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The (Almost) Perfect Guide to Imperfect Boys (mix) Paperback – September 30, 2014
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About the Author
Barbara Dee is the author of Everything I Know About You, Halfway Normal, Star-Crossed, Truth or Dare, The (Almost) Perfect Guide to Imperfect Boys, Trauma Queen, This Is Me From Now On, Solving Zoe (Bank Street Best Children’s Books), and Just Another Day in My Insanely Real Life (Publishers Weekly, starred review). Barbara is one of the founders and directors of the Chappaqua Children’s Book Festival. She lives in Westchester County, New York, with her family, two naughty cats, and a rescue hound dog named Ripley. Read more about Barbara at BarbaraDeeBooks.com.
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The (Almost) Perfect Guide to Imperfect Boys
Today Wyeth Brockman became a Croaker.
Well, I mean, almost. Really close.
The way it happened was, he asked my best friend, Maya, if she’d seen this movie called Battlescar III. And when Maya said no (because seriously, why would she), Wyeth replied, “Well, I’m going this weekend.”
His voice croaked on the word “weekend.” Like it went “WEEK” (high pitch) “end” (lower pitch). And then he turned the color of a moldy strawberry.
For Wyeth, this was progress.
Okay, I’ll explain.
A few months ago, Maya and I had divided all the boys we knew into three categories: Tadpole, Croaker, and Frog. We’d even made a chart about it in my science binder: The Amphibian Life Cycle (a.k.a. Finley & Maya’s Super-Perfect Guide to Imperfect Boys).
First we named all the Tadpoles, the squeaky, silly little babies who belonged back in elementary school. Maya and I ignored the Tadpoles as much as possible. But it wasn’t easy, because they were incredibly loud and obnoxious, the kind of boys who made fart jokes on the school bus.
Next were the Croakers, the boys who were starting to mature. Have you ever seen an actual tadpole turn into an actual frog? They go through this weird mutant in-between stage when they have fishy tails, but also reptile arms and legs. Croakers had croaky-sounding voices (hence the name), but that wasn’t the grossest thing about them: They smelled like wet socks, or else like too much deodorant; they chewed with their mouths open; they stepped on your feet. But at least they talked to girls. Or rather, tried to talk to girls. Most of the boys we knew were Croakers; even in the eighth grade, they were definitely the majority.
Frogs were the highest form of middle school boy. What made a boy a Frog wasn’t just that his voice had mostly stopped croaking; it was other stuff, like making eye contact with you in the hallway. Frogs were the boys who shared their homework, who laughed at your jokes, who’d discovered napkins. They weren’t perfect, but they used shampoo. You could have a conversation with Frogs; they were the boys you could crush on. I’m not saying you did; I’m saying you could. But Frogs were rare in the eighth grade, and anyhow, the best ones were usually taken.
Up until today, Wyeth Brockman had been stuck at the Tadpole stage. In fact, considering the squeaky way he giggled, his obsession with LEGOs, the way he blew bubbles with his straw—plus the way he never, ever spoke to girls, even when they asked him a simple question—I thought he’d probably stay a Tadpole forever.
So when he asked Maya if she’d seen that stupid movie, this was definitely the first sign of Croaker behavior. It wasn’t just the voice croaking and the blushing; it was the super awkwardness of the whole conversation. I’m seeing a movie you would probably find excruciating. In case you wanted to know.
Let me put it another way: If Wyeth had still been a Tadpole, he wouldn’t have mentioned this stupid movie to a girl. He probably wouldn’t have mentioned anything to any girl, period.
If he’d become a Frog, he would have added something like, You’re welcome to come to the stupid movie. Or even, Would you like to go to the stupid movie with me?
But a Croaker couldn’t make it to the invitation part. Maybe Wyeth didn’t even realize he wanted to invite Maya. Maybe he just thought he’d share his moviegoing habits out loud, and if a girl such as Maya happened to be listening, well, all righty then.
A.k.a., totally Croaker.
All of this happened in social studies, where our teacher, Mr. Schiavone, had arranged the desks in “work stations” to “facilitate discussion.” This month my “work station” consisted of me, Maya, Wyeth, and Jarret Lynch, who was the world’s reigning Croaker champion, and also, by the way, not a nice person. No one (besides Maya and me) knew about the Amphibian Life Cycle, so I could have just announced Wyeth’s upgrade to Croaker status. But if I had, Jarret would probably have gone, Huh? What are you talking about?
