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Second
, an American Library Association Best Book for Young Adults, is about a sixteen-year-old baseball player who has trouble dealing with the death of his older brother, who had been a star shortstop. As he slowly starts to heal with the help of a girlfriend and an older male friend, he learns the truth about the mysterious accident in which his brother was killed.
    Taking to the Air: The Rise of Michael Jordan
examines the basketball star’s life, as well as the social, cultural, and commercial forces that helped shape his legend. This was selected as a New York Public library best book for teenagers in 1993.
    Mr. Naughton’s most recent novel,
Where the Frost Has Its Home
, features a seventh-grade hockey player.
    In high school, Jim Naughton helped found his school’s cross-country team. But, he says, when he was growing up “my heart belonged to baseball. Unfortunately I wasn’t much good at it.” As an adult living in Washington, D.C., he now walks and swims for exercise.

    Harlow sees the potential in Randy, who is insensitive, impulsive, and in trouble. If only Randy can learn to control his temper…

Fury

    It was after midnight when Harlow Fuller heard his dog barking in the front yard. He was in his bedroom, in the neat, five-room brick house he’d owned for years. He put down the magazine he’d been reading and went cautiously to the front door. A baseball bat stood in the corner behind the door. South Jamaica was a bit safer than ghetto Brooklyn, but here, where people owned their homes, the burglary rate was higher.
    Harlow peeked through the drawn curtains on his barred windows. He saw a large young man standing at his front gate. From behind the gate, Emile, Harlow’s huge Doberman, was barking wildly. Harlow went to the front door and opened it a crack.
    “Who’s out there? What do you want at this hour?” he called.
    “Uncle Harlow? It’s me—Randy Fuller.”
    “What are you doing out here in Jamaica?”
    “I can explain, if you let me in.”
    Harlow stepped outside. “Emile!” he said softly.“Place!” The dog stopped barking immediately and trotted over to Harlow’s side, where he sat down and looked up at his master. “Good boy,” Harlow said, rubbing the dog’s ears.
    “It’s okay, Randy,” Harlow called to the boy at the gate. “You can come in. Emile won’t bother you now.” He turned and went inside. Randy entered the yard and followed his uncle into the house.
    Once inside, Harlow said, “Well, let’s have a look at you, boy. Last time I saw you, you were… ten years old, I think. At your daddy’s funeral. You’ve sure grown.”
    There was no denying Randy’s size. He stood two inches over six feet. When Randy took off his light wind-breaker, under which he wore a T-shirt, Harlow noticed the young man’s barrel chest and thickly muscled arms. He whistled softly.
    “Seems we got us a heavyweight in the family,” Harlow observed. “I can’t believe how much you look like your daddy. He could have been a fine boxer, you know. I offered to train him, but your mamma was dead against it.
    “So your daddy stayed on, driving a truck. And what happened? He gets hit by a drunk with no insurance. Some safe job.
    “I said that to your mamma at the funeral. Bert would have been safer in the ring. She hasn’t talked to me since. I’m not welcome at your mamma’s house. That’s why I’m so surprised that you showed up here. And at this hour. What’s going on, Randy?”
    Randy shifted in the chair, facing Harlow. “I’m in bad trouble, Uncle Harlow. Police are looking for me.”
    “What did you do, boy?”
    “Nothing, really. I was just there when something happened.”
    Harlow threw back his head and laughed loudly. “Half the cons in the joint say the same thing, Randy. Suppose you back up a bit and tell me just what went down.”
    “I was helping out a pal,” Randy said. “His name is…
was
Eddie Sanger. Some dude owed Eddie some money. Eddie asked me