Merci Suárez Can't Dance

by Meg Medina Narrated by Frankie Corzo

Overview

Notes From Your Bookseller

In this endearing follow-up to Newbery Medal-winning Merci Suarez Changes Gears, Merci is put in charge of her school’s Heart Ball, but there is one big problem — she can’t dance! Merci Suarez Can’t Dance is a sweet and clever read about navigating all the ups and downs of middle school, family life and believing in yourself.

In Meg Medina's follow-up to her Newbery Medal-winning novel, Merci takes on seventh grade, with all its travails of friendship, family, love-and finding your rhythm.

Seventh grade is going to be a real trial for Merci Suárez. For science she's got no-nonsense Mr. Ellis, who expects her to be a smart as her brother, Roli. She's been assigned to co-manage the tiny school store with Wilson Bellevue, a boy she barely knows, but whom she might actually like. And she's tangling again with classmate Edna Santos, who is bossier and more obnoxious than ever now that she is in charge of the annual Heart Ball.

One thing is for sure, though: Merci Suárez can't dance-not at the Heart Ball or anywhere else. Dancing makes her almost as queasy as love does, especially now that Tía Inés, her merengue-teaching aunt, has a new man in her life. Unfortunately, Merci can't seem to avoid love or dance for very long. She used to talk about everything with her grandfather, Lolo, but with his Alzheimer's getting worse each day, whom can she trust to help her make sense of all the new things happening in her life? The Suárez family is back in a touching, funny story about growing up and discovering love's many forms, including how we learn to love and believe in ourselves.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

★ 03/01/2021

Newbery Medalist Medina artfully chronicles another year of highs and lows in the life of Cuban American middle schooler Merci Suárez via this winning sequel to Merci Suárez Changes Gears. Now a seventh grader, 12-year-old Merci has taken on more responsibilities at home and at school, including caring for her beloved grandfather, Lolo, as his Alzheimer’s advances, and managing the school store with her classmate, “human calculator” Wilson Bellevue, a quiet Cajun and Creole boy who wears a foot brace. But when Miss McDaniels drafts the entrepreneurial Merci to sell tickets for the Heart Ball—and cooperate with her former nemesis, Edna Santos—Merci must learn to step outside her comfort zone and onto the dance floor. Medina continues to build on the stellar character work of the first book, balancing laugh-out-loud one-liners (“Buy a Heart Ball ticket if you have absolutely nothing better to do in this sad life”) with vulnerability (“People... vanish, sometimes a little at a time. One day Lolo won’t know how to move his legs. One day soon, he won’t be able to dance”). This is a sequel of the finest quality, perfectly capturing the feelings of awkward first crushes (“Did he say I look nice? Or did he say I look like a rodent? I can’t decide”) and evolving friendships. Ages 9–12. Agent: Jennifer Rofé, Andrea Brown Literary. (Apr.)

From the Publisher

…Frankie Corzo manages to deliver a believable portrayal of a working-class Latina middle schooler who feels out of place in her predominantly wealthy, white private school. Corzo's remarkable range takes listeners on an emotional roller coaster ride as Merci Suárez navigates her first crush while challenging racist bullies, grappling with economic inequality, and confronting significant changes in family dynamics, specifically her brother's departure for college, her beloved aunt's new relationship, and her grandpa's battle with Alzheimer's. Don't miss this!”
—AudioFile Magazine

“Narrator Frankie Corzo returns to narrate the sequel to Meg Medina’s 2018 Newbery Medal–winning novel, Merci Suárez Changes Gears. … With an even pace and light tone, Corzo makes Merci’s struggles with friendships, responsibility, school, crushes, and jealousy easily relatable to all listeners. While Merci has a neutral American accent, Corzo seamlessly transitions between English and Spanish words, perfectly delineating the Spanish accents of Merci’s family and creating a realistic portrayal of a young Cuban American’s life.”
—Booklist

