Katie and the Cupcake Cure
Katie and the Cupcake Cure

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Series: Cupcake Diaries Vol. 1   

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Annotation: When Katie's best friend Callie leaves her for a clique called the Popular GirlsClub on the first day of middle school, Katie decides to find a group that she can join.
Catalog Number: #56723
Format: Perma-Bound Edition
All Formats: Search
Common Core/STEAM: Common Core Common Core
Copyright Date: 2011
Edition Date: 2011
Pages: 140 pages
Availability: Available
ISBN: Publisher: 1-442-42275-0 Perma-Bound: 0-605-52366-5
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-1-442-42275-9 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-52366-1
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2010940448
Dimensions: 20 cm.
Language: English
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ALA Booklist
Katie spends the summer before middle school blissfully unconcerned about the impending transition. Her first school day delivers a jolt when she realizes that her best friend has abandoned her for the newly formed Popular Girls Club, but Katie quickly befriends Mia, Emma, and Alexis. The four girls bond over lunch and soon form the Cupcake Club. After a bake sale and her first dance, Katie finds that she may enjoy middle school after all. Katie makes an appealing figure as she navigates the difficulties of finding her way, literally and figuratively, in her new school. She and her supportive (if somewhat overprotective) single mother are recognizable, believable characters, and Katie's middle school will seem like familiar territory to many readers. Though Katie narrates the first volume in the Cupcake Diaries, evidently Mia will narrate the next book in the series. The ease with which troubles are overcome makes this a light, pleasant choice for tweens.
Horn Book
In these lighthearted episodes, BFFs Katie, Mia, Emma, and Alexis--the Cupcake Club--narrate their own stories. The books revolve around their baking business, but friendship, family, and middle-school challenges are explored. The girls' range of backgrounds and family situations allows more opportunity for readers to find a protagonist with whom they most identify in this sweet, accessible series.
Publishers Weekly
This debut installment of the Cupcakes Diaries covers familiar turf. On the first day of middle school, Katie's best friend Callie snubs her for the "Popular Girls Club." Hurt but resilient, Katie bonds with stylish Mia, who has just moved to town from Manhattan; shy Emma; and down-to-earth Alexis. When Katie's overprotective, "cupcake crazy" mother (who, yes, calls her "Cupcake") senses that her daughter has had a rough day she proposes a "cupcake cure" and the two bake a batch, which Katie shares with her new pals. Katie, an affable narrator, asserts that middle school "got a little bit easier" after she and her friends form the Cupcake Club and bake together on weekends. At a school fundraiser, Katie and crew sell cupcakes (competing with Callie and her cronies, who hawk disastrous makeovers), and win the prize. "It was like the sweet icing on top of a delicious cupcake," gushes Katie, whose reconciliation with Callie caps this breezy, predictable middle-grade story. Mia in the Mix pubs simultaneously. Ages 8-12. (May)
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Word Count: 24,831
Reading Level: 3.8
Interest Level: 3-6
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 3.8 / points: 3.0 / quiz: 143532 / grade: Middle Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:3.3 / points:7.0 / quiz:Q52164
Lexile: 570L
Guided Reading Level: S
Fountas & Pinnell: S


CHAPTER 1

Who’s Afraid of Middle School? Not Me!

Every time I have ever watched a movie about middle school, the main character is always freaking out before the first day of school. You know what I mean, right? If the movie’s about a guy, he’s always worried about getting stuffed into a garbage can by jocks. If it’s about a girl, she’s trying on a zillion outfits and screaming when she sees a pimple on her face. And no matter what movie it is, the main character is always obsessed with being popular.

My name is Katie Brown, and whenever I watched those movies, I just didn’t get it. I mean, how could middle school be that different from elementary school? Yeah, I knew there would be new kids from other schools, but I figured everyone from our school would stick together. We’ve all pretty much known one another since kindergarten. Sure, not everybody hangs out together, but it’s not like we put some kids on a pedestal and worship them or anything. We’re all the same. Back in third grade, we all got sick together on mystery meat loaf day. That kind of experience has to bind you for life, doesn’t it?

