Love Me, Love My Broccoli
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Chloe Mankewicz, an avowed vegetarian and animal rights activist, is determined to rid the world of animal abuse. When the guy she is secretly in love with, football jock and confirmed carnivore, Brett Ryan, actually falls for her, Chloe can’t believe it. At first, Brett finds Chloe interesting because she's different from all the other girls. But soon he realizes she doesn't fit in with his group of friends and he wants her to change. How much of herself—her philosophies and beliefs—is Chloe willing to sacrifice for love? (Ages 10 and up)
Julie Anne Peters
Julie Anne Peters is the critically-acclaimed, award-winning author of more than a dozen books for young adults and children. Her books have been published in numerous countries, including Korea, China, Croatia, Germany, France, Italy, Indonesia, Turkey, and Brazil. Julie is a member of The Society of Book Writers and Illustrators, the Colorado Authors League, and The Authors Guild. She loves writing because she gets to be her own boss and doesn't have to work in an office cubicle. It's hard to think outside the box when you work in a cube. Julie lives in Lakewood, Colorado, with her partner, Sherri, and far too many cats. The cats are under the impression that they're creative geniuses, since they spend a majority of their day walking back and forth across her computer keyboard. They probably generate more words per day than she does, but who can read cat gibberish?
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Love Me, Love My Broccoli - Julie Anne Peters
What readers have to say about Love Me, Love My Broccoli
"Your book Love Me, Love My Broccoli is one of the reasons that I want to be an activist like Chloe."
"I chose to read your book Love Me, Love My Broccoli because of the title. I thought it would be a funny book and it was. It gave me lots of good facts about animal rights."
LOVE ME,
LOVE MY BROCCOLI
by
Julie Anne Peters
Copyright 1999 by Julie Anne Peters
Revised and Updated 2011
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CHAPTER 1
Things that make me sick:
1. Whitney what's-her-face and Paul Poole, kissing in public, especially in the cafeteria where others are trying to eat.
2. Meat. The smell of it, the sight of it, watching people eating it.
3. My mother—
Chloe tensed. She slammed the cover on her mental journal and filed the last entry in her head under To be continued. Later, if ever,
she muttered.
Hi, Chloe. Sorry I'm late. Mr. Keifer had a line of people waiting to talk to him and I just had to get help with my biology assignment.
Muriel Blevins plunked down her books and slid into the chair next to Chloe.
Chloe swallowed the soggy shred of lettuce gnashed between her teeth. She said to Muriel, Since when do you need help with biology? You could probably give him a lesson on biomedical nuclear physics.
She stabbed at a sunflower seed on her plate and added, In your sleep.
Muriel sighed wistfully. She draped herself forward over her stack of books.
Oh no, Chloe groaned to herself. Not again. Muriel, Mr. Keifer is ancient. I mean, he has to be fifty. Plus, he's bald and fat and probably married with kids our age. Twice our age.
I don't care,
Muriel said. He's brilliant. We connected in class today, if you know what I mean. When our eyes met across the room, I sensed our brain waves modulating in sync.
Oh, Mur. You're just having another out-of-mind experience.
She turned and scowled at Chloe. What do you mean 'another?'
Chloe widened her eyes at Muriel. Remember Dr. Ingles? As I vaguely recall, you were planning to quit school to become a Tibetan sherpa so you could go with him on his yearly expeditions to Mount Everest.
Muriel shrugged. I would have too, if it weren't for my acrophobia.
You should've remembered you were afraid of heights before you prepackaged a hundred pounds of trail mix. And what about Mr. Holly, that math teacher you had last semester? You thought he was Chris Rock every time he said, 'So, Muriel. What's your sign? Plus or minus? Heh heh.'
Chloe faked a gag.
That was different. A childish infatuation. I was impressionable back then.
Muriel picked up her can of guava juice, shook it, and peeled back the foil seal.
Watching Muriel guzzle down her juice, Chloe shook her head. I'm glad Mr. Keifer gets your adrenaline going,
she said. Now, we'd better get to work. Did you bring the flyers?
With her free hand Muriel slipped her notebook out from under her books. She flipped it open and handed a stack of pages to Chloe.
Chloe read the top sheet. These look terrific, Mur.
Muriel finished her juice and set down the can. You really think so?
She beamed at Chloe. I'm not much of an artist. I didn't know if my computer graphic resembled the Brazilian Macaw or not.
Is that what this is? Chloe studied the drawing more closely. She thought it was just a finger with a wart on it pointing to the text. Oh well, it was good of Muriel to volunteer to make the flyers. Believers were hard to find.
