Mark Sanderlin narrates this comic middle-grade audiobook with the perfect amount of flair. Brewster Gaines loves making videos but has yet to achieve his ultimate goal: going viral online. When he enlists a cool new classmate as his scene partner, Brewster doesn’t realize the chaos he’s about to unleash. As more kids join the project, Sanderlin deftly voices Brewster’s alarm and bewilderment at the extent to which he’s losing control. Sanderlin delicately balances this reaction with Brewster’s growing appreciation for how his new friends fill the lonely spaces left by his emotionally distant family. Sanderlin creates subtle differences in the accents of the large cast of characters, with occasional outbursts of deliberate silliness from characters like cosplayer Godfrey Tarkington. N.M. © AudioFile 2023, Portland, Maine
A Million Views
Narrated by Mark Sanderlin
Aaron StarmerUnabridged — 6 hours, 43 minutes
A Million Views
Narrated by Mark Sanderlin
Aaron StarmerUnabridged — 6 hours, 43 minutes
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“A well-rounded, heartfelt tale of creativity and family.”-Kirkus Reviews, starred review
“A Million Views turns its lens on YouTube fame in a way that's fun, educational, and inspiring.”-Ryan North, New York Times best-selling author of The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl
“A celebration of the creative spirit in all of us!”-Rob Harrell, author of Wink
Brewster Gaines loves everything about making videos. The planning, the filming, the editing, and especially the feeling of watching his YouTube views tick up and up. So what if he doesn't have friends to film with or parents who are home every night for dinner? He's got a phone and a tripod and a lofty goal:
A million views.
But when he enlists the acting chops of charismatic new kid Carly for a ten-second video, he gets more than he bargained for. Her intimidating friend Rosa soon steps in with funding to produce an epic fantasy trailer, and before long, their tiny team is adding cast and crew. What started as a simple shoot mutates into a full-fledged movie production, complete with method-acting cosplayers, special effects, and a monster made out of a go-kart. That's when Brewster realizes that getting to a million views may be harder than he ever imagined . . .
Editorial Reviews
08/08/2022
Gentle humor buoys personal growth in this character-driven novel of filmmaking and found family by Starmer (the Locker 37 series). Twelve-year-old Vermonter Brewster Gaines, serial loner and aspiring director, yearns to go viral with the YouTube videos he creates. After a rare moment of cooperation with a classmate, skater Carly Lee, results in solid content, he realizes that it has the potential to garner his desired “million views”—if only it had the appropriate resources. Then Carly’s privileged friend Rosa signs on as producer, ushering in a growing squad of collaborators, and the project is granted a $5,000 budget, a deadline, and a new life as trailer for yet-unmade film Carly Lee and the Land of Shadows. To the discomfort of control-conscious Brewster, the team grows to include costume-savvy Godfrey Tarkington and his production manager sister Isolde, half-Tanzanian special effects whiz Harriet Joseph, and eager assistant Liam Wentworth. Wryly narrated in the third person and filled with believable, intriguing characters, the narrative twines an in-depth look at the filmmaking process with a rift brewing in Brewster’s largely detached family, astutely developing the filmmaker’s relationship with his quietly supportive nonbinary sibling and his increasingly tight-knit crew. Most characters default to white. Ages 10–up. Agent: Michael Bourret, Dystel, Goderich & Bourret. (Oct.)
