Elle of the Ball
Elle of the Ball
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Annotation: Having shot up to six feet tall over the summer, seventh-grader Elle not only has trouble controlling her limbs on the basketball court, she dreads the upcoming school cotillion.
Catalog Number: #154591
Format: Publisher's Hardcover
All Formats: Search
Copyright Date: 2018
Edition Date: 2018
Pages: viii, 148 pages
Availability: Available
ISBN: 1-534-41231-X
ISBN 13: 978-1-534-41231-6
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2017061005
Dimensions: 22 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist
As a six-foot-tall seventh-grader, Elle Deluca is constantly asked, "Do you play basketball?" She does, but when her coach moves her from starting shooting guard to center, it makes Elle question her place on the team. She's grown so much lately that her feet seem to always be where they shouldn't, and that's causing trouble for Elle off the court, too. She's dreading having to learn to dance (with boys) in gym class and then perform at the upcoming cotillion. Furthermore, she hates wearing dresses and puts off her mother's efforts to go shopping until there's little time left. In this first book in her middle-grade Hoops series, Delle Donne introduces Elle, her teammates, her family, and close guy friend, Blake. Although it's nice to see a multicultural cast of characters, her diverse team seems a bit contrived for a small private school in Delaware. To her credit, Delle Donne includes a physically and mentally challenged character inspired by her own sister.
Horn Book
The WNBA-player author's new series features seventh grader Elle, who's six feet tall. She's destined to play basketball--which she does and loves--but Elle is also a normal kid, juggling basketball with other obligations and fretting about her height and its impact on her life. Elle is a likable character: a little clumsy, a little goofy, but a good role model for girls.
Publishers Weekly
Donne-a professional basketball player, youth coach, and author of the memoir My Shot (which publishes simultaneously)-taps into her knowledge of the game and her insight into aspiring players in this first book in the Hoops series. As basketball season opens, Elle Deluca has skyrocketed to a height of six feet and outgrown her clothes; she now towers over the seventh-grade boys, including her ballroom dancing partner for the upcoming cotillion. Rather than boosting her confidence as a basketball player, Elle-s growth causes high anxiety: -I grew ten feet overnight and became a total klutz,- she says, and she suspects that her coach has assigned her to the demanding position of starting center because of her stature, rather than her skill. While avoiding melodrama, Donne humorously portrays Elle-s adjustment to her changing body and her increasing self-confidence and positivity. Play-by-play basketball action, friendship subplots, and the inspiration Elle draws from her older sister (who is deaf and blind and has autism and cerebral palsy) round out this engaging novel. Ages 8-12. Agent: Jennifer Keene and Erin Kane, Octagon. (Mar.)
School Library Journal
Gr 36 Elle has always been tall, but as she enters seventh grade she is already six feet. It is a good thing she loves playing basketball since that is all anyone ever asks her about when they meet her. With her new extra height, she is moving from a guard to center this year. Along with learning a new position, she is adjusting to her new height, making her feel like she will never be coordinated again. Elle is also dealing with her school's annual cotillion in which she will have to dance with a boy for the first time ever. As the tween protests being forced to wear a dress and dance for a grade, she learns that her friends and her family love her for who she is and that she is more capable than she believes. The author, a former WNBA MVP and Olympic gold medalist, keeps the basketball jargon in check and believable for this age group. Readers will be eager to see where the rest of the series takes Elle and her teammates. VERDICT The author's name may draw some recognition from big WNBA fans, but the diverse cast and timely subject matter for girls in middle grades are what will make this a strong choice for middle grades sports collections. Carli Sauer, Carmel Middle School, IN
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Word Count: 23,633
Reading Level: 4.3
Interest Level: 3-6
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.3 / points: 3.0 / quiz: 196060 / grade: Middle Grades
Lexile: 650L
Guided Reading Level: U
Fountas & Pinnell: U
Elle of the Ball

1



My Height Is Ruining My Life!


When you are tall for your age--not just a little tall, but extremely tall--there is one question that everybody asks you: "Do you play basketball?"

People had been asking me that question ever since third grade, when I was so tall that I looked like I belonged in sixth grade. It used to annoy me. Just because I was tall, I was supposed to like basketball? And automatically be good at it? It didn't seem fair. I was tall, so I was destined to play basketball, whether I liked it or not.

