Book:  Sons of the Sphinx

Character:  Rosa

Author Name:  Cheryl Carpinello

Character Introduction:

Hi! I’m Rosa. I’m 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. I’m your typical teenager—well, almost. I don’t have many friends anymore, but it’s hard to blame the other kids. If I was them, I’d probably steer clear of me too, at least most of the time. No one is ever mean to me; I’ve grown up with most of them, and on my bad days, they try to ignore me. Wish I could do the same to those who talk to me. Mostly I just shake my head and carry on.

What conflict are you up against?

OMG. That is a loaded question. I mean, I’m 15. Conflicts are part of my daily life! Passing my classes. Trying to get a date for school dances. Dealing with Nana’s gift nearly every day while I try not to lose my mind.

Oh, I bet you’re talking about in the story. Right, I should have known that. Well, without giving too much away, my ability to hear dead people talk pits me against an evil man, introduces me to the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen, and puts my life in danger. Sounds great doesn’t it? Nope. Not at all.

What is your strongest personality trait?

 That would have to be my sarcastic humor. When you have a gift like mine, you need something to fall back on. Here are a few instances of it:

“It would be something to tell my, my…Right, I could tell the kids in my classes that I went to ancient Egypt with the ghost of King Tut. Can you hear the death knell? Bring out the strait jacket.”

“Most girls I know have had at least one boyfriend and have even gone on dates, even it is was with a group of kids. Me, the last time I held hands with a boy was in the fourth grade. We went on a trip to the zoo, and I had to hold hands with red-headed Erik as the we crossed the road…How sad it that?”

“In front of me is desert, sand, open sky, and heat for as far as I can see. Already sweat is starting to run down my face and neck. I thought gym class was bad. I’m not even moving here, and it’s as if a river is coursing through me. I sweat more standing still in this country than I ever did playing basketball.”

If you could change one thing in this world, what would you change?

I would make it so my Nana was still alive. I know that sounds self-centered, but she left me with her gift and didn’t give me any advice. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with it. It scares me, really scares me sometimes. I often wonder if she was ever scared. Now that I’ve been through this experience, I long to talk with her about it—to see if there is a way to go out and do good with it, not just wait around and see what happens.

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