by Chris Miles


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A boy who’s the last in his class to go through puberty tries to fake it till he makes it through a series of cringe-worthy and hilarious events in this balls-and-all coming-of-age novel that’s Judy Blume for boys!

Jack Sprigley isn’t just a late-bloomer. He’s a no-bloomer. He’s in the ninth grade, and puberty is still a total no-show.

Worse yet, he hasn’t heard from his friends all winter vacation. He assumes they’ve finally dumped him and his child-like body—except then he finds out that it’s much worse than that. His friends are now so far ahead of him that they’ve started dating and getting girlfriends. Jack is out of luck. But then he comes up with a plan to catch up and win his friends back. And his plan is perfect: he just has to fake puberty.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

By eighth grade, Jack Sprigley expected puberty to be in full swing. Instead, the 14-year-old is “stranded on Pubeless Island,” and his obsession with his absent hormones drives a wedge between him and his friends. Then, Jack is contacted by Bigwigs, a reality TV competition he previously appeared on that wants to film him for a reunion episode. As Jack attempts to fake the physiological changes that have been slow to arrive, his narrative overflows with body humor and boldly tackles teenage insecurities. However, Jack’s hasty evolution from a wannabe cocky kid to a compassionate, altruistic friend is not particularly believable; readers may struggle to get excited about a protagonist who kicks his grandmother out of her apartment so he can live there and who manipulates a popular older girl into being his fake girlfriend for the show. Though Jack’s father’s death is brought up, it’s never fully explored as a catalyst for Jack’s behavior. In the end, it’s not entirely clear what Australian author Miles wants this book to be: a funny book about puberty or a coming-of-age tale about a kid learning to accept who he is. Ages 11–14. (Feb.)

School Library Journal

Gr 6–8—An eighth grade boy is obsessed with his still-dormant puberty and a reality television show. Jack can't stand his childlike body, especially when it seems that everyone in his grade has already started to mature. He feels left behind and decides that the only way to keep up with his friends is to fake it. When the producers of Bigwigs, a reality television show that pits kids against one another as they spend a week doing various adult jobs, ask Jack to participate in a reunion show (he was on the show two years earlier), Jack seizes the opportunity. As one producer tells him, "This is reality TV, Jack. The last thing we want you to be is yourself." What follows is Jack's attempt to be the man he wishes he was. Readers ready to handle the many references to pubes and masturbation will find a warm coming-of-age story about a boy who learns that the best way to make and keep friends is to be true to himself. VERDICT Funny, heartfelt, and likely to appeal to reluctant readers, especially boys on the cusp of puberty.—Ragan O'Malley, Saint Ann's School, Brooklyn

Kirkus Reviews

Fourteen-year-old Jack Sprigley is different from the rest of his eighth-grade class in one very embarrassing way: he hasn't hit puberty. Convinced that being "stranded on Pubeless Island" will cost him his friends, Jack, who is white, concocts a plan to literally fake it until he makes it. This includes saying and doing whatever it takes to persuade his classmates of his manliness, including seizing an opportunity to regain his popularity by appearing on a television show and presenting a new and improved Jack to the world. It's a tangled web, and in the end, Jack doesn't even recognize himself. Real-life puberty is awkward enough, but it's nothing in comparison to Jack's cringeworthy attempts to convince everyone at school that he belongs. This novel is not for the squeamish. From telling friends that he spent two weeks of school break masturbating incessantly to actually considering wearing a "merkin" made with someone else's pubic hair, readers will need to have a high tolerance for embarrassing situations. The discomfort overshadows other elements, such as his father's death, which might have more to do with Jack's desire to be seen than just a lack of pubic hair. While this vicarious trip through puberty may be so extremely awkward readers' own journeys can't help but feel easy by comparison, it's pretty one-note. A story about losing yourself in the quest to belong that gets lost in its own telling. (Fiction. 10-12)

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781481479721
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
Publication date: 02/07/2017
Pages: 272
Product dimensions: 5.80(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 10 - 13 Years

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Jack Sprigley stared down his pajama bottoms on the first morning of spring semester and realized that his worst fears had come true.

Nothing had changed.

No last-minute dash to the finish line. No final charge across the battlefield to victory. No champagne-cork-popping moment that meant he’d joined the rest of eighth grade in all its hairy, pimply glory.

He snapped the pajama elastic back.

Time had run out. Another school year was nearly over.

And he was still stranded on Pubeless Island.

Jack sat at the kitchen table with a bigger-than-usual bowl of cornflakes. His mom, Adele, glanced up at him from her cup of tea.

“First day back,” she said.

“Yep,” said Jack.

His mom took a sip of her tea. “Must be looking forward to seeing everyone again?”