That’s what I thought, anyway. I didn’t spend one single second of the summer worrying about middle school. I got a really bad sunburn at the town pool, made a thousand friendship bracelets at day camp, and learned from my mom how to make a cake that looks like an American flag. I didn’t stress out about middle school at all.

Guess what? I was wrong! But you probably knew that already. Yeah, the cruel hammer of reality hit pretty hard on the very first day of school. And the worst thing was, I wasn’t even expecting it.

The morning started out normal. I put on the tie-dyed T-shirt I made at day camp, my favorite pair of jeans, and a new pair of white sneakers. Then I slipped about ten friendship bracelets on each arm, which I thought looked pretty cool. I brushed my hair, which takes about thirty seconds. My hair is brown and wavy—Mom calls it au naturel. I only worry about my hair when it starts to hang in my eyes, and then I cut it.

When I went downstairs for breakfast, Mom was waiting for me in the kitchen.

“Happy first day of middle school, Katie!” she shouted.

Did I mention that my mom is supercorny? I think it’s because she’s a dentist. I read a survey once that said that people are afraid of dentists more than anything else, even zombies and funeral directors. (Which is totally not fair, because without dentists everybody would have rotten teeth, and without teeth you can’t eat corn on the cob, which is delicious.) But anyway, I think she tries to smile all the time and make jokes so that people will like her more. Not that she’s fake—she’s honestly pretty nice, for a mom.

“I made you a special breakfast,” Mom told me. “A banana pancake shaped like a school bus!”

The pancake sat on a big white plate. Mom had used banana slices for wheels and square pieces of cantaloupe for the windows. This might seem like a strange breakfast to you, but my mom does stuff like this all the time. She wanted to go to cooking school when she got out of high school, but her parents wanted her to be a dentist, like them. Which is unfair, except that if she didn’t go to dental school, she wouldn’t have met my dad, and I would never have been born, so I guess I can’t complain.

But anyway, in her free time she does the whole Martha Stewart thing. Not that she looks like Martha Stewart. She has brown hair like me, but hers is curly, and her favorite wardrobe items are her blue dentist coat and her apron that says #1 CHEF on the front. This morning she was wearing both.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said. I didn’t say anything about being too old for a pancake shaped like a school bus. It would have hurt her feelings. Besides, it was delicious.

She sat down in the seat next to me and sipped her coffee. “Do you have the map I printed out for you with the new bus stop location?” she asked me. She was doing that biting-her-bottom-lip thing she does when she’s worried about me, which is most of the time.

“I got it, but I don’t need it,” I replied. “It’s only four blocks away.”

Mom frowned. “Okay. But I e-mailed the map to Barbara just in case.”

Barbara is my mom’s best friend—and she’s also the mom of my own best friend, Callie. We’ve known each other since we were babies. Callie is two months older than I am, and she never lets me forget it.

“I hope Callie has the map,” my mom went on. “I wouldn’t want you two to get lost on your first day of middle school.”

“We won’t,” I promised. “I’m meeting Callie at the corner of Ridge Street, and we’re walking to the bus stop together.”

“Oh, good,” Mom said. “I’m glad you finally talked to your old bus buddy.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, and quickly gulped down some orange juice. I hadn’t actually talked to her. But we’d been bus buddies ever since kindergarten (my corny mom came up with “bus buddies,” in case you didn’t figure that out already), so there was no real reason to believe this year would be any different. I knew I’d see her at the bus stop.

Every August, Callie goes to sleepaway camp, which totally stinks. She doesn’t get back until a few days before school starts. Normally I see her the first day she comes back and we go to King Cone for ice cream.

