When November Nelson loses her boyfriend, Josh, to a pledge stunt gone horribly wrong, she thinks her life can't possibly get any worse. But Josh left something behind that will change November's life forever, and now she's faced with the biggest decision she could ever imagine. How in the world will she tell her mom? And how will Josh's parents take the news? She's never needed a friend more.
Jericho Prescott lost his best friend when he lost his cousin, Josh, and the pain is almost more than he can bear. His world becomes divided into "before" and "after" Josh's death. He finds the only way he can escape the emptiness he feels is to quit doing the things that made him happy when his cousin was alive, such as playing his beloved trumpet, and take up football, where he hopes the physical pain will suppress the emotional. But will hiding behind shoulder pads really help? And will his gridiron obsession prevent him from being there for his cousin's girlfriend when she needs him most?
This sequel to The Battle of Jericho is a no-holds-barred look at what happens when life doesn't go as planned, by the acclaimed author of the 2007 Coretta Scott King Award winner Copper Sun.
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Atheneum Books for Young Readers
May 17, 2009
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Excerpt from November Blues by Sharon M. Draper
CHAPTER 1 NOVEMBER NELSON TUESDAY, MARCH 30 November Nelson lurched to the bathroom, feeling faint and not quite incontrol of her suddenly unsteady legs. She touched her forehead and foundit warm and glazed with sweat. Sinking down on the soft blue rug in frontof the toilet, she was grateful for the momentary stability of the floor.But her head continued to spin, and her stomach churned. She lifted thetoilet lid, gazed into the water, and wished she could disappear into itsdepths. Her breath became more shallow, and her nausea more intense.Finally, uncontrollably, and forcefully, all her distress erupted and shelost her lunch in heaves and waves of vomiting. Pepperoni pizza. She flushed the toilet several times as she sat on the floor waiting tofeel normal again. Finally she stood up shakily, gargled with peppermintmouthwash, and peered at herself in the mirror. "You look like a hot mess," she whispered to her reflection. Her skin,instead of its usual coppery brown, looked gray and mottled. She hadn'tcombed her hair all day, so it was a halo of tangles. November knew her mother would be home soon and would be angry to find outshe'd skipped school. She didn't care. Her thoughts were focused on thepackage in her backpack. Even though she knew the house was empty, shemade sure the bathroom door was locked. She dug the little purple and pinkbox out of her book bag and placed it on the sink. It seemed out of placein her mother's perfectly coordinated powder blue bathroom. With trembling hands she unwrapped the plastic and opened the box. Sheread the directions carefully. She looked out of the small bathroomwindow and watched the last of the early spring snow melting on the grass.Everything looked the same, but she knew in her heart that it was alldifferent now. November finally turned back to the little white tube in the box andfollowed the instructions, which were written, she noticed, in Spanishand French as well. Three minutes later the indicator silently screamedthe news that she already suspected. She was pregnant. Copyright © 2007 by Sharon M. Draper