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  1. An Anti-Grinch Gets Excited
  2. My Best Friend Is a Room
  3. Home Is Where the Bach Is
  4. X’s and O’s
  5. Better Than a Puppy
  6. My Sister Is Sick and It’s a Good Thing
  7. A Shot a Day Makes the Doctor Say Yay
  8. Growth Hormone and Marmalade
  9. Silent Questions
  10. No Payne, No Gain
  11. How Not to Make Friends
  12. Art Show
  13. Seventh-Grade Writing
  14. Beach Bum
  15. First Draft
  16. The Doctor That Isn’t Mine
  17. Audacity
  18. Friends and Consequences
  19. Some Dead White Dude
  20. How Grown-Ups Listen
  21. Second Draft
  22. Houston, We Have a Problem
  23. What’s in a Name?
  24. Textbook People’s People
  25. Twitterpated
  26. Out Loud
  27. Thanksgiving Break
  28. Silence
  29. Sound
  30. Eleanor Roosevelt
  31. Gray Walls and Gas Masks
  32. Long Distance
  33. Doctor Who Was Right
  34. The Impossible Dream
  35. A New Doctor
  36. NLD
  37. There’s a Monster at the End of This Brain
  38. Master Plan
  39. The Day
  40. The Night
  41. Hospital
  42. Waiting
  43. Big Doctor Words
  44. Doctor Who Was Wrong
  45. Septal Defect
  46. Waiting Again
  47. A Glass Box
  48. My Body Versus Me
  49. Home Is Where the Heart Is
  50. My People’s People
  51. First Period
  52. She’s Got the Whole World in Her Head
  53. What Brains Are Made Of
  54. One Month Later
  55. When I Showed My Family the Email
  56. On an Ordinary Sunday
  57. What You Do with History
  58. Seventh/Eighth-Grade Division Winner of the Smithsonian Women in STEM Contest
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. CHAPTER ONE
  61. CHAPTER TWO
  62. About the Author
  63. Contents

I bounced over to baby Cecilia and gave her a gigantic smooch on the top of her head.

When Talia came over, I would be ready.

Watch out, Smithsonian, I thought. Libby has a brand-new plan.

What Brains Are Made Of

When Talia came over the next day for a sleepover, I told her my new idea.

She said it was audacious.

(And in case you were wondering, she is not scared of needles.)

I didn’t know if the Smithsonian people would think this project was as grand as getting someone in a textbook, but the idea was weird, and as fun to make as Mom’s cotton-candy pie. I had to at least try.

The plan was going to take all weekend. It was All Hands on Deck.

When you have a new audacious plan, you have to take it step by step:

  1. Mom called Principal Lopez to make sure this plan would be okay. She said it would.
  2. Dad went to the store and bought three long black poster boards. Put together, they were twelve feet long.
  3. Dad also went to the printer’s and got nice copies of lots and lots of small, grape-size brain PET scans Talia and I had found on the internet. PET scans are a special type of picture that doctors take of someone’s brain, and they glow a plethora of neon colors—blue, green, yellow, orange. When we were laying out the pictures and the posters and everything, Dad started getting excited, talking to me about layout and composition.
  4. And when baby Cecilia was sleeping, Nonny helped us cut out all those brains.

It took the entire weekend, but by Monday, I had my project ready.

And it was quite the project.

Imagine this: You’re walking down the hallway of your school, and you see a long, long black poster hanging on the wall by the front office. At first the poster looks like the night sky, with perfectly measured constellations. You see the Big Dipper and Orion’s Belt and Capricorn.

When you step closer, you see that what you thought were bright neon stars aren’t really stars at all.

They’re brains.

Brains glowing in a black night sky.

Now that’s something you won’t forget.

And next to the brain-sky poster is another poster, a poster of a watchful, determined woman in black-and-white. You learn that her name was Cecilia Payne, and that she discovered what stars are made of. You learn about her job, about the people who helped her and the people who didn’t. You learn that stars are made of a bunch of whizzing chemicals, and that thoughts are made of that, too. Plus something neon colored and maybe a little bit magic.

Magic like black holes and dreams and heartbeats.

Magic like teachers and chromosomes and friends.

You might look at the constellations and think, What are MY stars made of?

One Month Later

From: Sabaa Bukhari <[email protected]>

To: Libby Monroe <[email protected]>

Subject: Smithsonian Women in STEM Contest Notification

Dear Libby Monroe,