Lights, cameras, AND action! A celebration of the creative spirit in all of us! This story has a lot of heart and a ton of fun. It charmed my inner twelve-year-old wannabe filmmaker!”—Rob Harrell, author of Wink
“A Million Views turns its lens on YouTube fame in a way that’s fun, educational, and inspiring. Its relatable characters and super satisfying story make it not just worth a view . . . they make it a hit.”—Ryan North, New York Times best-selling author of The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl
“A well-rounded, heartfelt tale of creativity and family.”—Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"Gentle humor buoys personal growth in this character-driven novel of filmmaking and found family by Starmer."—Publishers Weekly
"Starmer delivers his signature offbeat humor here through quirky secondary characters and quippy narration."—Booklist
11/01/2022
Gr 4–6—Twelve-year-old Brewster Gaines is an aspiring YouTube star. While he doesn't really have friends or a close-knit family, he does have his phone, a dated MacBook, and "a willingness to try." With every short video he creates and posts, he dreams of reaching a million views, though he's never come close. When two classmates approach him with an idea to film a trailer for a movie yet to be created, Brewster is confused, frustrated, and excited. As the breadth of the project becomes evident, more classmates are added to the movie-making crew. Unfortunately, these one-dimensional characters are defined almost exclusively by their roles in the production. There's the aspiring movie star who must be kept happy; the theatrical family that loves cosplay; the standoffish producer who's funding the project; and so on. Brewster's older sibling, Jade, identifies as nonbinary, and while it's a welcome inclusion, it's unfortunate that Jade is not a fully fleshed-out character. As the plot progresses, Brewster comes to understand more about friendship and the workings of his own family. VERDICT Readers who can make it past the slow set-up may enjoy the snappy dialogue and the insider's look at how movies are made. An additional purchase.—Lindsay Loup
Mark Sanderlin narrates this comic middle-grade audiobook with the perfect amount of flair. Brewster Gaines loves making videos but has yet to achieve his ultimate goal: going viral online. When he enlists a cool new classmate as his scene partner, Brewster doesn’t realize the chaos he’s about to unleash. As more kids join the project, Sanderlin deftly voices Brewster’s alarm and bewilderment at the extent to which he’s losing control. Sanderlin delicately balances this reaction with Brewster’s growing appreciation for how his new friends fill the lonely spaces left by his emotionally distant family. Sanderlin creates subtle differences in the accents of the large cast of characters, with occasional outbursts of deliberate silliness from characters like cosplayer Godfrey Tarkington. N.M. © AudioFile 2023, Portland, Maine
★ 2022-07-27
A tween filmmaker rallies classmates to create the next viral sensation.
Brewster Gaines loves movies. He may not have friends or an attentive teacher or even loving parents who are home every night, but at least Brewster has the movies. His quest to create a viral sensation dominates his every waking moment. When Brewster enlists energetic, photogenic new kid Carly for his latest 10-second video, he sets in motion a chain of events that lead the pair of tween filmmakers to join forces with a quintet of fellow young artists who band together to produce a trailer for an epic fantasy film. A simple day shoot turns into a weeklong endeavor with a budget, method actors, special effects, and craft services. They evolve into a group of friends, and as Brewster observes his new buddies relate to their families, he comes to understand his own has a handful of shortcomings he never before considered. Starmer skillfully explores his band of misfits: Every one of the seven tweens gets subtle character shadings that make for a memorably engaging group of characters. The humor is sharp, the story is well paced, and any reader who ever hoped to go viral will find plenty to enjoy here. The characters read as default White in the text; the cover art indicates some racial diversity.
A well-rounded, heartfelt tale of creativity and family. (Fiction. 9-14)
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940178848258 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Penguin Random House |
| Publication date: | 10/04/2022 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
| Age Range: | 10 - 13 Years |
Read an Excerpt
Chapter 1: The Problem with Bottomless Pits
Brewster Gaines had to push a friend into a bottomless pit. Simple enough, right? All he needed was the pit and the friend to push in. Plus some special effects to add in post.
Post, in case you don’t know, is what directors call postproduction. And that’s what Brewster was: a director. He made movies. Or to be completely accurate, he made videos. The latest video he was working on was called “What Do You Do with Friends Who Don’t Return Your Messages?”
The answer to that age-old question? Push them into a bottomless pit, of course.
The whole thing was going to be about ten seconds long. The first five seconds would feature a boy, played by Brewster, holding a phone and approaching his friend while saying, “Hey, I messaged you two days ago! Why didn’t you answer?” Then the friend would shrug, and the boy would run over and push the friend into the pit.
The other five seconds of the video would show the friend falling through the darkness of the pit, screaming, “I deserve thisssss!” while their body would get smaller and smaller but never hit anything.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t that simple. In fact, Brewster discovered it was nearly impossible.
First, digging a bottomless pit was no easy task, even one that wasn’t technically bottomless. Brewster only needed to dig one that looked bottomless from a certain angle, with specific lighting. It still took him hours to carve out anything even halfway suitable. He was a director, after all, not a backhoe.
Second, finding a friend to push into a bottomless pit was a little bit easier, though not much. Brewster had to convince someone to fall over backward multiple times. Because this video would require multiple takes. Twenty, at least. Maybe as many as fifty. The fall needed to be perfect, with the perfect windmilling arms and the perfect panicked facial expression. Anything less than perfect would mean the video would have no chance of going viral.
Finally, there was post—the aforementioned postproduction. That’s all the editing and manipulating that Brewster had to do to the video once he completed the principal photography. In other words, after digging a suitable bottomless pit and finding a talented actor willing to be pushed into it over and over again, Brewster needed to create the special effect of having that actor’s body continue to fall for a full five seconds. This would probably be quick work for someone who had professional 3D-rendering apps and skills with computer graphics, but Brewster had none of those things. He had access to the software that came with his six-year-old MacBook, and he had a willingness to try. In case you didn’t know, old software and a willingness to try don't always translate into awe-inspiring special effects.
And so, Brewster was faced with a lot of problems to solve in order to create a ten-second video.
Which was fine. Which was great, actually. This was what he loved.
• • •
“It’s ready,” Brewster told Carly Lee on Thursday as they rode the bus to school.
He was talking about the pit. He’d spent the last three evenings digging, and it was finally the proper depth where it could pass as bottomless, so long as his phone was mounted correctly on the tripod and the sun wasn’t too high in the sky.
Carly had agreed to play the role of the friend. She was a skateboarder and accustomed to falling. In fact, she was quite good at it.
“What time do you want to start?” she asked.
“As soon as school is over,” he said. “Maybe sooner. Would you be willing to skip?”
“Would you be willing to dress up as me and take my detention?”
“I would,” Brewster replied.
This wasn’t a lie. Brewster had proven he was willing to suffer for his art. He’d broken bones—two fingers during a GoPro recording of a go-kart stunt at a local carnival. He’d contracted a stomach virus—after which he decided that working with toddlers, even well-behaved ones, might not be worth it. He’d been kicked out of Target more than once—store managers aren’t always appreciative of stop-motion video productions being filmed in the produce section with borrowed toys. So yes, he was always ready to make some sacrifices to ensure top-notch productions.
At this point Carly was, shall we say, less dedicated, but she was still on board. “We’ll take the bus home at the normal time,” she said. “I’ll get off at your stop and we’ll start right away. But you better have snacks.”
“Will potato chips work?” Brewster asked.
“What type?”
“Salt and . . .”
“Vinegar?”
Brewster nodded reluctantly. Salt and vinegar chips were an acquired taste, and one that not many people acquired.
“Acceptable,” Carly finally said, and Brewster felt the relief wash over him. He also took a couple of mental notes: In the future, buy a larger variety of snacks. For now, be thankful that Carly is very cool.
Other than being very cool, Carly was a bit of a mystery. Brewster knew that she was a transplant from New Jersey and had moved into town at the beginning of the year. She seemed to be okay with living in Vermont, though sometimes she’d crack jokes about distinctly Vermont things, such as creemees and witch windows. He rode the bus with her, and they’d make small talk from time to time. She wasn’t exactly his friend, but she tolerated him. Which was saying something, because not everyone tolerated Brewster.
Brewster would often see Carly at the skate park next to the playground where he filmed a lot of his videos. She was often filming videos too, skateboarding tricks that she’d post on her TikTok channel. She’d usually acknowledge his presence with a nod as she stood at the top of the quarter-pipe. Then she’d hop on her board and do something that was liable to break her neck. But she wouldn’t break her neck because she, in her own words, “didn’t completely suck.”
When Brewster had approached her at that skate park a few days earlier and asked her to appear in “What Do You Do with Friends Who Don’t Return Your Messages?” he did so saddled with low expectations. Since she wasn’t exactly his friend, he didn’t have to take her rejection personally. And he expected rejection. It came with the territory for visionaries like Brewster. Anything more would be considered an enormous win.
