SYNC Summer Audiobook 2018 week 9

I just wanted to take a quick moment to remind you about SYNC is a free summer audiobook program for young adults but you can do this to.  From April 26th to July 25th, SYNC gives away two complete audiobook downloads a week –pairs of high interest titles, based on weekly themes. Sign up for email or text alerts and be first to know when new titles are available to download at www.audiobooksync.com.

I have always wanted to give audio books another chance and what better way then through SYNC Audio Books. These are actually both books I have never read so I am excited to give them a try.

The audiobooks this week are:

by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa | Read by Steven Culp,Pamela Gray, Simon Helberg, Jamison Jones, Jarrett Sleeper

Published by L.A. Theatre Works

Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa’s coming-of-age, coming-out cocktail with a twist of terror. Thirteen-year-old Franklin Robertson is trying to survive adolescence. His parents don’t understand him, his brother torments him, he has no friends, and he’s more interested in the high school quarterback than any girl. The one bright spot in his life is the glow of the black-and-white TV in his parents’ basement. Here, he worships at the altar of the Saturday Night Horror Movie, hosted by the eerie Dr. Cerberus. Before long, Franklin is convinced that only by going on the show will his life be redeemed—by Dr. Cerberus himself! An L.A. Theatre Works full cast performance featuring: Simon Helberg as Franklin Robertson Jamison Jones as Doctor Cerberus Steven Culp as Lawrence Robertson Pamela J. Gray as Lydia Robertson Jarrett Sleeper as Rodney Robertson Original music by Steven Cahill. Directed by Bart DeLorenzo. Recorded before a live audience at the Skirball Cultural Center, Los Angeles in July of 2010. Doctor Ceberus is part of L.A. Theatre Works’ Relativity Series featuring science-themed plays. Major funding for the Relativity Series is provided by the Alfred P. Sloan Foundation to enhance public understanding of science and technology in the modern world.
 

by Bill Konigsberg | Read by Pete Cross

Published by Dreamscape Media

Rafe is a normal teenager from Colorado. He’s been out since 8th grade, accepted by his peers & championed by his progressive parents. And while that’s important, all Rafe really wants is to be a regular guy. To have his sexuality be a part of who he is, but not the headline, every single time. So when Rafe transfers to an all-boys’ boarding school in New England, he decides to keep his sexuality a secret — not so much going back in the closet as starting over with a clean slate. But then he sees a classmate breaking down and realizes his own labels aren’t well-concealed. And most of all, he falls in love with Ben…who doesn’t even know that love is possible.

Review/ Neverworld Wake

Title: NEVERWORLD WAKE
Author: Marisha Pessl
Pub. Date: June 5, 2018
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook
Pages: 336

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Once upon a time, back at Darrow-Harker School, Beatrice Hartley and her six best friends were the cool kids, the beautiful ones. Then the shocking death of Jim—their creative genius and Beatrice’s boyfriend—changed everything.

One year after graduation, Beatrice is returning to Wincroft—the seaside estate where they spent so many nights sharing secrets, crushes, plans to change the world—hoping she’ll get to the bottom of the dark questions gnawing at her about Jim’s death. But as the night plays out in a haze of stilted jokes and unfathomable silence, Beatrice senses she’s never going to know what really happened.

Then a mysterious man knocks on the door. Blithely, he announces the impossible: time for them has become stuck, snagged on a splinter that can only be removed if the former friends make the harshest of decisions. Now Beatrice has one last shot at answers–and at life.

I quickly want to thank Rockstar Book Tour for allowing me to be a part of this book tour and for sending me a ecopy of the book to read.

This is my first time reading Marisha Pessl books. Her previous books were Special Topics in Calamity Physics and Night Film. I actually have Night Film sitting on my book case that I bought and haven’t read yet but after reading Neverworld Wake I am excited to pick it up and read this summer. Especially if Night Film is anything like this.

This book was definitely full of things that I love when I am reading a murder mystery kind of book such as twist and turns and things you don’t expect. I wanted to savor this book but I practically devoured it pretty much in a day because I just couldn’t leave that world and needed to know what was going to happen next.

I have to say that this book left me shaking my head wondering what just happened? Its been a few days since I read the book and I am still sitting here in awe of it. If you know me in real life you know I don’t reread books but I literally want to reread this because that ending make me feeling like did I miss clues along the way.

I think that the cover is actually one that suits this book to a tee and its not very often that I will say that. I know I will say the cover is pretty but to have one that actually suits the book is something else. The cover definitely captures the book and the book is one you would probably pick up if it was facing you in a bookstore. Plus do you notice anything about the cover? It wasn’t until I had put it down that I saw it.What do you see?

I realize as I sit here to do the review that all I can honestly say is read the synopsis and go and pick up the book because if I tell you anything more I will be giving the book away and I don’t want to do that. I don’t think this book will disappoint.

I could definitely see this being made into a movie that’s how good the writing was for me. Marisha creates this fantastic world that makes you feel like you are a part of the book and that its real.

If your looking for the perfect summer read then I have to highly recommend this.

 

 

Blog Tour/ Neverworld Wake

Title: NEVERWORLD WAKE
Author: Marisha Pessl
Pub. Date: June 5, 2018
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook
Pages: 336

Find it: GoodreadsAmazonAudibleB&NiBooksTBD

Once upon a time, back at Darrow-Harker School, Beatrice Hartley and her six best friends were the cool kids, the beautiful ones. Then the shocking death of Jim—their creative genius and Beatrice’s boyfriend—changed everything.