“Merci returns for another year of challenges and triumphs at home and at Seaward Pines Academy...Merci’s maturity and growth are as engaging and compelling as they were in the author’s Newbery Medal winner, Merci Suárez Changes Gears (2018). The cast is broadly diverse; Merci and her family are Cuban American, Edna is Dominican, and Creole and Cajun Wilson has a physical disability. An uplifting sequel told with heart and humor.”
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“In this sequel to the Newbery-winning Merci Suárez Changes Gears (2018), 12-year-old Merci takes on growing responsibilities both within her family and as a seventh-grader...Filled with the familiar, laugh-out-loud humor from the first title, this sequel will quickly pull readers, both returning and new, into Merci’s world... Fans of Merci will root for her as they are immersed in her vibrant world full of unique characters and heartfelt surprises.”
—Booklist (starred review)

“Newbery Medalist Medina artfully chronicles another year of highs and lows in the life of Cuban American middle schooler Merci Suárez via this winning sequel to Merci Suárez Changes Gears. . . Medina continues to build on the stellar character work of the first book, balancing laugh-out-loud one-liners (“Buy a Heart Ball ticket if you have absolutely nothing better to do in this sad life”) with vulnerability. . . This is a sequel of the finest quality, perfectly capturing the feelings of awkward first crushes (“Did he say I look nice? Or did he say I look like a rodent? I can’t decide”) and evolving friendships.”
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Funny, heartwarming”
—Horn Book (starred review)

“A joyous celebration of family and friendship.”
—Shelf Awareness (starred review)

“Meg Medina is the author I studied, and still study, to learn how to write for children. Her ear is impeccable; the way she captures not only dialogue but also communicates adolescent feelings without being condescending nor pitching extra soft softballs. Few people get the balance of writing about and for teens right.”
—Elizabeth Acevedo, New York Times bestselling author

“Now in seventh grade, Merci Suárez finds that a new school year means new responsibilities and challenges. . .The struggles with friendships, responsibility, school, crushes, and jealousy that Merci and her friends face will strike a chord with many readers. . .The plot moves along at a consistent and page-turning pace, and as usual Medina’s characters are excellently written and developed. Medina also touches on racism and how shared cultural heritage can bring people together unexpectedly. . . Fans of Merci Suárez Changes Gears will love watching how Merci and those around her grow. This sequel doesn’t disappoint and is an essential purchase for all collections.”
—School Library Journal

“Merci continues to be a vivid and dimensional character, strong-minded and capable but also believably twelve (her mother asks the inevitable question “What’s wrong with you these days?”) and credibly nervous about moving out of her comfort zone. . . . The book is dedicated to “Merci fans who wanted to know what happened next,” and hopefully there are more volumes of “next” to come for sparky Merci.”
—Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

“In Merci Suárez Can’t Dance, life for Merci hasn’t changed much on the outside, but inside things are astir. . . . This novel, like the first, makes a point of modeling a strong and loving family life for readers ages 9-13. People in the Suárez households work hard, help one another and defer gratification.”
—The Wall Street Journal

“This is a heartwarming book about a beautiful family and a young girl trying to make sense of middle grade.”
—Book Riot

School Library Journal

03/01/2021

Gr 4–7—Now in seventh grade, Merci Suárez finds that a new school year means new responsibilities and challenges. Merci has been enlisted to work in the school store alongside her classmate Wilson, who she might have a crush on, and is still at odds with classmate Edna, who is planning the Heart Ball and maybe stealing one of Merci's best friends. At home, Merci feels unprepared for the changes in her family: Her grandfather's Alzheimer's is worsening, and Tía Inez has started dating. At heart, Merci remains true to the character readers met in Merci Suárez Changes Gears and has grown alongside her readership. However, seventh grade Merci is not without her flaws. She and Edna still don't get along, and she spies on Tía Inez even when she isn't supposed to. When Merci is roped into running a photography booth at the Heart Ball and the equipment breaks, she tries to solve the problem herself instead of telling an adult. The struggles with friendships, responsibility, school, crushes, and jealousy that Merci and her friends face will strike a chord with many readers. A subplot about Tía Inez keeping dance classes alive for neighborhood kids who have nowhere to go after school serves as a subtle reminder of Merci's Cuban American heritage and the socioeconomic status of families in Merci's neighborhood versus at school. The plot moves along at a consistent and page-turning pace, and as usual Medina's characters are excellently written and developed. Medina also touches on racism and how shared cultural heritage can bring people together unexpectedly. VERDICT Fans of Merci Suárez Changes Gears will love watching how Merci and those around her grow. This sequel doesn't disappoint and is an essential purchase for all collections.—Liz Anderson, DC P.L.

