Synopses & Reviews
Chapter One"The ScarecrowsThe castle. Although it was only seven feet tall, it appeared oddly majestic with the sun rising in the east behind it. Its ornate spires glittered in the morning light, and the elongated shadows they cast ran across the tee-off mat, over the driveway, and pointed directly to Wedge's bedroom window like large arrows.Wedge was sitting on his bed, his pajamas still on, rubbing the drowsiness from his puffy eyes. He yawned as he rose and shuffled across the rippling linoleum more like an old man than a ten-year-old boy. The floor creaked and groaned under his weight. He stopped at the window, squinting at the castle. Wedge scowled at the golden turrets. "I feel like I'm waking up in "Disneyland," he said to himself, disgusted.It wasn't Disneyland. A far cry from it. Actually, it was King Arthur's Camelot -- Mayfield, Wisconsin's first and only miniature golf course.Arthur ("King") Simpson, Camelot's owner and Wedge's brand-new stepfather, had just opened the course at the end of the school year. Camelot was King's pride and joy. Wedge thought it was embarrassing. He couldn't understand why a grown man would pour his entire life into a minature golf course, go by the nickname King, or parade around in public in a plastic gold crown with fake jewels glued on. "Especially when he was married to your very own mother.It didn't make any sense to Wedge. Sometimes nothing made sense to Wedge. In fact, "most of the time nothing made sense to Wedge anymore.For openers, Wedge never understood why his real father had to take off before he was born and never come back. Wedge didn't even have a picture of him. And his mother's description of him -- when Wedge pressed her forone -- had a tendency to change from time to time. Drastically. Wedge wondered if she ever really got a good look at him.Wedge also never understood why, out of the entire male population of Mayfield, his mother had to choose King for a husband. Two of Wedge's friends -- Jackie DeRose and Eric Scheller -- had stepfathers, too. But that was different. Wedge wasn't exactly sure "how it was different, but he knew that it was. Maybe it had something to do with that stupid crown King always wore. (At least Jackie's stepdad had the decency to cover "his head with a Milwaukee Brewers cap.) Or maybe it was because acquiring King was a package deal -- along with him came his own son, Andrew.Whenever Wedge looked at Andrew (who was five), he was reminded of King. And whenever he looked at King (who was thirty-eight), he was reminded of Andrew. In Wedge's opinion they both bordered on pathetic. They were thin and pale with lanky arms that hung down the sides of their bodies like long curtains. Their arms even moved like curtains would -- floppy and smooth. And if the wind happened to be blowing, Wedge thought that they could pass for scarecrows -- sleeves waving wildly about, as if they had no arms at all.Their faces were almost white with pinkish splotches haphazardly cropping up here and there. The splotches turned deep red when King got angry or when Andrew was embarrassed. And their hair was like blond string, falling halfway down their faces in straight lines, partially covering their beaked noses. (Andrew's, incidentally, happened to be dripping quite frequently.)Pitiful, Wedge thought. Extremely pitiful.Wedge had physical problems of his own, but they were more tolerable; he looked almostnormal. Most obvious was the fact that Wedge was slightly overweight. Possibly more than slightly overweight. Wedge liked to eat and it showed.Wedge's other disability, only he, his mother, and his pediatrician knew about. The left side of his buttocks was completely covered with a large white spot. Doctor Harris said it was simply from a lack of pigment in his skin and that it was nothing to be alarmed about. The spot was in the shape of Texas, upside down.Wedge vowed that no one else would ever see his spot, except for his wife if he ever got married. Which was highly unlikely because most of the girls he knew were like Judith Mills. And that was bad news.Wedge was thinking that perhaps the spot meant that his real father was living in Texas somewhere, when his mother called from the hallway."Wedge! Andrew! Time for breakfast!""How can she sound so cheerful?" Wedge mumbled, taking one last look at the castle, before turning and heading for the good smells of the kitchen.It didn't make sense.Like everything else.Nothing. Ever. Made. Sense.When Wedge entered the kitchen, King and Andrew were already seated at the table eyeing stacks of steaming pancakes. Wedge could tell that King had done the cooking, because the pancakes were perfect, golden disks. Sallyalways made pancakes in the shapes of unidentifiable animals, which were usually broken, crumbled, or burned by the time they got to your plate. Wedge walked past his new father and brother without a word and sat at the far end of the table."Morning, Sally," Wedge said to his mother, who was waiting in her bright red robe by the stove for the teakettle to whistle. Her hair hung down past her shoulders, resembling spiral macaronispray-painted bronze."Morning, honey," she replied with a toothy smile. Like a cardinal, she flitted around the table and pecked the top of his head, her robe swooshing about her.For as long as he could remember, Wedge had always called his mother Sally. According to her, the terms mom, mother, and ma made her feel like an old lady. "Something I hope I never am, she said frequently."Does that mean you plan on dying young?" Wedge had asked once when he was in a temperamental mood and his mother's indignation at being called what she naturally was annoyed him. He even fleetingly pondered the possibility that she "wasn't his mother, but quickly dismissed the thought."No," she had answered, "it just means that I plan on staying young in spirit until I'm at least one hundred.
Review
"Henkes's handling of Wedge's problems is masterful." School Library Journal
Review
"Touching and funny." Publishers Weekly
Synopsis
It seemed to ten-year-old Wedge that most of the time nothing made sense anymore. Suddenly he had a brand-new stepfather and a five-year-old stepbrother, Andrew. He lived in a new house, far from his friends, and his bedroom window looked out on a seven-foot castle that marked the eighteenth hole of the miniature golf course his stepfather owned. He hated it.
Wedge does not easily let go of his anger, but the moment does come when things again begin to make sense. Kevin Henkes tells the story of Wedge's journey to understanding and acceptance with humor and sympathy.
Synopsis
It seemed to ten-year-old Wedge that most of the time nothing made sense anymore. Suddenly he had a brand-new stepfather and a five-year-old stepbrother, Andrew. He lived in a new house, far from his friends, and his bedroom window looked out on a seven-foot castle that marked the eighteenth hole of the miniature golf course his stepfather owned. He hated it.
Wedge does not easily let go of his anger, but the moment does come when things again begin to make sense. Kevin Henkes tells the story of Wedge's journey to understanding and acceptance with humor and sympathy.
About the Author
Kevin Henkes was awarded the 2005 Caldecott Medal for
Kitten's First Full Moon. He is the creator of several picture books featuring his mouse characters, including the #1
New York TimesBestseller
Wemberly Worried, the Caldecott Honor Book
Owen, and the beloved
Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse. Mr. Henkes also writes for older children. His novels include the Newbery Honor Book
Olive's Ocean, The Birthday Room,, and
Sun &Spoon. Kevin Henkes lives with his family in Madison, Wisconsin.
Kevin Henkes vive en Madison, Wisconsin. La primera luna llena de Gatitaes su trigesimocuarto libro para niÑos; todos fueron publicados por Greenwillow Books. Sus novelas incluyen el libro de Honor Newbery Olive's Ocean. Entre sus libros ilustrados se cuentan el Éxito de librerÍa No. 1 del New York TimesWemberly Worried, el libro de Honor Caldecott Owen, y el apreciado Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse.