A tween social media queen is forced to give up her phone and learn that there’s more to life than likes in this M!X novel from the author of The Hot List.
Karma Cooper is a seventh grader with thousands of followers on SnappyPic. Before Karma became a social media celebrity, she wasn’t part of the in-crowd at Merton Middle School. But thanks to one serendipitous photo, Karma has become a very popular poster on SnappyPic. Besides keeping up with all of her followers, like most kids at MMS, her smartphone—a bejeweled pink number Karma nicknamed Floyd—is like a body part she could never live without.
But after breaking some basic phone rules, Karma’s cruel, cruel parents take Floyd away, and for Karma, her world comes to a screeching halt. Can Karma—who can text, post photos, play soccer, and chew gum all at the same time—learn to go cold turkey and live her life fully unplugged?
About the Author
Hillary Homzie has written several books for tweens, including Things Are Going to Get Ugly, The Hot List, and Queen of Likes for Aladdin M!X. She lives in Napa, California with her family.
Read an Excerpt
Queen of Likes
I stare at my phone, waiting.
One second, 3 LIKES.
Five seconds, 9 LIKES.
Ten seconds, 12 LIKES. All for a photo of the sunrise I posted on Snappypic. On my screen, the sun glows like a pale egg as it rises over the mountains.
Actually, I don’t love my outdoorsy shots. They’re a little boring, but it’s the kind of thing my followers think is cool.
So I’m okay with the setting sun if it gets me lots of LIKES.
Right now I’m hiding in the bathroom stall at my temple. And the place is packed because it’s Milton P. Daniels’s bar mitzvah. The bathroom is the only spot where I can have some privacy. Over in the pews, there are probably three hundred people.
Fifteen seconds, 15 LIKES! A smile tugs all the way to my ears. I want to dance.
I glance back at the phone. It’s been two minutes, and I’m up to 45 LIKES. Yes! This calls for a celebration with Floyd. (That’s my phone’s name.)
I peer back down at my phone. But . . . wait. I’m holding steady at forty-five. Where are all my LIKES? I refresh the page. And . . .
I shake my phone as if that might help.
This doesn’t make sense. I used the filter that everyone else on Snappypic is really into. It makes everything seem dreamy. But with only 45 LIKES, the sun is losing its brilliance and looks lonely and unloved.
Maybe I need to turn it off and on?
I turn off my phone and restart it. I text Ella Fuentes: Did you see my photo? I add a smiling emoji.
I know Ella’s up. It’s late morning. She’s my best friend. Maybe she’s reading or drawing, but she’s definitely up.
If she wasn’t doing something else, I’m sure she’d LIKE my photo. I try a couple other girls I know. Nothing. It’s late Saturday morning and all my followers have to be up by now.
As of 11:07 a.m. today, I have 12,032 followers on Snappypic. My followers are pretty much all the kids at Merton Middle School and a bunch of other middle schools around Portland. But I have two middle schools in Mission Viejo. That’s all the way down in Southern California. I didn’t know where it was until I checked it out in Google Maps. Usually between four hundred and nine hundred followers give me a thumbs-up on anything I post. So yeah, I get more LIKES than anyone I know at school.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself that this is happening to me. Last year in sixth grade, I didn’t even have an account. People pretty much ignored me. Back then, I was too awkward. Too tall. Too loud. And generally uncool.
Taking a deep breath, I swipe through Snappypic and start LIKING everything my followers have posted. This is a way to get LIKES coming back.
You’ve got to give to get.
My thumbs rifle through close-up selfies, the self-portrait shots that are so close-up you can almost see nose hair, and photos of ugly jeggings and food shots, including one of mini chocolate cupcakes with buttercream icing.
I LIKE it all, even though most of it looks like a thousand other shots.
More LIKES roll in for my sunrise photo.
Phew, the numbers are going up. A happy, bubbly feeling percolates inside me.
Time flies by as I continue LIKING more photos.
Heels clack into the bathroom. A nearby stall door clicks shut.
My phone pings. I glance down and see that Bailey Jenners has LIKED my sunrise photo. And she has messaged me!
Bailey Jenners, Queen Bee of the seventh grade.
Bailey has written: There’s something I want to ask you. It’s superimportant. My heart thuds in my chest as I picture Bailey, head down, birdlike and small, typing.
I want to cry with joy. Bailey LIKES my photo and has messaged me! I know it’s silly. But now, even with all my followers, sometimes I’m still surprised that people like me. Especially in real life.
I type: What? oh-so-casually, like my heart isn’t a bass drum. What could she want? Bailey, who is the center of everything in seventh grade, has never messaged me before, although she has LIKED plenty of my photos. Well, everyone at Merton Middle School pretty much has by now.
My phone pings again. That’s got to be Bailey responding, letting me know what she needs to tell me.
