Crushing It by Joanne LevyCrushing It by Joanne Levy

Crushing It

byJoanne Levy

Paperback | January 10, 2017

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Twelve-year-old Kat woos the boy next door on behalf of her best friend, and in the process realizes that true beauty—and true confidence—comes from the inside in this hilarious M!X novel from the author of Small Medium at Large.

Kat is already so over seventh grade. It doesn’t help that her best friend and cousin, Olivia, grew a foot over the summer and won a spot on the school’s dance team, shooting her up on the popularity scale. In the jungle that is middle school, Olivia is a gazelle. Braces-wearing, manga-loving, uncoordinated Kat is a warthog.

Plus, Tyler, Kat’s next-door neighbor and buddy since birth, morphed into a really cute boy over the summer. Suddenly the person Kat’s used to playing Xbox with is causing her stomach to do cartwheels.

When Olivia confesses that she has a crush on Tyler and wants to ask him to the Fall Ball dance, Kat knows there’s going to be a problem: Tyler thinks Olivia is just another ditsy girl who only cares about lip gloss and boy bands. But since Kat’s one of Tyler’s oldest friends, Olivia’s sure she’ll know how to get his attention.

Trying to be a good friend and squash her own feelings, Kat makes it her mission to get the two of them together. From writing “Tyler cheat sheets” listing his favorite things, to feeding Olivia lines through her headphones during Tyler-focused study sessions, Kat devises schemes by which Tyler will fall for Olivia. And to her delight—or maybe horror—her plan begins to work. Now that Olivia’s caught Tyler’s attention, Kat has to wonder if she’s fooled Tyler into falling for the wrong girl. But what boy would ever choose a warthog over a gazelle?
Title:Crushing ItFormat:PaperbackDimensions:240 pages, 7.62 × 5.12 × 0.6 inPublished:January 10, 2017Publisher:AladdinLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Easy to read tween fun I love the books in The Aladdin Mix series. They are mature reads without the worry. Look for the colorful stripes down the outer edge of the paperback. The characters are best friends unique in every way, facing the world of school, dating, and social media. This book is about Kat helping her best cousin get together with the boy she really wants to be with. These novels are perfect for reluctant readers, and will appeal to girls ages’ nine to fourteen.
Date published: 2016-12-08