But this year Callie texted that she was busy shopping with her mom. Callie has always cared a lot more about clothes than I do. She wanted to find the perfect outfit to wear on her first day of middle school. And since we only had a few days before school started I didn’t think it was that weird that I didn’t see her. It was a little weird that she hadn’t called me back. But we had texted and agreed to meet on the corner of Ridge Street, so I was sure everything was fine.

I ate my last bite of pancake and stood up. “Gotta brush my teeth,” I said. When you’re the daughter of a dentist, you get into that habit pretty early.

Soon I was slipping on my backpack and heading for the door. Of course, Mom grabbed me and gave me a big hug.

“I packed you a special lunch, Cupcake,” she said.

Mom has called me Cupcake ever since I can remember. I kind of like it—except when she says it in front of other people.

“A special lunch? Really?” I teased her. Every lunch she makes me is a special lunch. “What a surprise.”

“I love you!” Mom called. I turned and waved. For a second I thought she was going to follow me to the bus so I yelled, “I love you too!” and ran down the driveway.

Outside, it still felt like summer. I should have worn shorts, I thought. There’s nothing worse than sitting in a hot classroom sweating a lot and having your jeans stick to your legs. Gross. But it was too late to change now.

Ridge Street was only two blocks away. There were lots of kids heading for the bus stop, but I didn’t see Callie. I stood on the corner, tapping my foot.

“Come on, Callie,” I muttered. If we missed the bus, Mom would insist on walking me to the bus stop every morning. I didn’t know if I could take that much cheerfulness before seven thirty a.m.

Then a group of girls turned the corner: Sydney Whitman, Maggie Rodriguez, and Brenda Kovacs—and Callie was with them! I was a little confused. Callie usually didn’t walk with them. It was always just Callie and me.

“Hey, Cal!” I called out.

Callie looked up at me and waved, but continued talking to Maggie.

That was strange. I noticed, though, she wasn’t wearing her glasses. She’s as blind as a bat without her glasses. Maybe she doesn’t recognize me, I reasoned. My hair did get longer this summer.

So I ran up to them. That’s when I noticed they were all dressed kind of alike—even Callie. They were wearing skinny jeans and each girl had on a different color T-shirt and a thick belt.

“Hey, guys,” I said. “The bus stop’s this way.” I nodded toward Ridge Street.

Callie looked at me and smiled. “Hi, Katie! We were just talking about walking to school,” she said.

“Isn’t it kind of far to walk?” I asked.

Maggie spoke up. “Only little kids take the bus.”

“Oh,” I said. (I know, I sound like a genius. But I was thinking about how my mom probably wouldn’t like the idea of us walking to school.)

Then Sydney looked me up and down. “Nice shirt, Katie,” she said. But she said it in a way that I knew meant she definitely didn’t think it was nice. “Did you make that at camp?”

Maggie and Brenda giggled.

“As a matter of fact, I did,” I said.

I looked at Callie. I didn’t say anything. She didn’t say anything. What was going on?

“Come on,” Sydney said, linking arms with Callie. “I don’t want to be late.”

She didn’t say, “Come on, everybody but Katie,” but she might as well have. I knew I wasn’t invited. Callie turned around and waved. “See you later!” she called.

I stood there, frozen, as my best friend walked away from me like I was some kind of stranger.

© 2011 Simon & Schuster,



Excerpted from Katie and the Cupcake Cure by Coco Simon
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This first book in The Cupcake Diaries is told through the perspective of Katie Brown. We find Katie miserable on the first day of middle school. Her best friend Callie came back from camp boy-crazy and part of a whole new group of friends. When it's made clear that Callie is in the PGC (Popular Girls Club) and Katie is not invited to join, Katie suddenly feels incredibly alone. Katie realizes if she’s going to survive middle school she needs to seriously regroup and find some new friends. But how? She bites into the cupcake her mother packed her for lunch and for a second closes her eyes. The sweet treat makes her happy—finally something goes right! Looking around her table, Katie notices the other students seeming a bit lost, as well. Which gives her an idea…With three new friends Katie forms a club as a way to spread the cupcake love and earn some cupcake cash.


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