So I guess it's good that I actually ended up liking basketball. That's because of my brother, Jim. He's five years older than I am, and he's really into sports. In our house there was always some kind of game on TV, and so I grew up watching Michael Jordan in the NBA and Sheryl Swoopes in the WNBA. We also had a basketball hoop in our driveway, so Jim taught me how to shoot, and when I got good at it we'd play against each other.

When I was in fifth grade, I joined the basketball team at school, and I'd been playing ever since. I'd been growing ever since, too. By the summer I was twelve years old, I'd shot up to six feet tall.

That's right. Six feet. In seventh grade, most people are around five feet tall. That made me taller than every single kid in my grade, including the boys, and I was even taller than some of my teachers! I could barely fit in any of the desks in any classroom, so my knees were constantly banging into the bottom of my desk. And since I'd shot up a few inches in just a few months, I felt like I was in some alien body. My legs and arms just wanted to do things all on their own.

There was only one good thing about constantly growing. It meant I had to keep buying new basketball shoes--and while I didn't care much about fashion, I was totally obsessed with basketball shoes. My newest pair had a herringbone pattern on the outsole for extra traction, a padded heel, and a lime green stripe and laces, which perfectly matched my green and yellow basketball uniform.

I was lacing up my new shoes in the locker room on the first day of basketball practice when my best friend, Avery, noticed them.

"Nice kicks," she said with a nod. "They're new, right?"

"Yeah, I outgrew my last pair in, like, three months," I replied. "Mom wasn't too thrilled to have to buy a new pair so soon, but what could she do? I mean, it's not my fault that I have enormous clown feet."

Avery laughed. "You do not have clown feet. They're in proportion to your body."

"Well, they feel like clown feet," I said, jumping up. "I keep tripping over them. Over my own feet. Have you ever done that?"

"No," Avery said. "But once I tied my shoelaces together by accident and I fell flat on my face."

I giggled. "No way!"

"Way," Avery replied. "It was not fun."

We both moved to the mirror, where I pulled my long blond hair back into a ponytail. Avery's hair was normally curly, but for basketball season she wore it in tight braids that went along the side of her head and hung down her back. The summer had turned me into a tall, gangly, pale beanpole (Mom's a sunscreen freak), but Avery had come back to school looking gorgeous, with contacts in her big brown eyes and a glowing tone to her brown skin. We looked so different that you might not believe we were best friends, but we had been since first grade, when we bonded over a mutual love of pizza and the Powerpuff Girls.

"Elle, you're frowning," Avery said, noticing my expression in the mirror. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little nervous, I guess," I replied.

"What's there to be nervous about?" she asked. She looked around the locker room, where the other girls on the team were getting ready. "This is Spring Meadow. Everybody's going to make the team."

"I know," I said. "I'm just off my game right now."

"Are you kidding?" Avery said. "You're one of the best players we've got. There's nothing to worry about."

"I guess," I said, letting out an anxious breath.

We headed out to the school gym. Spring Meadow School was a small private school in Wilmington, Delaware. It was a K-12 school with only about fifty kids in each grade. So it was pretty amazing that we had ten girls interested in being on the basketball team.

I had been playing with most of the girls since fifth grade. Hannah Chambal and Natalie Saunders were best friends, and they were also both really nice. Caroline Lindgren was nice too, but she was one of our weaker players and spent most of her time on the bench. Bianca Hidalgo, Tiff Kalifeh, and Dina Garcia were all pretty tight with one another, and they were all good players. Patrice Ramirez was the daughter of our coach.

The only girl I hadn't played with yet was Amanda O'Connor. I'd heard that Coach Ramirez had convinced her to join the team this year, after Molly Porter moved away. Amanda was on the shorter side, and I didn't think she was sporty. She came to Spring Meadow a year ago, and she joined the choir and I think the school band, too. So I was a little curious to see what kind of an athlete she was.

We all started stretching to warm up, dressed in our practice uniforms: green shorts with a yellow stripe down the side, and green T-shirts with "Nighthawks" in yellow letters across the front, and a yellow bird on the back.

Coach Ramirez came out of her office and strolled onto the gym. She coached the middle school teams for Spring Meadow. For fifth and sixth grade, we'd been coached by Coach Friedman, a sixth-grade math teacher. He was so quiet that his nickname was "Coach Mouse." So I wondered what Coach Ramirez was like.

The first thing I learned was that she was not quiet at all.

"Good afternoon, Nighthawks!" Coach Ramirez said loudly. "Line up for me, please, two rows, five and five!"