MAY 2021 - AudioFile

Given its target audience and its perennial themes of changing bodies, preteen lit can be a challenging genre. It can be an even more challenging genre to narrate because tweens can smell a phony from miles away. But Frankie Corzo manages to deliver a believable portrayal of a working-class Latina middle schooler who feels out of place in her predominantly wealthy, white private school. Corzo’s remarkable range takes listeners on an emotional roller coaster ride as Merci Suárez navigates her first crush while challenging racist bullies, grappling with economic inequality, and confronting significant changes in family dynamics, specifically her brother’s departure for college, her beloved aunt’s new relationship, and her grandpa’s battle with Alzheimer’s. Don’t miss this! G.P. © AudioFile 2021, Portland, Maine

Kirkus Reviews

★ 2021-01-12
Merci returns for another year of challenges and triumphs at home and at Seaward Pines Academy.

Life is a little different for Merci Suárez in seventh grade. Her older brother, Roli, is off at college; her grandfather Lolo’s Alzheimer’s is more pronounced; and she has to regularly babysit her Tía Inés’ spirited young twins. Merci is also assigned to manage the school store with math whiz Wilson Bellevue, a quiet classmate who she realizes is not obnoxious like other boys. When Merci and Wilson are expected to sell tickets to the Valentine’s Day Heart Ball, she must interact with a slightly-less-mean Edna Santos, who’s running the dance and unexpectedly getting closer to Hannah, one of Merci’s best friends. Medina continues to tenderly explore issues such as multigenerational immigrant family dynamics, managing the responsibilities of home and school, and learning how to navigate changing friendships and first crushes. Merci’s maturity and growth are as engaging and compelling as they were in the author’s Newbery Medal winner, Merci Suárez Changes Gears (2018). The cast is broadly diverse; Merci and her family are Cuban American, Edna is Dominican, and Creole and Cajun Wilson has a physical disability.

An uplifting sequel told with heart and humor. (Fiction. 9-13)

Product Details

BN ID:	2940175305938
Publisher:	Brilliance Audio
Publication date:	04/06/2021
Series:	Merci Suárez Series , #2
Edition description:	Unabridged
Age Range:	8 - 11 Years

