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Hanging On To MaxIt’s Sam Pettigrew’s senior year of high school. He should be planning for college. Trying out for the football team with his best friend, Andy. Checking out the mall with his girlfriend. Maybe even doing some fishing with his dad. Instead he’s up to his ears in diapers, formula and the challenges of caring for his baby son, Max. Can Sam keep on juggling the demands of home, school, friends and fatherhood? Sam is starting to question himself and his convictions. Will he now have to make a gut-wrenching decision about Max’s future—and his own? |

Reviews
“When Sam’s girlfriend wants to give their baby up for adoption, the 17-year-old assumes the role of custodial single parent of his son. Hanging On To Max is a breath of fresh air. Bechard has written a poignant winner of a book peopled with human beings all struggling to make their lives work. And she has created in Sam an unforgettable and realistic protagonist full of heart and guts.” —School Library Journal, starred review
“It’s unusual to find a boy in the teen single-parent role, but this story is both realistic and perceptive, and the characters are fully realized.” —Booklist
- An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
- An ALA Quick Pick
- A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year
- A CCBC Choice
Author’s Notes
This story grew from a fairly simple idea: what if a teenage boy had sole custody of his baby son? The idea occurred to me early on—probably in about 1993—but it took me almost ten years to start to shape the story that could grow around it. Periodically I would take the idea out, kind of toss it around in my brain and then think, “Nope. Not yet. Not ready to write that one yet.”

When a voice comes like that, loud and clear and even, just a bit, insistent, that’s a gift. And a writer ignores those gifts at her peril. So I put aside the science fiction novel—which, frankly, wasn’t really going anywhere anyway—and I started to following that voice. I started trying to make time to really listen. I started trying to capture it.
The process of writing this story was really a process of finding out about Sam, who he was. And who he wasn’t. I thought I was writing the story of a teenaged boy who wanted to do the best thing for his baby son. And I thought that meant keeping his baby son. I thought the story would end with Sam and Max walking—or strolling—off into the sunset together. But . . .the more I got to know Sam, the more I realized that that would not be a satisfactory ending for his story.