Jack shrugged. “Sure.”

Hallie breezed past and grabbed her breakfast smoothie from the fridge.

“It’s just that you did seem to spend most of the break shut away in your room,” said Jack’s mom, not quite making eye contact. “On your own,” she added.

“Gross,” said Hallie from the other side of the fridge door.

“I was busy,” said Jack.

“Gross,” said Hallie.

Jack could guess what his sister was thinking. A fourteen-year-old boy, alone in his room for days—there were natural conclusions to be drawn.

But that was the problem. Guessing was all he could do. Sure, everything Ms. Porter talked about in Health Ed made total sense.

In theory.

“Anyway,” said Jack. “It’s not like we had zero contact, we just . . . hung out online.”

“Right,” said his mom, definitely not convinced. “So you hung out with Vivi, Reese, and Darylyn online.”

“Uh-huh,” Jack said through a mouthful of cereal.

Jack’s gran, Marlene, shuffled into the kitchen and switched the kettle on. “Don’t forget to take my prescription to the drugstore today, Jack.”

“I never have forgotten, Gran,” said Jack, relieved at the change of subject.

He finished his bigger-than-usual bowl of cornflakes in silence.

So far, Jack had come up with three possible reasons for his freakish lack of progress in the man-parts department:

1) His body was building up to a massive growth spurt. At some point soon he’d turn into an Incredible Hulk of puberty and sprout a pair of really enormous testicles.

2) It was a punishment from the gods for becoming semifamous in sixth grade.

3) There’d been a mix-up at the hospital and he was actually a girl.

Jack had already ruled out 2. If gods existed, they probably had better things to do than watch reality TV. If it was 3, and he was a girl, the situation was still pretty messed up because he didn’t have any boobs or anything either.

Even if it was 1, and he ended up with gamma-charged superjunk, Jack had a feeling it might be too late. He was pretty sure his friends had already dumped him.

The signs were obvious. Vivi hadn’t called or e-mailed or even messaged since the end of last semester. Two whole weeks of silence. To which Jack had responded with . . . well, to be fair, silence.

No word from Reese, either. Not a single link to a fuzzy YouTube clip of whichever obscure sixties garage rock band or scuzzy rockabilly weirdos were rotating highly on his playlist that week.

Ditto Darylyn. Not even a reply to Jack’s text asking her to switch his laptop back to how it had been before she’d “improved” it.


His mom was right. Jack hadn’t seen his friends for two weeks.

It wasn’t just the freeze-out over the break, though. Sometime around the end of seventh grade, Jack had started noticing the changes. Darylyn’s pimples. The hair above Reese’s lip and under his arms. Vivi becoming, to the extent that Jack had looked, more “boobs-having.”

There’d been other things too. A week before the end of first semester, he’d caught Reese and Darylyn whispering to each other when they were all hanging out together at the Ninth Street Mall after school. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Now he realized: That must have been the moment they’d started to question if they could really afford to be seen in public with someone who looked more “kid brother” than “homie.” At some point the seeds of doubt must have been planted in Vivi’s mind too.

Now everything seemed to have come to a head, like the pus in one of the pimples that everyone but him seemed to have on their faces now. Vivi, Reese, and Darylyn had obviously gotten together as soon as first semester had ended and decided to ditch Jack. Because that was what happened when you didn’t measure up.

You got left behind.

Jack jammed his laptop into his backpack and stuffed his shorts, Nike Zooms, and water bottle in too.

He’d really hoped his growth spurt might hit by the time school went back. Everything Jack had read on forums and message boards over the break said his time would come. Eventually his hormones would kick into action and he’d transform from pubeless weirdo freak-boy to socially acceptable, testosterone-packing man-beast.

But Jack didn’t have time for eventually. He’d already passed up his chance to become Mr. Popular after being on TV—and now it looked like he’d been ditched by the few friends he did have. Complete social rejection was a mere pube’s-breadth away.

He had to buy himself some time.

That was when Jack thought of Bigwigs. Sure, it had been two whole years since he’d been in front of the cameras. Sure, it was just a dumb game show. But it got him thinking. Bigwigs had been about pretending you were something you weren’t. Teams of kids were sent out into workplaces week after week, doing jobs that adults would normally do. And the better the contestants played at being adults, the further they went on the show.

Pretending. Was the answer as simple as that?

Jack slung his backpack over one shoulder and headed out the back door and down the side walkway to the street, spurred by his stroke of genius.

If he wanted to stay tight with Vivi and the others, all he had to do was commit a relatively simple act of deception. All he had to do was convince his friends he had hit his growth spurt.

All he had to do, basically, was fake puberty.

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