Gym Candy by Carl DeukerGym Candy by Carl Deuker

Gym Candy

byCarl Deuker

Paperback | September 22, 2008

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'Look, Mick,' he said, 'you're going to find out from somebody in the gym, so you might as well find out from me. Those supplements you're taking? They might get you a little bigger, but just a little. If you're after serious results, there's other stuff that produces better results much faster, stuff that a lot of guys in the gym use.' 'What other stuff?' 'You know what I'm talking about-gym candy.'Runningback Mick Johnson has dreams: dreams of cutting back, finding the hole, breaking into the open, and running free with nothing but green grass ahead. He has dreams of winning and of being the best. But football is a cruel sport. It requires power, grace, speed, quickness, and knowledge of the game. It takes luck, too. One crazy bounce can turn a likely victory into sudden defeat. What elite athlete wouldn't look for an edge? A way to make him bigger, stronger, faster?This novel explores the dark corners of the heart of a young football player as he struggles for success under the always glaring-and often unforgiving-stadium lights.
Carl Deuker describes his younger self as a classic second-stringer: I was too slow and too short for basketball; I was too small for football, a little too chicken to hang in there against the best fastballs. So, by my senior year the only sport I was still playing was golf." Combining his enthusiasm for both writing and athletics, De...
Title:Gym CandyFormat:PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 0.85 inPublished:September 22, 2008Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0547076312

ISBN - 13:9780547076317

Appropriate for ages: 12


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Football Fanatic In the book Gym Candy by Carl Deuker, Mick Johnson does not want to disappoint his father, Mike. Mike has put so much pressure on Mick, he has to make the NFL. Mick has to choose between football, friends and something that could make or break his career. Steroids. This book will allow readers to understand the athletes struggles as a starter who wants to maintain his job, and as a backup who wants to steal the starters role. Mick is the kid who hates to lose. “If you ain't first, your last.” Deukers stories are usually based on real events like this one. Bryn
Date published: 2009-11-27

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My earliest memory is of an afternoon in June. I was four years old, and I was in the backyard with my dad. He’d just bought me a purple and gold mini football, my first football. He’d marked off an area of our backyard with a white chalk line. “Here’s how it works, Mick. You try to run there,” he said, pointing behind the line, “and I try to stop you.” He shoved the mini football into the crook of my arm, led me to the far end of the yard, went back to the middle, got down on his knees, and yelled: “Go!”I took off running toward the end zone. Our backyard is narrow, his arms are long, and even on his knees he could move fast enough to catch a four-year-old. Time after time I ran, trying to get by him. But he never let me have anything for nothing, not even then. Over and over he’d stretch out one of his arms and tackle me. Sometimes the tears would well up. “There’s no crying in football,” he’d say, which I guess is a joke from some Tom Hanks movie, and he’d send me back to try again.And then I did it. I zigged when he was expecting a zag, and I was by him. I crossed the chalk line at the end of the yard, my heart pounding. I remember squealing for joy as I turned around. He was lying on the ground, arms reaching toward me, a huge smile on his face. “Touchdown Mick Johnson!” he yelled. “Your first touchdown!”All those years, I believed that every kid in the neighborhood was jealous of me. And why not? I’d spent time at the houses of the boys on my block —Philip and Cory and Marcus. I’d seen their dads sprawled out on the sofa. Mostly they’d ignore me, but if they asked me something, it was always about school. I’d answer, and then they’d go back to their newspaper. These fathers drove delivery trucks or taught high school or worked in office buildings in downtown Seattle. They wore glasses, had close-cropped hair, and either had bellies or were starting to get them. Everything about them seemed puny.My dad was bigger and stronger than any of them. His voice was deeper, his smile wider, his laugh louder. Like me, he has red hair, only his was long and reached his shoulders. He wore muscle T-shirts that showed his tattoos—on one shoulder a dragon, on the other a snake. He kept a keg of beer in the den, and whenever he filled his beer stein, he’d let me sip the foam off the top. The way he looked, the way he acted—those things alone put him a million miles above every other kid’s father. But there was one last thing that absolutely sealed the deal—my dad was a star.Our den proved it. It was down in the basement, across from my mom’s laundry room, and it was filled with scrapbooks and plaques and medals. Two walls were covered with framed newspaper articles. It was the headlines of those articles that told his story. I used to go downstairs into the den, pick up one of the game balls that he kept in a metal bin in the corner, and walk around and read them, feeling the laces and the leather of the football as I read. Mike Johnson Sets High School Yardage Record . . . Mike Johnson Leads Huskies over USC . . . Mike Johnson Named to All–Pac Ten First Team . . . Mike Johnson Selected in Third Round.Sometimes my dad would come in while I was staring at the walls. He’d tell me about a touchdown run he’d made in a rainstorm against Cal or the swing pass in the Sun Bowl that he’d broken for sixty-five yards. When he finished with one of his stories, he’d point to the two bare walls. “Those are yours, Mick,” he’d say. “You’re going to fill them up with your own headlines.”My mom had been a top gymnast at the University of Washington the same years my dad was on the football team. She runs around Green Lake every morning, and she used to do the Seattle-to-Portland bicycle race, so she knows all about competition. But every time she heard my dad talk about me making the headlines, she’d put her hands on my shoulders and look at me with her dark eyes. “You don’t have to fill any walls with anything,” she’d say. “You just be you.” Then she’d point her finger at my dad. “And you stop with all that ‘bare walls’ stuff.”My dad would laugh. “A little pressure is good for a boy. Keeps him on his toes.”

Editorial Reviews

Deuker skillfully complements a sobering message with plenty of exciting on-field actionaǪ[A] solid addition to the sports fiction shelf." - Booklist, 9/1/07 Booklist, ALA"Deuker continues his run as premier author of provocative YA sports novels? [kick] off the football season with this riveting titleaǪ" The Bulletin 9/2007Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books"Deuker? knows his stuff? This is a solid sports tale with a valuable message." - KLIATT September 2007 KLIATT"[A] great addition to both school and public libraries and an eye-opening recommendation to all budding athletes." - VOYA October 2007 VOYA (Voice of Youth Advocates)"Deuker realistically portrays the paranoia, acne, and emotional roller-coaster? of steroid use." SLJ 10/2007 School Library Journal"