Someone bangs open the restroom door. A familiar jasmine-y scene wafts into my stall. “Karma? Are you in here? You’ve been in here for thirty minutes!” That’s my mother’s voice. She sounds out of breath. And she sounds very, very annoyed. “Karma, you missed it!” she yells.
Oh no! Missed what?
I stuff my phone back into my purse and slowly step out of the stall.
“Right before the service ended, they called your name. To go up to the front.” Mom folds her hands in front of her dress. The sequins glimmer under the light. Then she wildly points to the door, like maybe I’ve forgotten how to get out of a bathroom.
UGGGH! I did totally forget about the thing. All the boys and girls who are having upcoming bar and bat mitzvahs were being called to help Milton P. lead a song. I blew it big-time. A bar mitzvah is a mega celebration for Jewish kids when they turn thirteen. It’s almost like a wedding. But not. It’s the day you officially become an adult. You do this by learning how to read Hebrew and getting up in front of everyone at temple. You have to write a speech and do a community service project. Afterward, there’s a big party. I know all about it since my big day is coming up soon.
Mom glares at me, her lips pursed, her hands on her hips. “What were you doing in the bathroom for so long?”
My stomach twists into a knot. A lot of kids went up and I didn’t think they’d be calling us by name. Argh.
I step to the sink and wash my hands, trying for a normal bathroom-y activity. “Sorry. I don’t feel that great.” I dry my hands on a towel.
Mom lets out a long sigh. “Honey, you should have told me.” She puts her palm on my forehead to check for a temperature.
The door to another stall flings open. Neda Grubner, temple president, clicks toward the sink in her high heels. She pouts her bright orange-y trout lips. “I see you’re finally off your phone.”
“Off the phone?” Mom looks at me with her very disappointed face. Her lips sag down, her forehead furrows.
Neda squirts an extra dollop of lotion onto her hands. Then she pats down her shellacked gray hair. “Oh, I heard the pings, all right.”
How can she be such a tattletale? And how does she know about what the pings mean?!
Mom motions me toward her. “Karma, were you on your phone?”
“Just for a second,” I mumble.
Mom motions me toward her. “Let me see it.”
What? No! She can’t. I think now I’m actually going to be sick.
“Karma. Now!” Mom’s eyes look determined. Uh-oh. That look means business.
Moving as slowly as possibly, I pull my phone out of my purse.
I don’t think I like what’s about to happen.
3,456 people I’m following
99 LIKES on my posting known as "Sunrise Photo"
Mood: Very extra worried
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Karma Cooper loves getting Likes on the photo-sharing app, Snappypic, and she goes online any opportunity she can get. She know everything about her 12 thousand followers and tricks to get more Likes. She's so attached to her phone, that she's even given it (him) a name, Floyd. But disaster strikes when her mother takes Floyd away and cancels her Snappypic account as punishment for using it in during Milton P. Daniels' bar mitzvah. What follows is an account of Karma's days without Floyd and the Likes that she has come to depend upon for her self-esteem. Even without her phone, Karma still thinks in terms of what she would text, what she would photograph, and how she would caption her photos. Nevertheless, she eventually finds out the real meaning of "Like" and discovers the pleasure of taking photos for herself and not others. "I focus on what's important, what's right in front of me," she says. Even the cute "My stats" and "Mood" sections at the end of every chapter slowly become less about Karma's followers and more about real life. The characters behave like real people - moody, but not one-dimensional mean girls. While Karma is always expecting the worst from everyone, the way they act usually turns out to be a pleasant surprise. This is a story about a girl who needs to stop worrying about who likes her and start liking herself. It's a lesson from which everybody can benefit. A great read for ages 9 and up, especially girls. I received this book in return for an honest review. Full blog post (26 April): https://booksdirectonline.blogspot.com/2016/04/queen-of-likes-by-hillary-homzie.html
An authentic, must-read for all ages, Hillary Homzie delivers on a very real problem, social media. The main character, Karma, is confident without sassiness, her view on the world has a tinge of humour, and she's refreshingly honest with herself, for example, "I feel a little plain, a little dumb, but I try not to think about it." Karma's parents are both fair and firm, as are her teachers when it comes to rules, a valuable reminder we should all be on the same page when it comes to societal values. And throughout the story, Karma tries her best to be a good person and friend, even if at times, it backfires. Queen of Likes reminded me of the period in our lives when consequences of our actions felt so complicated and unfair, and yet when we understood them; oddly, they all made sense. Thank you, Hillary.
Hillary Homzie's tween books consistently deliver a hilarious voice as well as the bittersweet realizations of young adults. Queen of Likes is a cautionary tale for kids - boys and girls - who get caught up in their online lives to the detriment of their real relationships. With warm, likable family members and realistic tween school settings, it's a great read for middle school kids.