When her response was, “Sure, why not?” Brewster raised both hands in celebration. Which made Carly laugh. Her laugh was like chocolate milk. Really good.
Chapter 2: Character Motivation
Carly Lee chomped on salt and vinegar potato chips as Brewster set up the tripod.
“All I have to do is stand here and then you’ll push me?” she asked.
“There’s more to it than that,” Brewster said. “When I walk up to your character, you’ve got to be ambivalent.”
“Ambivalent?”
“It means you don’t care.”
“Got it.”
“So think about something you don’t care about.”
“That’s a lot of things.”
“Focus on one.”
“Okay. I’ll think about owls.”
Brewster paused to consider owls for a moment. Then he asked, “What’s wrong with owls?”
“They’re creepy,” she replied. “Not a fan.”
“So you do care about owls, then?”
“What?”
“You’re not ambivalent about owls,” Brewster said. “Owls give you emotions. I need you to be emotionless. Think about something you don’t care about at all. Something that gives you no feelings whatsoever.”
“Fine.” Carly closed her eyes. “Mustard. I’ll think about mustard.”
If it worked for her, then it worked for Brewster. He went back to setting up the tripod. He figured that the sun would be in the right position for at least forty-five minutes. The pit would look sufficiently black while the grass around it would look sufficiently green. That is, if he got the angle right. The stiff tripod wasn’t doing him any favors.
“Here’s an idea,” Carly said. “What if I think about owls when you push me?”
Brewster opened a level app to make sure the phone was perfectly straight on the tripod before he answered. “What do you mean?”
Carly walked over to the pit, stood at its edge, and said, “So I’ll be over here thinking about mustard, all like, ‘Eh, mustard, who cares about mustard?’ But then when you push me, I can be all like, ‘Owls! Creepy owls everywhere! Owls, owls, owls!’ ”
She threw her arms in the air and waved them wildly. It was all a bit much, but Brewster couldn’t tell her that. It was never a good idea to critique an actor so early in a shoot.
“We can definitely try that,” Brewster said.
Directors in the not-too-distant past had to shoot on film, and while Brewster did have romantic notions about shooting on film, he knew that shooting on digital was the better choice for him. Film costs money because film is an actual thing. With digital, he could shoot for days and not worry. It took up hardly any space at all. It cost nothing. Or almost nothing—he had rented a terabyte of storage from Google for one year. Which meant he could humor his performers and do multiple takes without worrying about financial consequences.
“Let’s do it, then,” Carly said, and she practiced her flailing as Brewster stepped back from the tripod.
The framing was as good as it was going to get. It was time to shoot.
“Okay,” Brewster said and tapped the circular red record icon. “We’re rolling, but I’ll say ‘action’ when it’s time to do it. And let’s do it over and over without stopping so we can make the best use of the current conditions.”
“But I’ll get dirty each time,” Carly said. “Won’t we have to, like, clean my clothes and comb my hair after each take?”
Good point. Why didn’t Brewster think of that earlier? Because there were so many other things to consider, that’s why. Sound. Performance. The movement of the earth in relation to the sun!
“Okay,” Brewster said. “We can’t clean you up after every take, so we’ll work with it. Let’s pretend your character is an ambivalent . . . slob.”
“Who hates owls,” Carly added.
“Sure,” Brewster said. “An owl-hating slob who’s often ambivalent.”
Carly nodded. “I’m okay with that.”
“Does that mean you’re ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Good enough for Brewster, so he stepped out of frame and pointed to the spot where Carly was supposed to stand. He had marked it with a small black stone. Carly moved into position, and Brewster said, “Aaaand . . . action.”
He counted quietly to three, then he paced into the frame while delivering his line: “Hey, I messaged you two days ago! Why didn’t you answer?”
Carly shrugged her ambivalence. And he gave her a mighty push into the pit.
“Whoa,” she said as she climbed out. “You really went for it there.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, no. I can handle it, but remember I’m a human person with bones and guts and everything.”
“As long as you remember that this is art. And art is more important than people.”