She scootched back her chair, stood, and walked around the conference table, where the two of them had been lunching under their new club's banner. Save the exotic birds of the world,
Chloe called out in her commanding contralto. She thrust a flyer at a passing student, a girl she'd never seen before. Halt the sale of exotic birds. Boycott all stores that sell birds of any kind.
The girl glanced at the flyer, clucked in disgust, and dumped it in the trash with her lunch.
Undeterred, Chloe pressed a handful of flyers into a passing group of students. Save our birds from the cruelty of black marketers.
What is this crap?
A hulking guy in baggy jeans and a sports tee paused in front of the table. Squinting over Chloe's shoulder to read the banner behind her, he asked, What's A-R-C?
Animal Rights Crusaders,
Chloe explained. We're working to protect and preserve the animal life on our planet.
You mean like us?
He motioned to the group of guys who were clustering around him. Us party animals?
They howled like hyenas. And who are you supposed to be? Noah? Get it? Noah's arc?
He elbowed the guy next to him, who snorted.
Chloe's eyes narrowed. She punched a fist into her waist and said, For your information, bucko, there are creatures on this earth who are suffering. Helpless creatures, sick and dying all because of human exploitation—
Who cares?
He crumpled the flyer and tossed it over Chloe's head.
Chloe felt the hot mercury rising up the thermometer of her neck.
The guy turned to his buddies and flapped his arms. Arc, arc,
he crowed. He swooped down with a claw finger and grabbed the beret off Chloe's head.
Give it back!
Her raspy voice rose to a shriek.
He took off across the cafeteria. Chloe charged after him.
Chloe, forget it.
Muriel caught up with her at the door. Let him go. You have plenty of hats. Anyway, he's just a dumb jock and you know what they're like. Vapor between the ears.
She demonstrated with puffed out cheeks. Plus, I think we've attracted enough attention.
Muriel motioned with her chin to the growing, snickering crowd near the table.
Chloe flipped open her mental journal. Things I hate, number four, she etched in indelible think. Jock Neanderthals.
This yours?
Chloe heard a deep voice behind her. She whirled. Her red felt beret dangled from the index finger of a hand. Instinctively her eyes traveled up the attached arm. She gulped. It wasn't just an arm. It was his arm. His deeply tanned arm.
I apologize for that goon,
he said as he fitted the hat back on Chloe's head. You have to get used to Faber. He's a fullback. What do you expect?
He smiled at her.
Those eyes, she thought. Those dark-chocolate eyes. Stop it, she chided herself. He's one of them.
Backs are mostly muscle, especially from the neck up.
He tilted his head down to meet Chloe's eyes. That was a joke.
She straightened her shoulders. Ha, ha,
she said dryly.
He gave her a hurt puppy look. Don't I even get a thanks for risking my life to rescue your hat from the hulk?
He hooked his fingers together in front and flexed.
Chloe sucked in a smile. She pivoted in place and mumbled, Thanks.
Then she hustled after Muriel toward the ARC table.
You're Chloe Mankewicz, right?
he said behind her.
She stopped. Why was he following her? Even more important, how did he know her name? Chloe glanced over her shoulder and stared at him, then caught herself drooling and whipped her head back around. Save the exotics,
she called to no one in particular. Her voice had returned to its loud throaty resonance.
My social studies teacher was telling me about your club. She thought I might be interested in joining,
he said at her side.
With nearly lethal force, she punched a fisted flyer into an unsuspecting cheerleader's stomach. When the girl doubled over, gasping for breath, Chloe mumbled, Sorry.
Why didn't he leave? Chloe wondered. She'd been about as rude as crude oil. She picked up her pace across the cafeteria.
I guess because I wrote a paper on recycling, she thinks I'm out to save the world.
When there was no response, he stepped in front of Chloe. I'm Brett. Brett Ryan?
She skidded to a stop, millimeters away from him. I know who you are, she said to herself. All summer long she'd been watching him from her bedroom window while he mowed the neighbor's yard. Watching and wishing . . . She tried to dam the humiliating blush gushing into her cheeks. So,
she cleared her throat, are you interested in joining, Brett Ryan?
She handed out a flyer behind him.
He flinched and took a step backward. Well, uh, no. Not really. Not that I think what you're doing isn't important. I mean, I do think we're trashing the earth. It's just that I have so much else going on right now. You know, football and wrestling, gymnastics coming up—
"Yeah, you