It’s Page Roulette day! Today I have G.Mitchell Baker’s new teen book, Soccer Tommies Baseball Mommies, to play with 🙂
G. Mitchell Baker or ‘G.M. Baker’ traditionally publishes novels in genres of contemporary fiction, paranormal metaphysical mystery, bio-social science fiction, and young adult/middle grade fiction. Having worked with no less than four publishers, Baker considers it a privilege to continue his partnership with the exclusive small-press, Master Koda Select Publishing. Until recently, Baker lived between the southwest United States and western Canada drawing his experience to write from a diverse career practicing law, having lived in many places, and, while maintaining a broad range of interests in sport that include having played baseball at national championship levels and competing high levels in more than one discipline of Karate. Baker enjoys cycling, writing novels, contributing to magazines and anthologies as well as writing feature length movie screenplays. Baker enjoys writing stories he finds may be both original, and of interest.
And here we go…tadaa!!! The Roulette has ‘spoken’!
It was the next morning and Kinny got hungry and decided she would come home. Teddy had to scrub her down with tomato juice. He scrubbed as he held his breath. Had to breathe again and endure the stink, then scrubbed Kinny some more.
“Dang,” Teddy fussed. Unfortunately, he had yet to realize that the skunksters were not going to be the only tough-time the Fabiano’s would experience. He took some time to figure out there was a right way and a wrong way to soak and wash Kinny. Close to finishing, he thought he could clean up his mess. Suddenly, the Belleville Tornado warning siren filled the chilled air with a drawn out wail. The mechanical voice sounded. “Tornado … take shelter. Tornado … take shelter!”
Teddy grabbed up Kinny. Her tomato-juiced fur felt slimy, as everyone scrambled for the Fabiano Family storm shelter. Buried deep in the mountain rock of the front yard, Teddy knew there would be safety if they reached it soon enough.
He glanced around and saw Mama and Papa Fabiano hurry toward the shelter. Then Terri came into sight. Teddy did not want to, but finally looked over his shoulder and saw the giant funnel shape disappear into what was now a dirty darkness in the middle of the day.
As the Fabiano family arrived at the cellar door, the wind pushed everyone around. Teddy held Kinny tight as she struggled to get loose. She wanted to runas far away as possible.
Then Teddy noticed how the air did not feel right. His ears wanted to pop. It got deadly calm. Nothing looked like it was moving. The storm was near … so near it was still.
Suddenly the storm began to breathe. The sounds of the wind through the trees grew louder and then there was an instant roar. “Get in,” Papa Fabiano yelled. “We have to close the door!”
Teddy and Kinny stepped in as the storm cellar door slammed shut and Teddy heard the bolt lock into place. Finally secure, Teddy could not help but think something very bad was going to happen. At once, a hot, moist air stirred and mixed with the churned cool air of the cellar. A no-doubter of a huge storm was coming on, and bearing down fast!
Holding a squirming Kinny tight, Teddy waited for someone to say something. The only sound to fill the cellar was the deafening roar of the extreme storm. Then Teddy remembered from his school report how the Japanese called the wind he heard the “Devine Wind” or “Kamikaze.” As far as he was concerned, the Kamikaze winds could just leave them alone. After what seemed like forever, Papa Fabiano yelled, “Everyone doing okay?”
Not knowing why he said it, or even to have an idea where the thought came from, Teddy yelled back, “A half hour in this storm cellar can age a kid forty-nine years!” Only then was he aware that the dog he still held on to tightly, not only smelled of skunk, but also reeked of tomato juice. Teddy looked around the cellar and was comforted to know he was not the only one about to puke his ever-loving guts out all over the cellar floor.
“Don’t you dare puke,” yelled Terri.
Teddy knew that to add the stench of vomit to the skunk and juice odors would surely be the
end of the Fabiano Family. “Don’t you worry,” yelled Teddy. “Pirates don’t puke. It’d be a waste of good rum!”
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Refreshing and interesting read!
I received an ARC copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Tornadoes, girls playing soccer…boys with baseball bats… G. Mitchell Baker has a talent of creating this easy-going atmosphere and bringing the reader in the eye of the story. Or in this case, should I say in the eye of a storm…
This story could tell about me or you or someone we know, as it is quite realistic and message in it ageless. In this story G. Mitchell Baker skillfully reminds the reader about the power of community and how things will work out if people just work together.
The town of Belleville has been hammered pretty badly by the tornado called Old Luke. Soccer players will have to share a practice field with the baseball people. Easy, you may think…well, think again. Things can get pretty bloody where there are baseball mommies around. But where there is will there is a victory.
I don’t know a squat about soccer or baseball or at least I didn’t before I had read this book. And yet this story is so much more than just about soccer or baseball. There is hidden wisdom along the way, life lessons that you don’t want to miss. Sure, this is a book for teen/YA readers, but I don’t see a reason why adults couldn’t enjoy the story as well. I did.
This was a refreshing change and quite different from the YA books I normally read, and yeah also, because I absolutely love G. Mitchell Baker’s writing style. That said, if you have or happen to know a teenager who likes sport books with a couple of interesting twists, this book might be a perfect gift for them.
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