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Series: Just the Tates!   
Annotation: Forced to spend a summer with their father and his "new" family, Caroline, age eleven, and J.P., age thirteen, are given unpleasant responsibilities for which they are determined to get revenge.
Genre: [Humorous fiction]
Catalog Number: #6108348
Format: Paperback
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Copyright Date: 2018
Edition Date: 1985
Pages: 153 pages
Availability: Available
ISBN: 1-328-75087-6
ISBN 13: 978-1-328-75087-7
Dewey: Fic
Dimensions: 20 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
Publishers Weekly
Rating another A+ for the latest in an unbroken list of superb novels, Lowry regales us with the second adventures of Caroline and J. P. Tate, who won readers' hearts in The One Hundredth Thing About Caroline. """"We're in a nightmare,'' says J. P. ``Wrong,'' says his sister. ``We're in Des Moines.'' Their father Herb sends for his son and daughter, nine years after the divorce from their mother, and they arrive from New York with plans to get even for banishment to the boonies. It's even worse than the siblings had imagined. J. P., the electronics genius, is compelled to coach a little kids' sandlot team, ``Taters' Chips,'' sponsored by their father's store. Caroline's fate is being sidetracked from boning up on paleontology in preparation for her future career. She has to take care of her step-sisters, infant twins, and pathetic David (Poochie), a six-year-old loser on the baseball team. The tender, funny story moves rapidly to an auspicious event where the title proves to have more than one meaning. Caroline's last letter to her mother goes, ``Now that everything is switched around, J. P. and I actually like Des Moines quite a bit.'' (812)
School Library Journal
Gr 4-6 Caroline Tate and her brother rarely agree on anything, but when their father asks them to spend the summer in Des Moines, they suddenly sound like the ``Mormon Tabernacle Choir.'' Leaving New York means that Caroline won't have the Museum of Natural History, and J. P.'s summer computer project will have to be postponed. It also means that J. P. will have to play baseball and they'll both have to put up with their father's three kids, Poochie and twin baby girls. The summer starts out badly: Caroline takes care of the messy twins, while J. P. is expected to coach Poochie's baseball team of clumsy six year olds, the Tater Chips. Both plan revenge, but a surprising revelation concerning their father and the opportunity for Caroline and J. P. to use their own special talents reverses the situation. Everyone gains a new perspective, and all ends well. Readers will recognize the feuding siblings from Lowry's One Hundredth Thing About Caroline (Houghton, 1983), although this may be enjoyed independently. Again, Lowry has created realistic, likable characters in plausible, humorous situations. Lowry retains her ear for dialogue; the conversations are snappy and often funny (as is the entire text). Lowry fans will not be disappointed with the Switcharound. Maria B. Salvadore, District of Columbia Public Library
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Word Count: 22,610
Reading Level: 4.6
Interest Level: 4-7
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.6 / points: 3.0 / quiz: 642 / grade: Middle Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:5.9 / points:5.0 / quiz:Q11160
Lexile: 680L
Guided Reading Level: P
Fountas & Pinnell: P

