Well, for starters, if you're like Matt Greene, a 5'1" nerd who has never made out, you suffer.
When Keith's eighth-grade musical, Star Crossed, is a smash, Matt can't take it anymore. Blowing off steam on the corner of Eighty-first Street and Columbus, he wishes his buddy's life would fall completely apart.
Sound serious? As Matt's story shows, the insane, gut-wrenching jealousy of a non-stud/non-athlete/non-Adonis basket case can be wildly funny.
|Publisher:||Atheneum/Richard Jackson Books|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.70(d)|
|Age Range:||12 - 17 Years|
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Ever see a picture of your best friend's teeth on the side of a bus?
I have. It was the first day of eighth grade, a breezy September afternoon. One of those days when the New York City air actually smelled fresh. Keith and I were on the corner of 79th and Madison on the way home from school.
"Hey, dude!" he said.
"Hey, what?" I looked up (up because I'm a good five inches shorter than he is. But more on that later).
"See!" Keith went on.
He jabbed a thumb at the 79th Street crosstown.
"Check me out!"
Keith is so studly they used his smile in a toothpaste ad. A pretty impressive sight. I mean, his teeth are pathologically straight. And his gums are pink like the center of a medium steak. I could see why he landed the job -- a dentist would crawl on his stomach across a bed of staples to get a peek inside a mouth like that.
"Not bad," I said. "You've got movie-star gums."
Keith brushed a hand through his hair -- he likes to do that because it's long and blond and makes him look sort of like a British rock star. You might say that Keith is a little bit conceited. But he has the goods to back it up. At the time, he had already made out with more girls than I have toes.
"Hmmm," he said, and scratched his chin. "And when I'm in the movies, Matt, you'll be a famous musician. Selling out Madison Square Garden."
It was a nice thing to say, I have to admit it. But Keith is like that -- for every compliment he gives himself he throws in another for me. Sort of a buy-one, get-one-free kind of deal. Anyway, I was trying not to blush. The one thing I'm really good at is guitar. Classical. Not that I'm terrible at everything else. With the exceptionof French, I get decent grades -- B's, mostly. I played third base in Little League. Hit .287 (plus I walked a lot on account of my height). I guess you could say that I wasn't a loser. I just didn't feel like a certifiable winner, either.
"The Garden?" I said. "Classical guitarists don't play there."
"Hey, you never know," Keith said. "I guess we've got to ace eighth grade before we conquer the world, right?"
"You know what? I have a strong feeling that this year is gonna be the coolest!"
"Damn straight." Hey, who was I to say this year wouldn't be the coolest?
That's when Keith started this sort of good-bye ritual we had.
"You rule," he said.
"No, you rule," I replied.
You get the idea. It went on like that for a while. Then we traded some high fives and I took a step down 79th Street.
Looking back, I think that if I had only walked a little faster and been out of earshot before Keith called to me, I would've made it home with no notable rise in my Jealousy Quotient. As it was, I heard every last word.
"Hey," he said. "Who do you think I should call for this weekend? Jane or Allison?"
I thought it over. Jane is an out-and-out babe. Allison, too. But then I remembered Allison's snot-nosed, I'm-better-than-everybody attitude.
"Jane," I said.
"You think?" Keith asked.
"Cool, dude. Thanks."
And with that my buddy took off, leaving me standing alone on the corner -- standing alone eating a walloping portion of his I'm-already-dating-and-you-aren't dust. Well, okay -- I had dated a little. That summer at camp I even had my first kiss. But given that the kisser was a buck-toothed girl with chapped lips named Hannah Shaddock and the kiss itself clocked in at under three seconds...well, it didn't exactly count for much. The point was this: What was a guy to do when his best friend was Keith Livingston, a stud/athlete/Adonis who went through girls faster than most guys riffle through their top drawer for a clean pair of socks?
Sure, I'm good at music. I have what my mom calls "a sensitive side." But what did that get me when my voice was cracking and I had been stalled at five one and a half for a year? I mean, how could I wow girls with my mind-blowing classical guitar technique with Keith Livingston in the room flashing dimples as deep as the potholes in the West Side Highway?
I talked to my dad about it. He's a shrink, so he can be a pretty good listener. He told me that growing up is hard and that my day in the sun would come. He said that life is funny -- that things you want often come when you aren't thinking about them. Well, that seemed confusing. If the only way to get something you want is to not think about it, how is it possible to not think about that thing you want? Don't ask me. All I knew is that the situation sucked. Keith had been my best friend since first grade. I mean, we were six when we met. Six! We had sleepovers, play dates, park dates -- you name it. We dropped water balloons off my apartment terrace (Sixteen stories!!! Yes!!!). We made crank phone calls. One of our favorites was to get the phone book and call guys with the last name "Chas." "Hi, is this Mr. Chas?" one of us'd say (usually Keith). "Uh, yes...," the guy'd reply sort of cautious. Then we'd shout: "Hi, Chas -- how's your ass?" Stupid, yeah -- but it made us laugh. There was more to our friendship than playing dumb pranks, though. Keith was like family. The summer between fifth and sixth grade I stayed at his country house in Vermont for a whole month. When his folks went to Europe a year ago he crashed with us for a week. I loved him almost as much as my own parents. More, sometimes.
But as I walked home that day, I knew that, excepting a major growth spurt that would turn me into some sort of eighth-grade Harrison Ford, hanging out with him that year was going to test the limits of my sanity.
Sure, Keith was my best buddy.
But I was beginning to hate him.
Copyright © 2002 by Dan Elish
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I remember reading this book when I was really young, and I remembered how much I really loved it. The author really gets into the head of this eighth-grader, and he really details his experiences in the book. The narrator's tone is hilarious, and I'm pretty sure that anyone who is short and have lived through with this sort of experience will enjoy this book!
I love this book sooo much!!! I'm an Eighth grader,and the one reason why I really like this book is because it relates on everyone that was in the Eighth grade or that is.... I'm telling you to read this book...it's really good,and if anyone says they hate it,read it yourself and SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!
Matt Greene has a high JQ (Jealousy Qoutient) for his friend Keith Livingston. Matt only wishes for a girlfriend while Keith throws girls away easily. After the success of Keith's rock musical Star Crossed. Matt gets so jealous he wishes his friends life falls apart and when it does he feels extreme guilt. This book is an enjoyable novel from author, Dan Elish but feels like it reaches it conclusion too fast. The reader feels like you want to know about some of the minor plot lines about Keith's life falling apart and what actually happens after the end. Otherwise, an enjoyable read. Reccomended for 12-14 year olds.
This book was the best book i have ever read in my life. i randomly picked it up one day and i have shared it with so many of my friends and they have thought it to be a very funny and entertaining book as well. it does go by fast and as soon as you start it, if you dont put it down, it will take you about a week. i am in ninth grade and i think that it is a must read for eighth graders because it relates so much. i love the way the author presents the book and i hope to read a sequel to this book.
If you are conservative or try to bring your children up with moral values, this book is not for you. There are many books that are a better use of your time.
Phenomenal! This book is one of the best books written for teens/children! It is a real inspiration to all people but recommended for short people!