Stella Bellarosa: Tales of an Aspiring Teenage Superhero
Julie Krantz
Paperback
(purple pie press, Nov. 18, 2013)
A wallet, a thief, and a brilliant plan--what could possibly go wrong? At least that's what Stella thinks--until she and Pin Pin get caught with the goods, that is, and all heaven, hell and whatever's-in-between breaks loose, forcing the best friends to hit the road. Tag along as Stella and Pin Pin runaway to midtown Manhattan, all the while battling archrival Teresa Como for the title to SOHO's Annual Food Drive, their ticket to Regis Academy--a posh high school for girls, hidden far, far away in the Catskills. Oh-la-la, for the chance to leave home--for good!Problem is... the road isn't much safer than home, especially when the runaways attract the attention of police, museum officials and--worst of all--Stella's unforgiving father. Also pitted against their extravagant dream is the threat of Pin and her family's deportation, including baby sister, Audrey, who lies at the heart of this quirky coming-of-age novel--STELLA BELLAROSA: Tales of an Aspiring Teenage Superhero, a serious MG with a funny-bone.Read this excerpt from the novel to see how Stella and Pin Pin deal with the many social issues they face, including the challenges of immigrating to a foreign city, bullying, making friends, and teens and preteens coming of age. âSo ⊠how was your day? Anything new?â I was surprised at Pinâs perkiness, considering how glum sheâd been this morning. âNope. Nothingâs new. No thing what-so-ever.â Ha. Thatâs when I knew she was lying. Pin Pinâs always emphatic when she lies.âOh,â I replied coolly. The best way to get info from Pinâs to act disinterested. It drives her nuts. âWell, ânothingâsâ better than âsomething badâ I guess.â Pin looked at me sharply. âWhat do you mean? Did you hear something?â Hmmm. Now she was being cagy, so I baited her. âNah. Well, yeah, nah. Not really. You knowâno big deal.â When she didnât bite, I tried a more direct approach. âOh, well. Okay. You know what my day was likeâregurgitated eggs, chunks ofâŠ.ââOkay, okay. I⊠confessâŠ. Because you are making me sick, Stella Bellarosa. Sick in my gizzards.â Heheh. Pinâs word choice killed me. But the second way to make her talk was to gross her out. Which Iâd done, at least in part. So I prodded some more. âConfess, Pin? Confess to what?â âOh. Didnât I tell you?â She tried to act blasĂ©, but her right eye kept blinking. Pin had a tic or something that twitched when she was upset. Like when she talked about China. Or home. Or Audrâ. Suddenly I knew this had something to do with her family. âTell me what?â I said. âOh, yeah⊠you were probably puking when it happen.ââWhen what happened?â I said in a clipped voice. Pinâs coyness was starting to irritate me.âIt,â she said, shrugging. âI take it.ââTake what?â âMrs. Tucciâs wallet.âI needed a calming breath, but gulped in a mouthful of rancid city air instead and choked. Shock does that to a person. And, believe me, 'shock' is mild for describing how I felt. âWhat do you mean you took Mrs. Tucciâs wallet?â âIt was easy,â she continued, shifting her weight in a decidedly uneasy way. Easy? Yeah, I could believe it. Weâd known Mrs. Tucci forever. She was the oldest substitute at Holy Infant Elementary Schoolâmaybe in the world. She wore pointy glasses with rhinestones in the corners and carried a purse as big as a dumpster. Mustâve eaten truckloads of spumoni as a kid, because she had three gold teeth. âSo?â A lump of mucous formed in my throat, but I ignored it. âHow? And, oh my god⊠why?ââWell. Mrs. Tâs a rich woman, right?â Pin explained. âYouâve seen her pocky-book. Itâs huge. She has gold in her mouth and diamonds everywhere. Sheâs probably a millionaire. No big deal.ââNo big deal?â I could feel another lump rising in my gullet. Continue reading to see how 13-year-olds Stella and Pin Pin struggle to come of age in the midst of challenges as diverse as immigration, growing up in a foreign city, and bullying.