Biggie is a five star read for anyone who ever chose the internet over a party.  Or liked a girl who shoplifted. Or thought they might die in P.E. class.  Okay, most people reading this headline will like this book.  

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Biggie is a five star read for anyone who ever chose the internet over a party.  Or liked a girl who shoplifted. Or thought they might die in P.E. class.  Okay, most people reading this headline will like this book.  

It isn’t very often that I give a five stars to a book, but Biggie by Derek E. Sullivan is one that definitely deserved the elusive high rating.  Real and funny and heartbreaking all at once, Biggie is a book with soul.  If you ever admitted that you would just rather eat, drink a Mountain Dew or five, and look at the internet than go out and do . . . well, anything, this might just be the book for you.  



Henry Abbot, Biggie, is happy with his rather solitary life until he pitches a perfect game of wiffle ball. That experience opens up possibilities in his mind, namely the possibility of getting his longtime crush, Annabelle, to go on a date with him. He hates sports, he is at least a hundred pounds overweight, and he cannot seem to speak coherently to anyone without the aid of a keyboard, but he thinks he might just be able to pitch a perfect game in baseball and win the respect of his home town.
I loved this book. Henry was one of those characters who just leapt off the pages for me. Since the bulk of this book is his inner monologue, it was hard for him to hide his true thoughts and feelings, and it was such an honest depiction of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Sometimes I really didn’t like him, and sometimes I just wanted to give him a big hug.  He is a character that I hated to see go when I turned the last page (even though it was three a.m. and I had to stand at the kitchen counter for the last fourth of the book because my reader battery died.  Even though the next day started at 5:30 a.m., and I was a really snappy and mean English teacher and, honestly, a cranky and mean mom as a result.  My kids may not have loved Biggie, but I still did — Henry was that good of a character).

I received an ARC of this gem of a book from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.  

Look for it in our classroom library on March 18, 2015!

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About queenbook

When the final bell rings, I stash those messy piles of essays and analysis assignments in a desk drawer and I head home to a pile of good books. My kids and dog eat too many chicken nuggets and the house could be neater, but as long as I get my daily read, I guess we are doing all right. When I was twelve and fifteen and eighteen and twenty, I believed I needed to get out there and do those things I had just been reading about, which ended in disaster, tears, a tattoo that scares me every time I catch a glimpse of it in the mirror, and the realization that some of us are meant for action, and some of us are meant to critique the pace of action in a book. I read primarily YA fiction as I have a rather hulking classroom library and a hundred high school readers to engage daily. Nothing makes me happier than coming to school and finding an impatient teenager waiting by my door to turn in a book and get another one just like it. I adore a good zombie, a medieval princess, or girl assassin (I would like them all in one book if you are a writer looking for some inspiration). I add historical mystery to my wish list a year in advance, and you should get out of my way when the next Outlander book comes out. I have an embarrassing fondness for rock star books, but only if they don’t get too trashy and embarrass me. My favorite book of all time is The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery. My book boyfriends include Gilbert Blythe, Alonzo Wilder, and Jamie Fraser. They are mine and you can’t have them.

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