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Crushing It Chapter 1 MY STOMACH GROWLED SO LOUDLY, I was sure other kids could hear it in the school hallway. It was lunchtime, and obviously I was starving, but as Olivia and I walked toward the caf, we got stopped. Again. This time it was by one of Olivia’s eighth-grade dance-team friends to talk about their last rehearsal. “You were so awesome,” the girl said, looking at Olivia with wide, awestruck eyes. “You were like a gazelle out there.” My cousin and best friend—or “best cousin,” a term we thought up when we were seven—was a gazelle. And apparently, everyone loved gazelles around this place. In the two weeks since we’d started seventh grade, Olivia had been propelled into middle-school superstardom. She’d grown like a foot over the summer; she had long, flowing blond hair, and her beautiful clothes always seemed to check off the “cool” boxes with zero effort. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised about the superstardom thing. I mean, she’d always been the graceful one, the pretty and popular one, with her shiny smile and outgoing personality. Her bubbly nature and the way she got so excited about things were what everyone—including me—loved about her. So it was just a matter of time before she became seventh grade’s official it girl. Oh, and did I mention she’d made it onto the dance team, which seventh graders almost never get on? Because she’s a gazelle. I hadn’t even bothered trying out, because with my glasses, braces, and two left feet, I am about as graceful as a warthog. No one wants to see that. I know it probably sounds like I’m all snark talking about Olivia, but it’s not that way at all. She is kind and funny, and I do love her, not just because we’re family, although that’s how we became friends in the first place. Our dads are brothers, and with us being almost the same age, it was like we were born to be friends. So of course we love each other, even if we haven’t always had a ton of stuff in common. It wasn’t her fault she’s beautiful and graceful and everything I’m not. And anyway, being her friend was sort of like being superstar-adjacent. The eighth grader went on. “I swear, I have never seen anyone pick up routines so quickly! You are so talented, Olivia. There has probably never been anyone as good as you. Ever!” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Because while I knew Olivia was good, she wasn’t like Dancing with the Stars good. This fangirl was being over the top, and I was beginning to get crabby. My stomach let out another monstrous gurgle. I needed food soon, but if Olivia didn’t hurry up, we’d never get to eat before lunch period was over. “Livvy,” I said, trying to drag her away from the other girl, who was going on and on about dancing and was using a bunch of French-sounding words that I didn’t understand. “Can we go, please?” Olivia smiled down at me and said, “Yeah, just a sec.” But I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached into my lunch bag and pulled out the first thing I touched, which was a hard-boiled egg. An egg. Not even peeled. Sigh. When Dad had handed me my bag as I was leaving the house, I should have realized it was going to be bad. Since he’d started his new vet practice a few months before, we almost never saw him. When we did, he was either an exhausted zombie or scatterbrained and in a rush. My older sister, Laura, was supposed to make lunches. But that morning, after Mom had left for work, Laura and Dad had gotten in a huge fight, and before making mine, she’d stormed off—which was getting to be standard behavior these days. So while I was in the shower, Dad had apparently grabbed some random stuff and thrown it in my bag. I couldn’t exactly peel an egg in the hallway, so I dropped it back in the bag, scared to look at what else was in there. Olivia was going to get one more minute before I’d leave her in the hallway. As I looked up at the clock so I could time her, I noticed a sign for our upcoming dance: the Fall Ball. I snorted at the thought. Right. Like I’d be going to that. Not only did I not have a clue how to dance, but no one would ever ask me to dance, so why sign up for that kind of humiliation? “What’s so funny?” Olivia asked, coming up beside me. I guess she was done with her dance-team groupie. I nodded toward the sign. Olivia squealed and clapped her hands. “Oh! I was wondering when our first dance would be. Doesn’t the ‘Fall Ball’ sound so elegant? I can’t wait.” Elegant? “You’re not planning on going, are you?” I asked, which was stupid, because obviously she was. She looked at me like I had asked her the answer to a particularly difficult math problem. “What do you mean? Of course I’m going. Mom promised me she’d take me shopping for the perfect dress for our first dance. And I’m going to get my hair and nails done too. Aren’t you going?” I started walking toward the caf. “Nah, I don’t think so. But you have a good time.” “Wait,” she said, stopping in the hallway. “You’re not coming?” “To the Fall Ball? Not a chance,” I said with another snort. “Why not?” Olivia asked like it was a huge shock to her that I might not want to go. Like she couldn’t possibly understand why anyone wouldn’t want to go. “Can we