{"product_id":"lily-and-dunkin-isbn-9780553536775","title":"Lily and Dunkin","description":"\u003cb\u003eNAMED  ONE OF THE BEST KIDS BOOKS OF THE YEAR by   NPR  • New York Public Library • JUNIOR   LIBRARY GUILD SELECTION • GOODREADS CHOICE AWARDS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor readers who enjoyed Wonder and Counting by 7's, award-winning author Donna Gephart crafts a compelling story   about two remarkable young people: Lily, a transgender girl, and Dunkin, a   boy dealing with bipolar disorder. Their powerful journey, perfect for fans   of \u003ci\u003eWonder\u003c\/i\u003e, will shred your   heart, then stitch it back together with kindness, humor, bravery, and   love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Lily Jo McGrother, born Timothy McGrother, is a girl. But being a girl is   not so easy when you look like a boy. Especially when you’re in the eighth   grade. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Dunkin Dorfman, birth name Norbert Dorfman, is dealing with bipolar   disorder and has just moved from the New Jersey town he’s called home for the   past thirteen years. This would be hard enough, but the fact that he is also   hiding from a painful secret makes it even worse.  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e One summer morning, Lily Jo McGrother meets Dunkin Dorfman, and their lives   forever change.\u003cb\u003eOne of YALSA's Best Fiction for Young Adults \u003cbr\u003e One of YALSA's Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Adult Readers\u003cbr\u003e One of ALA's Rainbow Book List -- GLBTQ Books for Children \u0026amp;   Teens\u003cbr\u003e Rainbow Awards Winner of Best Transgender Book \u003cbr\u003e An Indie Next Pick \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Gephart clearly has a lot of heart, and   she tells their stories with compassion.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A thoughtfully and sensitively written work of character-driven   fiction that dramatically addresses two important subjects that deserve more   widespread attention.\" —\u003ci\u003eBooklist,\u003c\/i\u003e starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Gephart sympathetically contrasts the physical awkwardness, uncertainty,   and longings of these two outsiders during a few tightly-plotted months,   building to a crescendo of revelation…[A] valuable portrait of two teenagers   whose journeys are just beginning.” —\u003ci\u003ePW\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Gephart has written a story that will speak not just to one specific   community, but to humanity as a whole... This would be a fantastic   addition to any middle grade library collection, and is highly recommended   for all ages.\" —\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"Lily and Dunkin is a delight. Here’s a book for anyone who’s   ever struggled with being different--or anyone who’s ever loved someone who   bears the burden of difference. . . . Crucial, heart-breaking, and inspiring.”   —Jennifer Finney Boylan, author of \u003ci\u003eShe’s Not There\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eStuck   in the Middle with You\u003c\/i\u003eDonna Gephart’s award-winning novels are packed with humor and heart. They include \u003ci\u003eDeath by Toilet Paper\u003c\/i\u003e; \u003ci\u003eOlivia Bean, Trivia Queen\u003c\/i\u003e; \u003ci\u003eHow to Survive Middle-School\u003c\/i\u003e; and \u003ci\u003eAs if Being 12-3\/4 Isn’t Bad Enough, My Mother Is Running for President! \u003c\/i\u003eDonna is a popular speaker at schools, conferences, and book festivals. For reading guides, resources, writing tips, and more, visit donnagephart.com.Girl\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eLily Jo is not my name. Yet.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBut I’m working on that.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThat’s why I’m in the closet. Literally in my mom’s walk-in closet, with Meatball at my heels.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI scratch under Meatball’s chin, and his tiny pink tongue pokes out the side of his mouth. He’s adorable like that.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Practice,” I tell Meatball. “Only six days until school starts.” I have to do this. I can’t. Have to. Can’t. I almost feel my best friend (okay, my only friend), Dare, push me toward the dresses.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThinking about my plan for the first day of eighth grade makes my stomach drop, like I plunged over the crest of a roller coaster at Universal Studios. I’m sure not one other person going to Gator Lake Middle is dealing with what I am, probably not one other person in the entire state of Florida. Statistically, I know that’s not true, because I looked up a lot of information on the Internet, but it feels that way sometimes.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMeatball’s wagging his stubby tail so hard his whole body shakes. I wish the world were made of dogs. They love you one hundred percent of the time, no matter what.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“I’ve got one for you,” I tell Meatball as I pull a hanger from the rack. “The past, the present and the future all walk into a bar.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI examine the summery red fabric. The tiny white flower print. I remember being with Mom when she bought this dress.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Ready for the punch line?”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMeatball looks up at me with his big brown eyes, dark fur falling into them.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“It was tense.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eSilence.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHolding the dress to my chest, I say, “The past, the present and the future all walk into a bar. It was tense. Get it?”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMeatball tilts his head, as though he’s trying hard to understand. I scratch under his chin to let him know he’s such a good dog and I’m a total dork for telling a grammar joke to an animal.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThen I focus on the dress.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“These are lilies of the valley,” Mom said, pointing to the flowers when we were in the store. She held the dress to her cheek for a moment. “Those were my favorite flowers when I was growing up in Burlington, New Jersey. We had them in the garden in front of our house, near the pink azalea bushes. They smelled so good!”