And the thing was, I didn’t want to embarrass Wyeth. Or any boy, really; that wasn’t the point of the Life Cycle, which was just about dealing with boy immaturity. Which was a major issue, as any girl in middle school can tell you.
So instead I passed Maya a note: CROAK???
She smiled. Then she wrote back: Hmm, mayyyybe . . .
You didn’t hear him croak just now? I wrote. On the word “WEEKEND.” Plus he kinda/sorta asked you out!!!
Maya rolled her eyes. No, he didn’t, Finley. He just said he was seeing a dumb movie.
Me: That’s a Croaker invite!
Me: I’m putting it on the chart!
She shrugged. And as soon as Mr. Schiavone started assigning the homework, I opened my science binder to the back. I glanced around to make sure no one was looking, especially Jarret. Then I flipped to the Amphibian Life Cycle chart, and next to Wyeth’s name I wrote the word “Croaker.”
Wyeth Brockman: Croaker.
But yeah, I had to admit it looked funny.
I thought about Maya’s objection. We’d been doing the Life Cycle for about five months now, and whenever we upgraded any boy, we usually agreed on the change of status. So maybe she was right, maybe it was too soon for Wyeth—a single croak, a one-time blush, and a super-awkward invitation didn’t qualify him for Croaker. And besides, I told myself, just look at him: He was chewing his thumbnail, which was a Tadpole thing to do, especially in public.
Still, Wyeth had made some actual progress today, and it would be wrong to ignore it. When a Tadpole evolved—even a fraction of an iota—it belonged on the chart, even if you couldn’t figure exactly how.
So I erased “Croaker.” I considered the options. Finally, this is what I wrote:
Wyeth Brockman: Tadpole with Croaker tendencies.
I liked this description; it seemed fair to me, and I felt sure Maya would agree with it eventually.
But even so, I wrote it in pencil, in case I needed to change my mind.
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Finley and Maya are best friends and eighth graders. Like most middle school kids they are trying to figure out the opposite sex. They have made a scientific study out of it. They have created a "guide" called "The Amphibian Life Cycle". They have compared boys to frogs. Yes you heard me right. First they have the Tadpoles. Those are the things that don't quite resemble frogs, yet you know that they are on their way to becoming frogs. For middle school boys it means they are trying hard to turn into the boys you will one day find as mature beings in high school, yet they have too much immaturity to be their yet. Next they have the Croakers. These are the boys whose voice has begun to change and they are at a point where they can talk to or attempt to talk to girls, even if what they say is stupid. Then you have the Frogs. These are the boys who seem to have matured. They can carry on an intelligent conversation. Finley doesn't seem to realize that it isn't just boys who go through this transformation, but kids in general. I know, I've been a parent and I'm a middle school teacher. We get some kids into our sixth grade classes that you know are going to be tadpoles most of middle school. You pray that they will be able to become at least Croakers by eighth grade. Then you have the scary kids who come as frogs. I say scary because they come already acting like little adults. This can be good or bad based on how far ahead their frog mentality is.
When Zachary Mattison, previously known as Freakazoid returns after being gone for several months he has gone from tadpole to definite frog. This befuddles both Maya and Finley. When "The Amphibian Life Cycle" becomes public knowledge then a war breaks out. Friendships are tried and tested. You see what bullying can look like to one person and how it can be viewed differently by another.
Did I enjoy this book? Oh yes! I want to read this to my class. It is definitely worth at least doing a book talk and starting a conversation in class. This is one I foresee getting more copies of. I will also be purchasing "Trauma Queen" by Barbara Dee. If it is as good as this one I won't be able to keep it on my shelves. I am going to recommend this to all of my fellow teachers, parents and to middle school teachers everywhere.
The (Almost) Perfect Guide to Imperfect Boys by Barbara Dee does a good job capturing the confusing time that is middle school. Boys and girls who used to play together in elementary school suddenly find that the rules have changed as they become interested in each other in a whole new way. But it’s confusing to both sexes. They are likely to wonder how to act around each other.
The boys are understandably outraged at being categorized just for being who they are. The girls wouldn’t like it if they were treated the same way. On top of that, a mean girl just wants to stir up trouble. Finley and Maya go through some difficult times in their friendship before realizing what’s most important to them. It all makes for an interesting look at relationship dynamics among 12 and 13 year olds. I recommend The (Almost) Perfect Guide to Imperfect Boys for readers aged 9 to 12.
The publisher provided me with a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
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