please discuss this while we’re eating?” I asked, sure that my stomach was starting to eat some of my other organs and worried I might lose something I needed. Olivia started walking again. “Fine. But first I need your opinion on something.” “If it’s what to wear to the dance, I’m obviously the wrong person to ask,” I said, pointing down at my hoodie and jeans. “It’s not that,” Olivia said as we got to the cafeteria. “Hold on. It’s too noisy to talk. Over here,” she said, pointing to a rectangular table with a few empty seats at the end. I dropped my bag on the table and sat down across from her. She dug into her backpack for her lunch and set it on the table. Then she looked at me very intently. “Okay, so . . . ,” I said, fidgeting because she was staring at me but not saying anything. “Yeah,” she finally said, pulling her sandwich out of her bag and taking a bite. “I was hoping you could help me . . .” Before she got any further, a body landed heavily in the chair next to me, scaring me half to death. No, maybe three-quarters to death. As I gasped, I turned my head to see who it was, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. “Tyler!” I scolded, although I was only sort of mad. He was my other best friend, after all. I mean, he was kind of my other best friend. More like my next-door neighbor who I’d known my entire life. The person I’d always climbed trees and talked books with; my partner in annihilating zombies on Xbox. Except we hadn’t played in a while, since he’d been away for the summer at wilderness camp. I was eager to show him the new moves that were going to let me totally kick his butt in the game. Although the couple of times he’d invited me over, I’d been busy. Sort of. At least, that’s what I’d told him. “Hey, Kat,” he said with a smile, then looked across the table at Olivia. “Hi, Tyler,” she said in a very odd voice. I glanced over at her, and she was smiling really wide at him. Maybe she’d noticed he was different this year too. Of course she had; how could she not? He had changed so much. They didn’t know each other that well, because while Olivia and I had always gone to school together, Tyler had gone to a private academy since kindergarten. He and I played together on weekends or after school. This year was going to be totally different, though; his parents had decided to put him in public school with us, which I’d been excited about. At first. Until he returned home from camp and I saw him for the first time and almost didn’t recognize him. My stomach had started doing flip-flops because he was . . . different. I couldn’t figure out exactly what it was, but something inside me told me things were weird. Not that he was acting differently; just, he made me nervous. Like I wanted to be around him and not be around him at the same time. “Hi, Olivia,” Tyler said politely. Then he turned to me. “So, Zombie Slashers tonight?” “I . . .” I wanted to, I really did, but something in me was scared to sit next to him on a couch. It mostly had to do with the fact that he’d gotten taller and tanned and his hair had grown longer and fell into his eyes, making him look a little . . . I guess “mysterious” is the right word. I’d never worried before about how I acted around him, but suddenly I couldn’t think of what I should say. I was sure I’d blurt out stupid things. Things like how his hair was mysterious. “I can’t. I have too much homework, and if we’re starting at the shelter this weekend, I can’t fall behind this week.” He nodded. “Good call.” “Starting at the shelter?” Olivia asked, her eyes on Tyler. “We’re volunteering at the animal shelter,” I said. “The one where my dad is their volunteer vet a couple of Sundays a month. We’ll be walking dogs and that kind of thing. We start this weekend.” “Oh, that sounds amazing,” she said, and then tossed her long hair over her shoulder. Tyler looked at her funny, but she kept smiling at him, her non-braces-covered teeth practically beaming at him. I pressed my lips together and looked down at my lunch bag, suddenly not as hungry as I had been. I pushed the bag away, not even bothering to find out what was in there. Tyler grabbed it, opened it up, and looked inside. “What is this?” I glanced over at him. He was smirking at me, his hair falling over his forehead until he pushed it back with his hand. The move made my stomach roll over. Seriously, I had to look away. What was happening to me? I cleared my throat. “My dad’s culinary disaster,” I said. “Aren’t you going to eat any of it?” I shrugged. “I don’t even know what’s in there.” He frowned. “Why are you talking funny?” “I’m not,” I said. “You’re not moving your lips,” Olivia said helpfully. “Is there something wrong with your braces?” So much for not drawing attention to my braces. To distract from my suddenly hot face, I grabbed my lunch bag and dumped the contents onto the table. “I’m fine,” I said. Tyler reached for the oatmeal-raisin cookies and took them. He didn’t even have to ask, because, unlike my father, he knows I hate oatmeal-raisin. And unlike me, he loves oatmeal-raisin. It’s actually his favorite. I took stock of the rest of my lunch and sighed, grabbing the apple and ignoring the rest. At least Dad had remembered to cut it up so I could eat it