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI sniff the flowers now, as though the tiny, bell-shaped blossoms will smell like anything other than a dress. “I’m glad Dad’s at Publix,” I tell Meatball. “And Mom’s at her studio. Gives me time to put the first part of my plan into action. The practicing part.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHalf of me is so excited I could explode. It feels good to finally be doing this. The other half--where other people’s voices jam together in my brain--is terrified. Excited. Terrified. Yup, those are the right words.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI take off my pajamas and let the dress slide over my head and body. The silky lining feels smooth and soft against my skin. It’s hard to get the zipper up in the back. I consider going to Sarah’s room and asking for help, but decide to do it myself, even though I know she’d help me.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eWhen I was little, I tried on one of Sarah’s old dresses and loved how it felt. How I felt in it. When Mom came home from work that day, she laughed and made me whirl and twirl. Even Dad laughed. Back then.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“What do you think?” I ask Meatball while I twirl, feeling the skirt of the dress drift up, then back down against my legs.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMeatball barks.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“I’ll take that as an approval.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHe barks again.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Or you might have to pee.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI slip into Mom’s sandals, barely believing my feet have now grown as large as hers, but they have.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIn her full-length mirror, I see how the top of the dress bags out. If only I had something up there to fill it out, like Mom and Sarah do. I consider grabbing one of Mom’s bras and stuffing it with socks, to see how it would look. How it would feel.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eA blaring car horn shatters my thoughts.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMeatball barks.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eScooping him under my arm, I put my face up close to his. “Come on. Let’s help Dad carry in the groceries.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHe licks my nose.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Oh, Meatball, your breath is so bad.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHe nuzzles into my arm.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“But your heart is so good.” I kiss the top of his head. “Hope Dad remembered Pop-Tarts. Breakfast of champions.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAs we rush down the stairs, I hear Sarah’s bedroom door open behind me. When we reach the bottom, I let Meatball down, then hurry to the front door and fling it open.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eDad’s bent over, grabbing bags from the trunk of his car. I walk down the path to help. It’s so bright and sunny, I have to shield my eyes with my forearm, but I can make out the back of Dad’s T-shirt: The King Pines. I laugh out loud, realizing it was probably supposed to read The King Pins for one of the local bowling teams. Dad and his mom, Grandmom Ruth, run a T-shirt screen-printing business--We’ve Got You Covered--and sometimes orders get messed up.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBecause Dad hates to waste anything, we all end up wearing his mistakes. My favorite was when a group of senior citizens asked Dad to make matching shirts for their upcoming vacation with the words The Bus Trippers. Dad goofed on the spacing, and the shirts ended up as The Bu Strippers. He had to redo the whole order. Those shirts got tossed, though, because Dad said there was no way any of us were wearing those rejects. It’s funny how one little letter can make such a big difference to the meaning.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eGrandpop Bob, who started the business with Grandmom Ruth about a million years ago, used to say, “Words have the power to change the world. Use them carefully.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAfter two years without him, I still miss him and his wise words.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI’m reaching my hand out to help when Dad turns toward me, each of his hands loaded with grocery bags.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI hold my breath, hoping Dad understands how much this means to me. Hoping that this time will be different, that--\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Timothy! What the hell are you doing?”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI deflate like a week-old balloon. Practicing, Dad. I’m practicing being me.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“You know the rule,” he says, letting out a huge breath. “You can’t be outside the house dressed like that.” Dad shifts the bags in his hands. “Where’s your mother?”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI let my arms fall slack to my sides. I wouldn’t have the energy to carry in the groceries now, if I wanted to. And I certainly don’t have the energy to answer Dad. He should know Mom’s at her yoga studio. It’s not my job to remind him of her schedule.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Go back in the house, Tim.” Dad sounds like the air has leaked out of him, too. I hate that I caused it. “What if one of your classmates sees you? Imagine how they’d make fun of you when school starts. Get in now. Go.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThey already make fun of me, Dad.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHe looks around. “Someone’s coming. Hurry.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI glance along the sidewalk. Someone is coming. A boy, carrying a Dunkin’ Donuts bag and grooving to some music only he can hear. I love the way he doesn’t seem to care how he looks, dance-walking outside like that. He could be in a commercial for Dunkin’ Donuts: “happy-looking, doughnut-carrying boy.” I wish I felt that happy. I wish--\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Go!” Dad says.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI should walk back inside. Make it easier for Dad. Make it easier for myself.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBut I don’t.","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300379709669,"sku":"NP9780553536775","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553536775.jpg?v=1767731484","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/lily-and-dunkin-isbn-9780553536775","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}