Seven-year-old Louise Trapeze is finally old enough to fly in her circus act—but the platform is so very, very high.
Louise wants nothing more than to be grown up. She uses words like “actually” and “superb” (as Louse describes: “It’s much more mature than just plain super”) to feel sophisticated. But when it is her Birthday Eve and her parents surprise her with a sparkly, new leotard for her flying-trapeze act debut, she feels anything but mature. In fact, her stomach feels “squeezy,” and her heart goes “skitter-skitter-skitter.” Louise Trapeze is 100 percent afraid of heights! The hardest part is that Louise can’t tell anyone. What if they kick her out of the circus? Louise’s dramatic precociousness (the text is scattered with hand-lettered facts, vocabulary definitions, and asides) is reminiscent of another certain fancy gal that readers adore. Even when filled to the brim with young angst—a skirmish with her best friend, a tangle with the resident bully, and, of course, Louise’s internal struggle with her deep, dark secret—Louise Trapeze is still lighthearted and cheery.
A sweet peek beneath the big top; readers will clamor for the next one. (Fiction. 6-9)