We scrambled onto the gym floor. She had that kind of voice that made you hustle when she told you to do something. I ended up in the last row with Avery on my right and Amanda on my left.

"Give me ten squats!" Coach Ramirez ordered.

I dropped and started the warm-up. It felt good to be moving, and I could feel my nerves dropping away. We followed the squats with some old-school push-ups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks.

I glanced over at Amanda to see how she was doing. She had her reddish-brown hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her freckled cheeks were turning pink, but she was keeping up with everyone else.

"Nice job!" Coach called out when we finished our last jumping jack. "Welcome to the first day of practice. Today we're going to do some drills so I can figure out what positions you'll all be playing this year."

Bianca raised her hand. "Why can't we play the same positions we played last year?" she asked.

"Because Coach Friedman chose those positions, not me," Coach Ramirez replied. "I've seen most of you play, and I know what you can do, but a lot can change over the summer. Just look at Elle. She must have grown a foot since last year. She's going to be a monster on the court."

I could feel my own cheeks getting pink. Now everyone was expecting me to be great--just because I had suddenly become supersized. A "monster," Coach had called me. Nice.

Coach Ramirez pointed to the end of the court nearest her. A bunch of orange cones had been lined up on the end line, behind the basket.

"This drill is called twenty-one cones," she said. "Stay with the lines you're in now, and line up on the other end of the court."

Following her instructions, we formed two lines, one on each side of the free throw line. Avery, me, Amanda, Caroline, and Patrice stood on the left side. Tiff, Bianca, Dina, Hannah, and Natalie lined up on the right. Coach Ramirez tossed a basketball to Avery and one to Tiff.

"Here's how this one works. Shoot from the free throw line. If you make the shot, run to the other end of the court and grab a cone. Then bring it with you back to the line. The team that gets the most cones wins," she explained. "Got it?"

"Yes, Coach!" we all replied.

I stretched my arms, ready for action. Now that competition was in the mix, I was more eager than ever to do a good job.

Coach Ramirez put the whistle to her mouth.

Tweeeeeet!

Avery and Tiff shot for the basket at the same time. Avery's bounced off the rim. Tiff's swished through the net. She ran to grab a cone, grinning confidently. But then again, Tiff was always super confident. She worked out all the time, got straight As, and she even designed and sewed her own hijabs. She wore a green and yellow one to match the Nighthawks uniform at every game and practice.

It was my turn to shoot next, along with Bianca.

Swish! Swish! We both made our shots. I ran across the court to grab a cone--and ended up knocking over two cones when I picked up mine.

"Deluca, fix those!" Coach called out to me. I did it and quickly ran back to the line. Amanda had made her basket and ran past me, smiling.

Caroline shot next for our team, and she missed. So did Patrice.

"Line up the ball with your shooting eye next time, Ramirez!" Coach yelled at her daughter. Patrice bit her lip and moved to the back of the line.

I looked over at the other team. They had grabbed five cones already, and we only had a measly two. But then we quickly caught up. Avery made her shot, and I sank the ball on my next turn. I didn't knock over any cones this time, either.

Nope. Instead, I stumbled on my run back and had to stop myself from falling on my face. I looked to see if Coach Ramirez was watching. Of course she was, but she didn't say anything about it, thankfully.

The drill moved pretty quickly. Soon we had eight cones to the other team's ten. Patrice didn't miss a basket after that first one, and even Caroline managed to get one in. I only missed one.

My last shot bounced off the backboard and through the hoop. I ran back to get a cone--except there were none left. Instead, Bianca ran past me, triumphantly holding up the last cone.

"We win!" she cheered, and she and the other girls on her team started jumping up and down.

"Nice work, everybody," Coach Ramirez said. "Now we're going to all work on defense. But first, let's get these cones out of the way."

We quickly stacked the cones on the sidelines and then Coach explained the next drill to us. Two players would be on the court at a time--one playing offense, the other playing defense. The offensive player would have a few feet head start. On the whistle, the offensive player would dribble down the court and try to do a layup while the defensive player tried to block the shot.

"I don't want to see any fouls, am I clear?" she asked. "Everyone will have a turn in both positions. Bianca and Tiff, you're up first."

Coach blew the whistle, and they both sprinted down the court. Tiff's pretty fast, so she caught up to Bianca and got in front of her and tried to block the shot, but Bianca jumped up and got the layup pretty easily.

