Meet Brett McCarthy:
best eighth-grade corner kicker in Maine, vocabulary ace, best friend to Diane.
Until the prank.
Overnight she’s
become: a loser at school, archenemy to Jeanne Anne (it’s all Jeanne Anne’s
fault, anyway), and a juvenile delinquent who has to eat lunch with the
principal every day. Indefinitely.
Now Brett’s got to
figure out how to get through her days right when everything and
everyone—including her other best friend, Michael the Brainiac, and her
bazooka-blasting grandmother, Nonna—is changing and nothing is staying the
same.
And here we have another book that takes place in
Maine. I believe I mentioned on Girl
Unmoored how thankful I am for books that take place in Maine; they’re rare,
especially in the young-adult range.
Where it counted, Brett McCarthy: Work in Progress was a pretty good
book; it was paced well, the writing style wasn’t too murky or simple, and
there wasn’t any one part of the book that made me just want to put it down or
read one of the other books on my reading list.
It’s also pretty creative; the characters themselves are
interesting, especially Brett’s grandmother, “Nonna.” My favorite parts of the
book were the ones that focused on her, such as the huge garage sale she has
every year, or Nonna’s birthday party, where instead of having people bring
presents, she has them bring something (or a symbol of something) they want to
get rid of, and Nonna’s friend Mr. Beady would blast them out of a potato
bazooka. There are often extremely
creative things in books that I sit back and think: I’d never think of
that. It kind of makes me sad for my own
creativity as a writer.
It did, of course, have its faults. There were little things, such as Diane’s
little brother having a “ring of orange” around his mouth from eating what
isn’t named but is obviously Goldfish crackers; I’m a veteran of the snack and
would like to assure Ms. Padian that they are nowhere near as messy as cheese
puffs. It also shares a fault with Girl
Unmoored, in that it mentions the fact that the characters live in Maine every
chance it gets. I’m thankful for
Maine-based books, but do authors who write them really have to slap it in your
face so much?
The biggest fault in my eyes would probably be the
stereotypes. It uses a LOT of stereotypes
of people who live in Maine, and I have to say it was annoying. Thinking back on it, it’s not really clear if
it was unintentional or if Ms. Padian did it on purpose to show how naïve Brett
is, but it still worked against the book.
The “stereotypical Maine accent” is extremely uncommon unless you’re old
or live in the northern part of the state, for instance (Brett’s town is a
short drive from Portland). No one I
know describes someone from out of state as “from away,” either, and you’re no
more likely to find a girl who can take apart a chainsaw than any other heavily
woods-covered state (I certainly can’t, and I don’t remember a single female
friend over the years with that particular talent). Of course there was also the mention of how
“everyone can drive a snowmobile” especially “in the northern part of the
state, where you need it to get groceries in the dead of winter” to paraphrase
the book.
Come on, Ms. Padian.
Northern Maine is no worse than Canada.
Do you think Canadians are speeding through their rural towns with bags
of groceries on the back of their ATVs because there are so few roads that can
be cleared? My stepfather spends hours
every winter plowing people out of their driveways. It’s a simple and common, if time-consuming,
task.
But I digress.
Despite the stereotypes, which probably seem more offensive to me
considering I live in this state, it is a book worth reading, in my
opinion. So happy reading.
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