Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Wish You Weren't Excerpt & Giveaway
I'm excited to be part of the blog tour for Wish You Weren't, a new middle grade novel by Sherrie Petersen. Today I've got a fun excerpt for you guys!
About WISH YOU WEREN’T:
Marten doesn't believe in the power of wishes. None of
his have ever come true. His parents ignore him, his little brother is a pain and his family
is talking about moving to Texas. Not cool. So when he makes an impulsive wish during
a meteor shower, he doesn't expect it to make any difference.
Until his annoying brother disappears.
With the present uncertain and his brother’s future in limbo, Marten finds himself stuck
in his past. And if he runs out of time, even wishes might not be enough to save the ones
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I knew my life was over the day my parents brought my brother home from the
hospital. Dad sat me down on the couch, smiling like he’d just won the lottery. He was
holding a bundle of blankets that smelled like a mixture of powder, poop and rubbing
alcohol. The smell made me nervous. Nobody had warned me about the smell.
Dad settled in beside me then loosened the blankets to give me my first look at the
baby. His puffy, scrunched up face turned red and without even opening his eyes, the
little booger started screaming.
Check out the rest of the excerpt after the jump:
“Marten, meet your brother Aldrin.” Dad stood up quickly and started walking back
and forth, swinging Al and making funny faces at him. But Aldrin wouldn’t shut up.
Some things never change.
I tried not to be disappointed. I mean, I had actually been excited about the idea of a
little brother. I figured it would be nice to have someone to play ball with, to share my
chores, to blame when stuff gets broken. But the thing is, when Dad pulled back that
blanket, Aldrin’s little red face kinda creeped me out. He was an ugly baby. Not that he
needed to be good looking for me to like him. But it might have helped. Because we also
had to deal with the smell. And the noise.
Dad put Aldrin over his shoulder and rubbed his back gently. My brother stopped
crying for a moment, then he let out this really loud burp. I would have laughed, except
this thick white stuff dribbled from his mouth and made a chunky trail down the back of
my dad’s shirt. Aldrin turned toward me and for a second it almost looked like he was
smiling. Then he started screaming again at the top of his lungs.
I put my hands over my ears and ran outside to my tree house.
Dad and I built this tree house in a huge oak tree in our back yard. My dad’s an
architect so it’s not like an ordinary tree house. To get inside you climb a narrow
staircase that wraps around the trunk. The tree house itself has two levels. The first floor
has a little table and some chairs and in one corner we added this pulley that lets you
haul things up or get down quickly. The top level is my lookout spot. You have to pull
yourself up through a trapdoor and there’s not a lot of space. I usually kept a few books
up there to read. It was my favorite spot in the world because it was all mine. I used to
spend a lot of time in that tree house.
Until Aldrin learned to climb the steps.
Dad always knew where to find me. That day when he brought Aldrin home, he sat
down beside the trunk and squinted up at where I sat in the lookout. He had changed his
“Aldrin went back to sleep,” he told me.
Like I cared.
He pulled some weeds from the base of the tree then folded his hands in his lap. “Can
you come down here for a minute, Marten?”
I slid down to the first floor, grabbed the pulley and lowered myself to the grass.
Dad pulled me into his lap and gave me a big hug. “Do you realize what an important
job it is to be a big brother?” He turned me around so that I was looking in his face.
“Aldrin is going to learn everything from you: how to walk, how to talk, how to play.
You’re going to be his hero. And that’s a big responsibility.”
Dad lifted my chin so I had to look in his face. “You’re five and a half years old. You
have to teach Aldrin what’s right and you have to protect him from all that’s wrong.” He
knitted his eyebrows and stared at me intently. “Do you think you’re up to the task?”
I hunched my shoulders and thought about the day my parents had told me they were
having another baby. I had helped them come up with the name. My mom’s always been
fascinated with space and I think when she was little she wanted to be an astronaut. Some
people assume that my parents named me after that weird animal that looks like a weasel,
but that would be kind of rude. My parents actually named me for the planet Mars.
Marten is just a Latin variation. Al’s name is simpler. We named him after my mom’s
favorite space explorer, Buzz Aldrin.
Dad was waiting for my answer. It was totally unfair in a way. I couldn’t exactly
say no. I didn’t want my parents to replace me with a big brother who was capable of
looking after someone younger. I wanted my dad to think I was good and strong and
responsible. I wanted to be a hero.
I nodded my head. Wish I could take that one back.