ONE

"He wants us to do what?" Caroline Tate and her brother, J.P., spoke in unison. That was a very rare occurrence. Caroline and J.P. were such enemies that they usually never spoke at all in each other's presence; now, suddenly, they were not only speaking, but saying exactly the same thing. And then they did it a second time. "HE WANTS US TO DO WHAT?" they asked again.
     Their mother looked at them in amazement. "You two should try out for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir," she said.
     "Don't change the subject, Mom," Caroline said. "Let me see the letter. I can't believe I heard you correctly. It's a cruel hoax, right?" She reached over and took the letter that her mother was holding.
     Caroline read it quickly; it was a short letter. "I can't speak," she said when she had finished. "I'm just sitting here in stunned silence."
     "Lemme look," said her brother, and he took the letter. J.P. was such a genius and speed-reader that he only needed to glance at it and he had it memorized. "I can speak," he announced. "No. I won't go."
     Joanna Tate looked at them both and sighed. "It's a shock, isn't it? After all these years. I don't blame you guys for being upset. I guess I am, too. But you know, maybe it's not such a bad idea after all--"
     "On a bad-idea scale, from one to ten," said J.P., "with nuclear war rated ten, this idea would come in at a good eight."
     "Nine," said Caroline. "I think it's a nine. And I won't go, either. For the first time in my life I agree with J.P."
     "Hold it," their mother said. "There's something you don't understand."
     "Wrong," Caroline said. "I understand perfectly. You and he were divorced when I was two years old--that's nine years ago--and J.P. was four. He never writes to us. For Christmas and birthdays he spends a whole lot of time and thought renewing our magazine subscriptions--"
     "His secretary renews the subscriptions," J.P. interrupted.
     "You like those magazines," their mother pointed out.
     "The point is," Caroline went on, "he doesn't really care anything about us. Twice we went there to visit--twice in nine years--and both times it was just for a week, and both times it was boring. And now he says he wants us for a whole summer? No way."
     "I have plans for this summer," J.P. added. "I plan to build a computer this summer."
     "I don't have any particular plans," Caroline admitted. "But I sure am going to come up with some plans, and they are not going to include Des Moines, Iowa."
     "Well," said Joanna Tate, looking miserable, "believe me, I understand how you feel. But I have to be honest with you. You are going to Des Moines for the summer. Both of you. There's nothing I can do about it."
     "WHY NOT?" bellowed Caroline and J.P. together.
     "Because," she explained, "our divorce agreement says that he can have you for the summer. It says every summer, in fact. But it was never convenient for him before. One summer he had a girlfriend living there. And one summer he was playing on a softball team. One summer he had a cold. And one summer he had just gotten married. And the next summer his wife had just had a baby. And one summer--oh, I forget. He always had an excuse."
     She crumpled the letter and stared out the window, down into the New York street at the people, cars, noise, and bustle. "It might be fun to spend a summer away from the city," she suggested. "I've never been able to afford to send you to camp or anything. And I worry about you when I'm at work and school's out."
     Caroline and J.P. stared at her and didn't say anything.
     "It might be fun," their mother said again, very glumly. But she said it the way someone would say, "This might be good," about a tuna fish and bean sprout casserole. Polite. Hopeful, even. But not convinced.
     "Mom," Caroline said finally. "If the law says I have to go, then I'll go. I'm not going to run away or anything. How about you, J.P.? Were you thinking of running away?"
     "No," said J.P. "Actually, I was thinking that I might handcuff myself to the doorknob of my bedroom and then swallow the key to the handcuffs."
     "But how could you build your computer if you were handcuffed to a doorknob?"
     "There's a problem there," J.P. acknowledged.
     "Can J.P. take all his electronics stuff to Des Moines?" Caroline asked her mother.
     "Actually, I was assuming he would. Even hoping he would, so that I can clean his room for the first time in five years."
     "J.P.," asked Caroline, "if you could take all your electronics gear, would you go? Because I guess I'm going, but I don't want to go alone."
     "If you get him to sign a paper that I won't have to play baseball," J.P. said. "I want a legal statement, notarized and everything. Last time I visited him he kept making me play baseball. He called me 'fella' all the time. I want it to say in the statement that he won't call me 'fella.'"
     "That's right!" Caroline said. "I'd forgotten that! And he called me 'princess'! He couldn't ever remember our real names! Make him promise not to call me 'princess,' Mom!"
     Joanna Tate nodded. "I'll call him," she said. "And you two can talk to him and tell him all of that. Write out a list of requests--like no baseball, and no stupid nicknames--and you can negotiate that over the phone.
     "I wish I'd been as assertive as you kids are," she added, "when he and I were married. Because--well, you want to hear something really disgusting?"
     Caroline and J.P. nodded.
     "He used to call me Jo-Jo," their mother confessed, cringing.
     "See?" said Caroline and J.P., like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. "SEE?"