with my braces. “Sardines?” Tyler said, grinning as he held up the square can. I rolled my eyes. “Like I said: Dad. Help yourself to whatever else.” Tyler grabbed the egg and looked into the empty bag. “No salt?” I shook my head. He got up from his chair. “Right back.” He was barely away from the table when Olivia leaned toward me. “That’s what I need your opinion on,” she whispered. “If eggs need salt?” She gave me a Really? look. “No, duh. Tyler. You know him really well. What’s the best way to ask him to the dance?” I understood every word she was saying, but when she put them all together like that, they seemed to stall out my brain. “Huh?” “I want to go to the dance with him.” “Tyler,” I said, just to be sure. “Tyler Lot? The guy who was just sitting here.” “Yeah,” she said, nodding and looking out over my shoulder. “He’ll be back in a second, but . . . he got seriously cute over the summer. Don’t you think?” I shrugged and put a slice of apple in my mouth so I wouldn’t blurt out anything about mysterious hair. “I dthon’t know,” I mumbled through apple chunks. “He did,” she said. “Trust me. He’s now the most adorable guy in our grade, and with him being new here . . . well, I’m sure you’ve heard all the girls talking about the cute new guy.” I had heard the other girls talking about Tyler like that. And at first I’d thought it was funny that they were all giggling and whispering about him—my next-door best friend since forever. But then I kind of hated all the attention he was getting. And now Olivia? I chewed the apple and looked at her. She was so beautiful, with her long shiny hair and white teeth. Not to mention her pretty blue eyes and gazellelike dancing abilities. She was the whole package. Except . . . “I’m not really sure he’s your type,” I said, trying to be nice about it. She pouted. “What do you mean? You don’t think he’d like me?” “No, not that at all!” I said quickly, hating that I’d hurt her feelings. “He’s just really into gaming and comics and stuff. You know that.” They didn’t know each other that well, since she was more my at-school and family-event friend and he was more my weekend and after-school friend (until this year). But many times in the past, she’d rolled her eyes when I’d told her I was going to play Xbox with him or we were going to a superhero movie. She’d never been interested in that stuff or asked to play with us. She shrugged. “So? Haven’t you ever heard that opposites attract?” I sighed, having a feeling where this was going. “Yeah.” “Well,” she said with wide eyes, like that was explanation enough. “How should I ask him?” Something inside me wanted to tell her she shouldn’t ask him. Because, honestly, I couldn’t see them going to the dance together. Or maybe secretly I didn’t want him to go to the dance with anyone because I wouldn’t be going. But she was my best cousin, and she was looking at me very seriously, and I could tell this was really important to her. “Kat? What do you think? How should I ask him?” I answered her truthfully. “I have no idea.” She pursed her lips and glanced behind me again. “Oh. He’s coming back. Maybe you can talk to him for me. Go play Zombie Killers with him tonight and get some intel.” “Zombie Slashers,” I corrected. She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Just do it for me? Please? Pretty please? I’ll owe you huge.” Looking at her, I knew any guy would be crazy to not want to go to the dance with her. No guy, not even my best guy friend, would ever want to go to the dance with me. Because guys like gazelles, not warthogs. I’d never be graceful or tall, and I still had glasses and braces and was into gaming and graphic novels. I might not have had much dating experience, but I was no dummy: Boys like girls like Olivia—girly girls who know how to dress and dance and put on makeup. I felt my throat get dry and tight, and I looked down at the can of sardines, reading the ingredients (sardines and oil) so I wouldn’t have to look at her. Finally, when I’d learned that there were nineteen grams of protein per can of sardines (still not reason enough to eat them), I figured at least one of us should get what she wanted. And maybe if she went to the dance with him, things could go back to normal for Tyler and me. “Okay. Fine,” I said. “I’ll talk to him.” She did a tiny clap in her seat and then schooled her face. “Okay, shhhh, he’s coming back,” she said, even though I wasn’t even talking. Tyler sat down again, dropping two salt packets on the table before grabbing the egg and starting to peel. “Geez. What kind of school is this? I had to ask, like, three lunch ladies where the salt was.” “. . . as I was saying, your dance squad. So when’s your next practice?” I said, so Tyler wouldn’t know we’d been talking about him. Olivia glanced over at Tyler and then back at me, obviously confused. “What?” Tyler looked up. Now he was confused. “Huh?” Oh, jeez. I turned to Tyler, realizing I needed to change the subject. Fast. “It turns out I don’t have that much homework after all. See you after dinner?” “Yeah, cool,” he said. “That’ll be great.” “Can’t wait,” I lied.

Editorial Reviews

“As always, Levy’s refreshing tween voice is spot on in Crushing It. It’s the perfect laugh-out-loud read for middle graders."