Dear Student Hardcover – February 15, 2022 by Elly Swartz

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Author: Swartz Elly

Color: Red

Package Dimensions: 19x210x440

Number Of Pages: 304

Release Date: 15-02-2022

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When Autumn becomes the secret voice of the advice column in her middle school newspaper she is faced with a dilemma–can she give fair advice to everyone, including her friends, while keeping her identity a secret?

Starting Middle School is rough for Autumn after her one and only BFF moves to California. Uncertain and anxious, she struggles to connect with her new classmates. The two potential friends she meets could not be more different: bold Logan who has big ideas and quiet Cooper who’s a bit mysterious. But Autumn has a dilemma: what do you do when the new friends you make don’t like each other?

When Autumn is picked to be the secret voice of the Dear Student letters in the Hillview newspaper, she finds herself smack in the middle of a problem with Logan and Cooper on opposite sides. But before Autumn can figure out what to do, the unthinkable happens. Her secret identity as Dear Student is threatened. Now, it’s time for Autumn to find her voice, her courage, and follow her heart, even when it’s divided.
Review
Praise for
Dear Student:

“A heartfelt story about finding the courage to stand up for your beliefs even when you’d rather remain invisible.”—
Kirkus Review

“A heartfelt, authentic book about friendship, courage, and honesty. It’s about finding – and more importantly,
owning – your own voice.”—LYNDA MULLALY HUNT,
New York Times bestselling author of
Fish in a Tree

“A story that shines with honesty and heart.”—PADMA VENKATRAMAN, Walter Award–winning author of
The Bridge

“
Dear Student will resonate with readers who know that
feelings and
friendships can be complicated, and they will root for Autumn as she searches for her true superpower.”—DIANE DEBROVNER, deputy editor of
Parents magazine
About the Author
Elly Swartz grew up in Yardley, Pennsylvania. She studied psychology at Boston University and received her law degree from Georgetown University Law Center. Elly lives in Massachusetts and is happily married with two grown sons, a beagle named Lucy, and a pup named Baxter Bean.
Finding Perfect, called “a clear, moving portrayal of obsessive-compulsive disorder” by
Publishers Weekly, was her debut novel. She is also the author of
Smart Cookie and
Give and Take, novels for middle grade readers.

You can find Elly on Twitter @ellyswartz, on Instagram @ellyswartzbooks, on YouTube’s Books In the Kitchen with author Victoria J.Coe: https://youtu.be/T0Hzr0DTJ94. Her website is www.ellyswartz.com.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
1
Six Postcards Ago
I thought making Dad’s famous cheese eggs in our temporary home could make my life feel like it did before he left six postcards ago. Like cheese eggs for breakfast on my first day at Hillview Middle School could make everything feel normal.
But I was wrong. Nothing feels normal.
This morning, Dad video called. Another not-­normal thing. I dragged my beanbag over to my computer. He looked like Dad, but not really. He was supertan and his usual short brown Dad-­hair was in a ponytail.
I thought he called because he missed me. Because he wanted to wish me luck in sixth grade. But really it was about seizing the day. He had on his no-­kidding face. The same one he had on the day he told me he was joining the Peace Corps. He said he felt this was something he had to do. Something he’d always talked about doing and was finally brave enough to do. Mom said she supported him. But I’m not a hundred percent sure that’s still true. Sometimes I hear her crying in her room late at night.
“Autumn, this year I want you to get involved in one thing at school,” he said.
I stared at my dad. “Are you seriously parenting me from halfway around the world on my first day of school?”
“Just one thing,” he repeated.
“You don’t get to do this. You left. Remember?”
“No matter where I live, I’m still your dad.”
“Dads don’t leave,” I said, staring at the cheese eggs I wasn’t eating.
“This is temporary,” he sai