Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks? See what happens when the Porters bring home a new puppy--whether Tip likes it or not. Jumping on the sofa? Digging in the backyard? And that's just the beginning!
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. “So … how was your day? Anything new?” I was surprised at Pin’s perkiness, considering how glum she’d been this morning. “Nope. Nothing’s new. No thing what-so-ever.” Ha. That’s when I knew she was lying. Pin Pin’s always emphatic when she lies. “Oh,” I replied coolly. The best way to get info from Pin’s to act disinterested. It drives her nuts. “Well, ‘nothing’s’ better than ‘something bad’ I guess.” Pin looked at me sharply. “What do you mean? Did you hear something?” Hmmm. Now she was being cagy, so I baited her. “Nah. Well, yeah, nah. Not really. You know—no big deal.” When she didn’t bite, I tried a more direct approach. “Oh, well. Okay. You know what my day was like—regurgitated eggs, chunks of….” “Okay, okay. I… confess…. Because you are making me sick, Stella Bellarosa. Sick in my gizzards.” Heheh. Pin’s word choice killed me.
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