Today we have Toni LoTempio here to tell us about her new YA book titled My Superhero Sister.
My Superhero Sister
by Toni LoTempio
Holly Hamilton has always been perturbed by the way her older sister, Ellen, seems to get everything. It's especially tough living in the shadow of your sister's cape when she's a super heroine named Suprema!
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What’s the basic premise of My Superhero Sister?
Who is the audience for the story?
I geared it toward a MG/YA audience. I think anyone from 10-18 will really like it – and some adults might, too.
Where did you get the idea for this book?
I’ve been a huge fan of superheros since I was a little girl – I think I had one of the largest DC comics collections in New York (when we moved to Jersey my mother threw most of them out – that’s another sad, sad, tale) I loved Superman, Batman, and the like, and after I saw the movie, MY SUPER EX-GIRLFRIEND, I wanted to do a book about a superhero. I started out making it an adult read, but when the story started writing itself it seemed a better fit for the YA audience.
Is this book a stand alone or part of series?Part of a series. If this takes off I planned to do My Superhero Boyfriend next.
What sets MY SUPERHERO SISTER apart from other books in the genre?
The underlying message of coming of age – and the sibling rivalry between Holly and Ellen, her super-sister. Most superhero books I’ve seen focus mainly on saving the world – this is about a girl realizing her own self-worth.
What superhero films would make good companion pieces for this book?
Wow – Xmen, Spiderman, The Incredibles, Superman, Batman, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, Fantastic Four, Sky High – to name a few LOL
If you could be a superhero, what power would you choose?
Definitely flying! I’ve always wanted to soar through the clouds!
Where can readers find My Superhero Sister?
It’s available at: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords
How can readers contact you?
I love hearing from readers!
They can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, visit my website at www.freewebs.com/toni1953, or visit my cat’s blog at www.catsbooksmorecats.blogspot.com
My Superhero Sister
“So far, you’ve managed to squeak by in my class with a C average,” Ms. Proctor smirked. “I know you can do work far above a C, Ms. Hamilton. I think you just don’t apply yourself. Perhaps receiving a failing grade and not being able to be a cheerleader will supply the push you need to get those grades of yours up.”
She leaned over, so close our noses almost touched. “You want to get into a good college, don’t you? Well, then, it’s time you started utilizing that brain of yours.” She flashed me an especially evil grin. “Like your sister.”
My tongue snaked out to moisten my lips. “I don’t mean to contradict you, Ms. Proctor, but I would like to set the record straight on one thing.”
Both eyebrows shot straight up to form a perfect V in the middle of her unusually high forehead. “Oh, really? What might that be?”
I cleared my throat. “I just want to state for the record that I’ve got my own personality—my sister has hers. I don’t think always being compared to her is fair.”
Ms. Proctor regarded me in silence for a few minutes, then the corners of her thin, colorless lips twitched. “No one said life was fair.” She held out her hand. “May I see that binder?”
I clutched it tightly against my chest. “Ah--can’t you just take my word for it?”
The set of her jaw was answer enough. “The binder, Ms. Hamilton, if you please.”
Reluctantly, I placed it in Proctor’s outstretched hand.
“Thank you. Now, let’s see if you had any original thoughts on your English reading assignment, or if you depended on Cliff Notes to do your work for you—goodness!”
A sharp wind gusted through the open window just behind Ms. Proctor’s left shoulder. The jet stream scattered papers helter-skelter, and blew with such force it pushed some kids standing against the far wall down to the floor. Faster than lightning, it plucked the binder from Proctor’s hand and in a whirling motion sent it spinning across the room. Backpacks, pencils, and one boy’s camera sailed up into the air from the force of the wind. Everyone started shouting at once, trying to be heard above its howling:
“Where did this come from?”
“It’s a twister.”
As the gale subsided, everyone crowded at the window. Indeed, the tip of a whirling dervish could be seen disappearing over the crest of the hill.
“Wow,” breathed one tall sophomore. “Never seen anything like that before.”
“No,” agreed another. “Cool and scary, all at the same time.”
As my eyes narrowed with sudden suspicion, Ms. Proctor leaned against the wall. “That was close,” she said. “We’re lucky there wasn’t more damage. Now, if you will excuse me—“
She lumbered across the room, presumably in search of my binder, and I heard a loud hiss come from under the windowsill. I glanced around and, seeing that no one paid any attention to me, I poked my head outside.
Ellen brushed some dirt and grass from her skirt. Clutched in one hand was my binder.
“Don’t tell me,” I said. “That whirligig was you, wasn’t it?”
Ellen just smiled and pushed the binder into my hand.
“Give Miss Proctor this one, won’t you?” she said with a wink. “And from now on, do your assignments on time.”
Then she was gone, another blur.
I gave the binder a drop-kick into a far corner of the room, then shuffled back to my seat. I watched till Proctor found it, cradling it to her chest like it was gold or something precious over to one corner to read. I busied myself with the rest of my Algebra homework. A half-hour later when the bell rang for the next class, she hurried over to me, binder in hand. .
“I must apologize, Ms. Hamilton,” she said softly. “That was actually the best review of Silas Marner I’ve read in quite awhile. You must have really loved that book.”
“Oh,” I said as I slipped the binder back in my backpack, “I did. I really did. I can honestly say writing that piece was a—a moving experience.” Good old Ellen comes through again.
“Well…” Proctor paused, clearly floundering about for words. I was vastly amused. I’d never seen the teacher at a loss for words before. “Possibly I was wrong about you, Ms. Hamilton. We’ll just see what you do with the next report.”
“Yes, thank you, Ms. Proctor.”
I turned and hurried from the auditorium, hoping that the next report due wouldn’t be on Gone with the Wind.
Thanks for telling us about your book, Toni!