Whoops. Brewster immediately regretted saying that. This was why some people didn’t tolerate him. Brewster’s passion was overwhelming. Feelings were always secondary. Or tertiary, which meant they came third. Or maybe even farther down the list. His videos—his art!—would always be number one, and he could never imagine anything else muscling its way into the top slot.
Again, he was lucky that Carly was very cool. She snorted. “You’re a funny kid, Brewster. Just promise not to break my arm, okay?”
“Technically, I can’t make that promise,” Brewster said, because he was an honest guy, and injuries can never be entirely ruled out on a set.
Carly shrugged and replied, “Fine. Promise me if you do break my arm, it will at least look amazing.”
“That I can do,” Brewster said.
He took one more mental note: In the future, make all actors sign a contract that says if they break their arms, then they can’t sue me.
• • •
They did it over and over, twenty times at least, and Brewster let his phone continue recording throughout. Carly got quite good at her part, improving her reactions with every take, and always displaying her natural charisma and athleticism. The only reason they had to stop the filming was because of Brewster’s neighbor from across the street, Piper Barnes.
“Brewster Gaines!” Piper hollered as she strode across the yard pointing at him. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?”
Before Brewster could respond, Piper shouldered him out of the way and came to Carly’s aid. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Carly responded.
“Because this little psycho was pushing you into a hole.” Piper glared at Brewster as she said it.
Carly laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Piper said.
“You called Brewster a psycho,” Carly said. “Li’l harmless Brewster.”
Brewster didn’t like being called a psycho. Or li’l. Or harmless. And he certainly didn’t like Piper interrupting his production. “We’re wasting valuable time,” he said. “We can only shoot for another ten minutes. No distractions.”
“Wait,” Piper whispered to Carly. “You’re okay with this?”
Carly shrugged. “He’s not paying me or anything, but it’s still kinda fun. I’m curious how it’ll turn out. And what people will think of it.”
Piper looked at Carly, then at the hole, then at Brewster, then at the phone mounted on the tripod, then back at Carly, then back at the hole, then back at Brewster.
“I don’t care if it’s fun or whatever it is,” Piper said to Brewster, and she started walking away. “You don’t go around pushing girls!”
Piper was in high school—a freshman—and Brewster and Carly were in sixth grade. That meant that Piper was wiser and more mature. At least that’s what it was supposed to mean. To Brewster, it seemed like Piper’s three extra years of life had sucked the joy out of her.
Piper was filled with joy when she was their age. Brewster remembered. She used to dance in her yard when the dandelions were thick, twirling her arms and humming Taylor Swift songs. She used to lie in her hammock and read graphic novels that would make her giggle. But that was a few years ago. An eternity. These days Piper was withdrawn and often annoyed, if not angry, with the world. Deep down, Brewster knew this wasn’t his fault, but that didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes think that it was.
As Piper crossed the street and headed back toward her home, Brewster apologized to Carly. “That’s Piper,” he said. “She’s grumpy.”
“Just a girl looking out for another girl,” Carly said. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“I guess not.”
“You know what?” Carly said. “We’ve done enough takes. I should go. I promised to help Mom and Ken with dinner.”
Great, Brewster thought, Piper ruined the rhythm of the shoot, and now Carly is bored. “Ten more takes, that’s all I need,” Brewster said. “To make sure it’s perfect. And then we have to do the green screen work.”
“Green screen?” she said. “You never said anything about a green screen.”
“Sure I did,” Brewster said, because he was sure that he did. He had dyed a white sheet neon green specifically for the occasion.
“I don’t know what a green screen is, but we can green screen some other time,” Carly said as she picked up her backpack, which she’d stashed behind a tree.
“But we need to finish it tonight!” Brewster yelped.
“What’s the rush?”
“It’s already Thursday. I’ve gotta post by Friday night. That way it has two days to build steam and go semi-viral by Sunday night, and then on Monday morning, when people are goofing off at school or work because they wish it was still the weekend, they’ll share it over and over, and by the end of the week it’ll be on late-night TV and local news and . . . everywhere.”
Carly stared at Brewster for a second, then shrugged. “Seems likely. Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve gotta help Mom and Ken with dinner. I’m all in for international fame, but it will have to wait a few more days.”
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