Caroline kicked the bedpost in frustration. She was packing. Or at least she was trying to pack. Packing was hard enough normally for someone who had never traveled very much. But packing to visit her father in Des Moines? Impossible.
     How could someone who had lived in New York City since she was two years old possibly pack to go to Des Moines? What kind of city was Des Moines, anyway? It wasn't even pronounced the way it looked.
     "You can't trust a city that doesn't pronounce its final consonants," Caroline muttered to her stuffed stegosaurus. She put him into a corner of the big suitcase, next to her folded pajamas.
     What did people wear in Des Moines? Farm overalls? Tough. She didn't have any.
     Dejectedly, Caroline peered into her closet. School had ended for the year, but her school clothes were still hanging there: navy blue jumpers and white blouses, the official girls' uniform at the Burke-Thaxter School. J.P. wore a white shirt, with chinos, and a blue tie. They each had navy blue blazers with a B-T emblem on the pocket.
     No way was she going to take her B-T blazer to Des Moines. Caroline was no dummy, and she knew what would happen if she did. Big Turkey, the other kids would call her. That's what rival schools always said about Burke-Thaxter.
     Other kids. The phrase made her stomach churn. Would there be any other kids in Des Moines? Would she make friends? Because if not, she'd be stuck with J.P. all summer. And she and J.P. had hated each other since they were toddlers.
     Her father and his second wife did have a little boy, she remembered. When she had visited last, for a week, the little boy--What was his name? Something stupid, but she couldn't think of it--was just little, maybe about three. And that had been three years ago. So now he--Butchie? Was that it? Dutchie?--would be about six. A horrible age.
     She took her stuffed stegosaurus out of the suitcase. That bratty little Butchie or Kootchy or Whoever would probably find him and destroy him--good old Steg, who had seen Caroline through some very stressful times. Maybe he should stay in New York for the summer.
     She packed all of her jeans and one dress. Underwear. A sweater. Some shirts.
     She opened the bedroom door and called to her mother. "Should I pack my bathing suit?"
     It was J.P. who answered from his bedroom, where he was also packing. "Don't bother," he called back. "They're always having droughts out there. It's all dead cattle bones lying around in deserts. There's no place to go swimming."
     But Joanna Tate appeared, drying her hands on a kitchen towel. "Don't be silly, James," she said. "Sure, Caroline, pack your bathing suit. There'll be a pool somewhere. No ocean, of course, but I'm sure there will be a pool. Or at least they'll have a sprinkler you can run through."
     Caroline sighed and tossed her blue bathing suit into the suitcase. She hoped they didn't have a "What I Did on My Vacation" assignment for English class in the fall, because if her composition said, "I ran through a sprinkler in Des Moines with my half brother Butchie (or Dutchie, or Kootchy, or Something)," she would be laughed out of Burke-Thaxter School.
     Caroline's very best friend, Stacy Baurichter, was going to sailing camp in Maine. And one of her very worst enemies in school, Ruthie Pierce-Donnelly, was spending part of the summer at a special science program for gifted children at Yale University. Boy, talk about showoffs; Caroline wouldn't have been at all surprised if Ruthie had had cards printed: RUTH ELLEN PIERCE-DONNELLY, GIFTED CHILD.
     J.P. was gifted, too, thought Caroline, even if he was obnoxious. He could have gotten in to the special thing at Yale; they had said so at school. They had said he should apply. But it cost a lot, and Joanna Tate couldn't afford it.
     She couldn't even afford the plane tickets to Des Moines. But their father had sent them. Tourist class, of course.
     Caroline tossed some socks into the suitcase. She added her books and poked everything so that it fit and the lid would close.
     "There. I'm all packed, I guess," she said gloomily to no one in particular.
     J.P. heard her. "Me too," he said, equally gloomily, and came to stand in her doorway. "I packed all my transformers and batteries and wires, and my tool set, and a broken radio that I'm working on, and some diodes and electrodes and cathodes and some computer components, and--" He looked suddenly over at Caroline's suitcase.
     "Oh," he said and turned to go back to his bedroom. "I forgot clothes."



Excerpted from Switcharound by Lowry Lois
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"Lowry fans will not be disappointed." -- School Library Journal Caroline and J.P.'s father has asked them to come visit him and his new wife in Des Moines, Iowa. They don't really want to go, but they also don't have a say in the matter. Upon arriving, they discover they each have unexpected and unpleasant responsibilites. Caroline has to babysit their baby twin sisters and J.P. is forced to coach baseball to a bunch of six-year-olds. The two decide to call a truce in their continual sibling warfare and help each other out. They soon discover there's strength in numbers--and a little responsibility isn't always a bad thing.


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