Caroline and Amanda went next, with Amanda on defense. Amanda was fast too, but I could tell that she was a little unsure of what to do once she caught up with Caroline. Caroline missed the shot, but not because of Amanda's pressure--she just came in at a bad angle.

Then it was my turn to block Avery. I caught up to her and when I pivoted to move in front of her, I accidentally bumped into her.

"No FOULS, Deluca!" Coach Ramirez yelled.

"Sorry, Coach!" I said, as Avery's layup swished through the net. I figured there was no point in making excuses to Coach Ramirez. What would I have said, anyway? Uh, it was an accident because I still haven't gotten used to how my body works yet. No way.

I did better when it came my turn to shoot. Coach had Dina guarding me, which was crazy, because while Dina's a good player she's one of the shortest on the team. I made an easy layup--and I didn't even trip!

After everybody had a turn shooting and defending, we did the drill from the other side of the court. That meant we had to dribble and finish with our left hand. I'm pretty comfortable on both sides of the court, so I nailed that shot too--even though Bianca jumped like a kangaroo to try to block me.

We did a few more drills after that one, and I was pretty sure I had done okay--not my best, but okay. Coach instructed us to cool down and disappeared into her office.

Avery and I sat on the bleachers.

"How'd I do?" Avery asked me. "I really want to play point guard again this year."

"You did great," I assured her. "And anyway, Coach has to make you a point guard. You're one of the best ball handlers we've got. You've got great control."

Avery smiled. "Thanks!"

"I'm not so sure about me, though," I said. "I loved being a shooting guard last year. I got to take so many shots."

Avery nodded. "You did fine. Don't worry about it."

Coach Ramirez strolled back out, holding her clipboard.

"We're off to a good start," she said. "Not great, but good. I can tell that some of you made the extra effort to train over the summer. But others need to get back up to speed."

I saw Caroline look down at her feet, and I felt bad for her--we all knew Coach was talking about Caroline. Then it occurred to me that she might have been talking about me, too, and my palms started to sweat.

"To start the season, we'll work with you in the following positions," she said, looking down at her clipboard. "Deluca, you're center."

I almost fell off the bleachers. I knew I shouldn't interrupt Coach, but I couldn't stop myself.

"Me?" I asked. My mind was reeling. Center was maybe the toughest position to play. Besides being expected to stay open for passes, a center had to do a lot of blocking near the net, and be ready to pick up rebounds.

Coach nodded. "Yes, you. Hidalgo, you're--"

Bianca didn't even let her finish. "Coach, why aren't I playing center?" she asked, her dark eyes flashing. "I had a great record last year."

The rest of us got really quiet. We hadn't been working with Coach Ramirez that long, but we already knew that she wasn't the kind of coach you could challenge. This was a pretty bold move on Bianca's part.

Coach Ramirez lowered her clipboard and looked directly at Bianca.

"You're a great shot, Bianca," she said. "Which is why I'm making you our starting shooting guard. I've got to put Elle at center. She's taller than anybody on the court, and I'll guarantee you she's taller than any of the opponents we'll be playing. Her height gives us a huge advantage, and we need to use it wisely. And how we use it is my decision. Got that?"

"Yes, Coach," Bianca replied, but boy, did she look upset.

I guess I looked upset too, after hearing Coach's explanation. Did she make me center because I was the best shot, or the best at offense? No.

She gave me the position just because I was tall.

That meant I didn't get to be shooting guard. And Bianca was unhappy, and that wasn't cool, because Bianca loved drama. I am the opposite. I usually go out of my way to avoid it.

I sighed. My height was ruining my life again!

Excerpted from Elle of the Ball by Elena Delle Donne
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From 2015 WNBA MVP, 2016 Olympic gold medalist, and global ambassador to the Special Olympics Elena Delle Donne comes the first novel in a brand-new middle grade series with as much heart as there is game.

Elle Deluca is a seventh grader who is tall—not just sort of tall. She’s six feet tall. And for a twelve-year-old girl, this means that her basketball team has high hopes for her changing positions and becoming their starting center. But a new position is not the only footwork she has to learn. Her class’s dance unit in gym is coming up, and that means she has to learn ballroom dance steps with a boy much shorter than her—and perform publically for a grade.

In the first book in WNBA MVP and Olympic gold medalist Elena Delle Donne’s Hoops series, Elle must figure out a way to remain herself when others want her to be someone else.


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