Author: Nan Marino
Hardcover: 160 pages
Challenges: 2009 ARC Reading Challenge
From the back of the book:
Muscle Man McGinty is a squirrelly runt, a lying snake, and a pitiful excuse for a ten-year-old. The problem is that no one on Ramble Street knows it, but me.
Tamara Ann Simpson is tired of all the lies. And boy, oh boy, can Muscle Man McGinty tell some whoppers! When he does the unthinkable and challenges the entire block to a game of kickball, Tamara knows she’s found her opportunity to prove to everyone what a wormy little liar Muscle Man really is. Of course things would be a lot easier if her best friend Kebsie Grobser were here to help her…
It’s the summer of 1969 and the world is getting ready for a young man named Neil Armstrong to make history by walking on the moon. But change happens a bit more slowly in Massapequa Park, and it’ll take one giant leap for Tamara to understand the likes of Muscle Man McGinty.
I really enjoyed reading Neil Armstrong is My Uncle. For me, this book was a trip into the past to my own childhood. While the world of Indian Heights and that of Rumble Street were very different, and a good decade separated us, I could still cast the characters of the book with the kids from my own block. I was, of course, Tamara. I could totally relate to her, as I too never quite got the subtleties of the social game and all was black-and-white for me, as well. I had a few Muscle Men at various stages growing up, people who seem to come along with the world undeservedly on their side.
There are lucky people in the world, and then there are people who always seem to find themselves knee-deep in trouble. It’s not hard to guess which group I fall into.
If I were lucky, the morning of the us-against-Muscle Man game would be different. I’d wake up to singing birds and sushine, scarf down a bowl of Apple Jacks, and be the first one standing on the Rattles’ front lawn.
But I’m a “trouble” person. And that means I’m in deep water from the moment the day begins…
-page 54 in the ARE copy
Okay, so I’ve broke the three things hoped for in the publisher’s letter. I didn’t read it in one setting in a comfy chair, but in about 5 sits… and in the car, and on the beach, then in the car, and finally in my bed. I wasn’t born until 1973, so the trip to the moon was old hat by the time I was around, and I didn’t feel like calling anyone to ask them where they were. And the front cover is about as much interest as my young readers care about the book because the sun is shining and the waves were coming in and the fair is today… and “Come on Mom, why are you still typing?! We’re gonna miss the rides! I’m hungry! I want an elephant ear! Let’s go, already!”
But Neil Armstrong is My Uncle is a fun book that is supposedly for the 8-12 set, but I never felt like I was reading a kids book, to be honest. I just had a pleasant vacation into a safe past and for that I thank Nan Marino and Roaring Brook Press for the chance to read it :-) I give it 3.5 out of 5 stars. Oh, and be sure to heck out Nan Marino’s site at http://www.nanmarino.com/
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