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1

To think, only yesterday I was in chancletas, sipping lemonade and watching my twin cousins run through the sprinkler in the yard. Now, I’m here in Mr. ­Patchett’s class, sweating in my polyester school blazer and waiting for this torture to be over.
   We’re only halfway through ­health and PE when he adjusts his tight collar and says, “Time to go.”
   I stand up and push in my chair, like we’re always supposed to, grateful that picture day means that class ends early. At least we won’t have to start reading the first chapter in the textbook: “I’m OK, You’re OK: On ­Differences as We ­Develop.”
   ­Gross.
   “­Coming, Miss ­Suárez?” he asks me as he flips off the lights.
   That’s when I realize I’m the only one still waiting for him to tell us to line up. ­Everyone else has already headed out the door.
   This is sixth grade, so there won’t be one of the PTA moms walking us down to the photographer. Last year, our escort pumped us up by gushing the ­whole way about how handsome and beautiful we all looked on the first day of school, which was a stretch since a few of us had mouthfuls of braces or big gaps between our front teeth.
   But that’s over now. Here at ­Seaward ­Pines ­Academy, sixth-graders don’t have the same teacher all day, like Miss ­Miller in the fifth grade. Now we have homerooms and lockers. We switch classes. We can finally try out for sports teams.
   And we know how to get ourselves down to picture day just ­fine —​­ ​­or at least the rest of my class does. I grab my new book bag and hurry out to join the others.
   It’s a wall of heat out here. It won’t be a far walk, but August in ­Florida is brutal, so it doesn’t take long for my glasses to fog up and the curls at my ­temples to spring into tight coils. I try my best to stick to the shade near the building, but it’s hopeless. The slate path that winds to the front of the gym cuts right across the quad, where there’s not a ­single scrawny palm tree to shield us. It makes me wish we had one of those ­thatch-​­roof walkways that my grandfather Lolo can build out of fronds.
   “How do I look?” someone asks.
   I dry my lenses on my shirttail and glance over. We’re all in the same uniform, but some of the girls got special hairdos for the occasion, I notice. A few were even ­flat-​­ironed; you can tell from the ­little burns on their necks. Too bad they don’t have some of my curls. Not that everyone appreciates them, of course. Last year, a kid named ­Dillon said I look like a lion, which was fine with me, since I love those big cats. Mami is always nagging me about keeping it out of my eyes, but she doesn’t know that hiding behind it is the best part. This morning, she slapped a ­school-​­issue headband on me. All it’s done so far is give me a headache and make my glasses sit crooked.
   “Hey,” I say. “It’s a broiler out here. I know a shortcut.”
   The girls stop in a glob and look at me. The path I’m pointing to is clearly marked with a sign.
Maintenance crews only.
No students beyond this point.
   No one in this crowd is much for breaking ­rules, but sweat is already beading above their glossed lips, so maybe they’ll be ­sensible. They’re looking to one another, but mostly to Edna ­Santos.
   “Come on, Edna,” I say, deciding to go straight to the top. “It’s faster, and we’re melting out here.”
   She frowns at me, considering the options. She may be a teacher’s pet, but I’ve seen Edna bend a ­rule or two. ­Making faces outside our classroom if she’s on a bathroom pass. ­Changing an answer for a friend when we’re ­self-​­checking a quiz. How much worse can this be?
   I take a step closer. Is she taller than me now? I pull back my shoulders just in case. She looks older somehow than she did in June, when we were in the same class. ­Maybe it’s the blush on her cheeks or the mascara that’s making ­little raccoon ­circles under her eyes? I try not to stare and just go for the big guns.
   “You want to look sweaty in your picture?” I say.
­   Cha-​­ching.
   In no time, I’m leading the pack of us along the gravel path. We cross the maintenance parking lot, dodging debris. Back here is where ­Seaward hides the riding mowers and all the other untidy equipment they need to make the campus look like the brochures. Papi and I parked here last summer when we did some painting as a trade for our book fees. I don’t tell anyone that, though, because Mami says it’s “a private matter.” But mostly, I keep quiet because I’m trying to erase the memory. ­Seaward’s gym is ginormous, so it took us three ­whole days to paint it. Plus, our school colors are ­fire-​­engine red and gray. You know what happens when you stare at bright red too long? You start to see green balls in front of your eyes every time you look away. Hmpf. Try doing detail work in that blinded condition. For all that, the school should give me and my brother, Roli, a ­whole library, not just a few measly textbooks. Papi had other ideas, of course. “Do a good job in here,” he insisted, “so they know we’re serious ­people.” I hate when he says that. Do ­people think we’re clowns? It’s like we’ve always got to prove something.
   ­Anyway, we make it to the gym in half the time. The back door is propped open, the way I knew it would be. The head custodian keeps a milk crate jammed in the door frame so he can read his paper in peace when no one’s looking.
   “This way,” I say, using my take-charge voice. I’ve been trying to perfect it, since it’s never too early to work on your corporate leadership skills, according to the manual Papi got in the mail from the chamber of commerce, along with the ­what-​­to-​­do-​­in-​­a-​­hurricane guidelines.
   So far, it’s working. I walk us along back rooms and even past the boys’ locker room, which smells like bleach and dirty socks. When we reach a set of ­double doors, I pull them open proudly. I’ve saved us all from that awful trudge through the heat.
   “­Ta-​­da,” I say.
   ­Unfortunately, as soon as we step inside, it’s obvious that I’ve landed us all in ­hostile territory.
   The older grades have gathered on this side of the gym for picture day, and the door’s loud squeak has made everyone turn in our direction to stare. They don’t look happy to have “the ­little kids” in their midst. My mouth goes dry. They’re a lot bigger than we are, for one thing. ­Ninth-graders at least. I look around for my brother, hoping for some cover, but then I remember that Roli got his fancy senior portraits taken in July at a nice ­air-​­conditioned studio at the mall. He won’t be in here at all today. He’ll be helping in the science lab, as usual, and working on all his college applications in between.
   So here we are, trapped thanks to me.

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