Swagger

Swagger

by Carl Deuker

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Overview

Levi was simple, like a child. It was the best thing about him, and it was the worst, too. 

When high school senior Jonas moves to Seattle, he is glad to meet Levi, a nice, soft-spoken guy and fellow basketball player. Suspense builds like a slow drumbeat as readers start to smell a rat in Ryan Hartwell, a charismatic basketball coach and sexual predator. When Levi reluctantly tells Jonas that Hartwell abused him, Jonas has to decide whether he should risk his future career to report the coach. Pitch-perfect basketball plays, well-developed characters, and fine storytelling make this psychological sports novel a slam dunk.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780544336193
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 02/03/2015
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 281,251
Product dimensions: 8.10(w) x 5.40(h) x 0.90(d)
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

Carl Deuker is the popular, critically acclaimed author of Payback Time, Gym Candy (a Texas Lone Star title), and Runner (a Booklist Top 10 Sports Book). He lives with his wife and daughter in Seattle, Washington. Visit his website at www.membersauthorsguild.net/carldeuker.

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Chapter 1

All this started about a year and a half ago. Back then I was a junior at Redwood High in Redwood City, a suburb twenty-five miles south of San Francisco. In those days, before Hartwell, before Levi, I took things as they came, without thinking a whole lot about them. Maybe that’s because most of the things that came my way were good.
   Take school. I didn’t much like my classes at Redwood High, but I did like being the starting point guard on the varsity basketball team. And I loved seeing my name, Jonas Dolan, in print in the sports section of the Redwood City Tribune.
   The main reason school never seemed to matter too much had to do with my father’s job. He made good money working for a sand and gravel company down at the Redwood City harbor. I liked visiting him at work—liked the noise of the cement mixers, the shouts of the men, the nonstop activity of the plant. I figured that once I graduated from high school, my dad would get me a job there. He thought so too; lots of times we talked about working together.
   Not that I was a total slacker in the classroom. You can’t play if you don’t earn your credits, so I studied enough to stay eligible. 
   Halfway into my sophomore season, I’d cracked the starting lineup on the varsity basketball team. For the rest of that season, I averaged eight points and three assists per game. During the first half of my junior year, I’d pushed those numbers up to eleven and six, making me one of the top four point guards in a decent league.
   Then I had my breakout game.
   It came in mid-January against Carlmont, a middle-of-the-pack team like us. Everyone expected the game to be a nail-biter, with one team winning by a few points. Instead, we trounced them. I scored fourteen points, pulled down five rebounds, and had nine assists, while turning the ball over only once. It was the best game of my life, but I didn’t feel as if I was playing out of my mind. Instead, it was like everybody else on the court was wearing lead shoes, while I was lighter than air.
 
Chapter 2

That Carlmont game  had been on a Wednesday night. I floated through school the next day and through practice after school. As I was leaving the gym, I heard Coach Russell’s voice. “Jonas Dolan, come to my office.”
   He sat me down across from him, pulled on his big ears a couple of times, scratched his gray hair, and finally asked me what I planned to do when I finished high school.
   “My dad works at the sand and gravel. He can get me a job there.”
   “No plans for college?”
   I didn’t like the way Coach Russell said that, as if there was something wrong with people who didn’t go to college. “Neither of my parents went to college, and they’ve done okay.”
   Coach Russell started waving his hands around, his face reddening. “Completely true, Jonas. I know your dad; I know Robert. He’s a hard-working man. And I’ve met your mom, though I can’t say I know her. There’s nothing wrong with working with your hands. But you’ve got your whole life to work. If you go to college, you can be a kid for a while longer. That sand and gravel plant isn’t going anywhere.”
   As he spoke, I thought about what it would be like to work eight hours every single day. Was I ready to do that? Still, I shook my head when he finished. “I’m lucky to get Cs, Coach. I’m no student.”
   “But you could be a good student, Jonas. I talked to your teachers; they all say that.”
   After he said this we both sat, the seconds ticking away. Then he leaned forward, a glint in his eyes. “If you could play basketball in college, would that make a difference?”
   I was so startled by the thought that I laughed. “Sure it would, but there’s no college that wants a six-foot white guy who can’t dunk. The worst player on a crappy team like Oregon State is way better than I am.”
   Coach Russell put his big hands flat on his desk and leaned back. “Jonas, Oregon State is a Division One school. I’m not saying you’re D-One material. However, there are three hundred Division Two schools that have basketball teams. Many are top-notch private colleges—great places to get an education. You’re a hard-nosed ballplayer; you’re the most coachable kid I’ve had in years; your game is coming on like gangbusters. Those are all qualities that D-Two coaches look for.”
   As he spoke, a strange thrill raced through me. I was a step slower than the black guys from Oakland and San Francisco I’d played against, but Coach Russell was right—those guys were headed to major colleges. Some of them might even end up in the NBA. They wouldn’t even consider Division II ball.
   Then reality hit: college costs big bucks.
   “Coach, my parents don’t have money for something like that.” He smiled. “Ever heard of a scholarship, Jonas? And I mean a full ride—room and board. If you’re not interested, then that’s that. But if you are, I’ll help. Division Two coaches don’t come looking for players. I’ll need to get some game film of you and write you a letter of recommendation. You’ll need to request a copy of your official transcript. If we send all that out to fifty schools, you might get a call or two.” He looked at me from under his bushy eyebrows. “You’ll never know unless you try.”
   
   

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Swagger 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written and exciting!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Important subject handled well.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Swagger" by Carl Deuker is a great book to read and I highly recommend reading this. This book makes me be able to relate because I am too a basketball player and this is a realistic high school basketball team situation. Also, Deuker uses great details when explaining what happens in the games. For example, when Jonas (Main character) high schools team wins the championship. Deuker uses descriptive and realistic details of how to crowd reacted, how the players stormed the court, and letting us read Jonas's thoughts during this whole event. In the end of the book it shows great heart and will for what is right when Jonas reports coach Hartwell. Cash (Jonas's teammate) was the only one to support and back-up Jonas while the rest of the team lied to the police. My favorite character is Levi because he is the perfect example of a great basketball player on and off the court. Levi on the court is a great player and makes the team better when playing. Meanwhile, off the court he doesn't do drugs or drink or even say anything mean about anyone. "Do you hear what I'm saying? A hero. Don't ever doubt it." This quote stands out to me because everyone at the moment was being harsh and mean to Joans but in the end someone finally told him what he needed to hear and that was that he is a hero and saved lives.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This story was written so well that it brought ne to tears. As a basketball player myself, I found this story very relevant to my own life. The plot, highlighted by narrator Jonas Dolan, gentle giant Levi Rawdon, and the antagonist coach Ryan Hartwell, delivers an emotional and great novel. Age group: 13 and up.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Terrible book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Looks ok