship game, or help Charlie in a time of need.? I thought this was a super great book, and i don't think you need to be a football fan to read it. it may help and some parts may make more sense. but you dont have to. its a quick read and awesome!
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(The first book is on Warriors: Into the Wild. The second book is on the Maze runner... i am also a little confused on what my name is... more later)
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Panted and her face was clouded with pain.
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He growled at thetom and said "sorry buddy. She has a mate now." And licked fernstars cheek lightly
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She padded in.
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The big tom pads in. Hello. Im wondering if i may join and maybe be deputy?
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Pads in
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I cant rp at the clan anymore. You can still find me at Beachclan and Bloodclan.
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Walks in carrying high tech gun."get a load of this" kills every pne nthe room and downs ten beers
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Cleaned the counter
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