One year after graduation, Beatrice is returning to Wincroft—the seaside estate where they spent so many nights sharing secrets, crushes, plans to change the world—hoping she’ll get to the bottom of the dark questions gnawing at her about Jim’s death. But as the night plays out in a haze of stilted jokes and unfathomable silence, Beatrice senses she’s never going to know what really happened.

Then a mysterious man knocks on the door. Blithely, he announces the impossible: time for them has become stuck, snagged on a splinter that can only be removed if the former friends make the harshest of decisions. Now Beatrice has one last shot at answers–and at life.

About Marisha:

Marisha Pessl grew up in Asheville, North Carolina, and now lives in New York City. Special Topics in Calamity Physics, her debut novel, was a bestseller in both hardcover and paperback. It won the 2006 John Sargent Sr. First Novel Prize (now the Center for Fiction’s Flaherty-Dunnan First Novel Prize), and was selected as one of the 10 Best Books of the Year by The New York Times Book Review. Her new novel, Night Film, comes out August 20, 2013.

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Giveaway Details:

3 winners will receive a finished copy of NEVERWORLD WAKE, US Only.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

6/1/2018- YA Books Central– Excerpt

Week Two:

6/4/2018- Two Chicks on Books– Excerpt

6/5/2018- Bookish Lifestyle– Review

6/6/2018- Tea With Mermaids Review

6/7/2018- Trendy Simple Life– Review

6/8/2018- A Dream Within A Dream– Review

Week Three:

6/11/2018- Books Coffee and Repeat– Review

6/12/2018- Nerdophiles– Review

6/13/2018- Life of a Literary Nerd– Review

6/14/2018- Jena Brown Writes– Review

6/15/2018- Once Upon a Twilight– Review

Week Four:

6/18/2018- Here’s to Happy Endings– Review

6/19/2018- Book-Keeping– Review

6/20/2018- A Gingerly Review– Review

6/21/2018- Cindy’s Love of Books– Review

6/22/2018- RhythmicBooktrovert– Review

Week Five:

6/25/2018- BookHounds YA– Review

6/26/2018- Under the Book Cover– Review

6/27/2018- Smada’s Book Smack– Review

6/28/2018- Hauntedbybooks– Review

6/29/2018- The Cover Contessa– Excerpt

Release Day Blitz/ Between The Sea and Stars

I am so excited that BETWEEN THE SEA AND STARS by Chantal Gadoury is available now and that I get to share the news!
 
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Chantal Gadoury, be sure to check out all the details below.
 
This blitz also includes a pre-order giveaway courtesy of Chantal. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.
About The Book:
Title: BETWEEN
THE SEA AND STARS
Author: Chantal
Gadoury
Pub. Date: June
19, 2018
Publisher: The
Parliament House
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: ?
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A Legend, A Magical Shell  A Girl Who Dreamed Of Something More… 

Lena, a Merrow girl, lives in the Skagerrak sea with her father, Carrick and her brother, Javelin who tells her of the legend of the Merrow Queen murdered by her human lover when greed takes over. But what’s worth spilling the queen’s blood? Gifted from Poseidon, himself, a magic shell gives any human the ability to control both land and sea. 

When Javelin is called to join a clan of Merrow soldiers bent on protecting their waters from human invasion, Lena resists Merrow law and ventures to the shore with no choice but to swim to land. 

With newfound legs, Lena is whisked away on a new adventure with new friends and new trouble. Everyone seems to want something from her as intrigue lurks around every corner. 

Trying her best to hide who she is and remain safe from the dangers of the human world, will Lena finally find where she belongs, or will she be swept into a strong and stormy current by lust, greed, and jealousy?
Excerpt:
“Tell me the legend of the Skagerrak queen.”
 
Javelin lifted a brow. “It’s hardly a legend, Lena,” he said. “It’s
barely been a decade.” His voice was easy, unbothered by the possibility of
being overheard. They were alone in this place. There was no need to whisper or
scold or shush. Still, he groaned. “I’ve told that one a thousand times. You
should know it by heart. Aren’t you tired of it yet?”
 
“Come on,” Lena urged him. “It’s my favorite. Tell me again.”
 
He rolled his eyes, but his mouth curved into a grin. “Fine.” His scooped
a clam shell out of the sand and began sliding the sharp side of a rock against
its grain. “The queen fell in love with a human man,” he began, his strong
fingers holding the clam firmly in place. “Every full moon, she used her magic
to travel ashore to see him.”
 
Lena settled onto her elbows, relishing the smooth sound of her brother’s
voice as he recited the tale. 
A dreamy smile spread over her lips.
 
“I wonder how she met him,” she murmured softly, tilting her chin up and
letting her lashes flutter shut.
 
“Likely the same way any merrow meets a human,” Javelin teased.
“Shipwrecked during one of Poseidon’s storms. She should have drowned him
immediately.”
 
“But she couldn’t!” Lena’s eyes pinged open. “For he was devilishly
handsome, even soaking wet. The most handsome man she’d ever seen.”
 
“Devilish is right,” Javelin allowed. “Whether he was handsome or not,
I’ll let your imagination decide.”
 
“Oh, he was.” Lena was smiling widely now. “He was, perhaps, the most
beautiful human man in existence, and desperately enraptured by the queen. Each
full moon, he waited for her, pacing the beach like a madman. And when she
would emerge from the sea, he’d run hip-deep to meet her, unable to spend one
more moment apart. He’d wrap his muscular arms around her—”
 
“For Poseidon’s sake, Lena.”
 
“And they’d dance together,” she pressed on, giggling, “as only humans
can do. They’d dance and dance the hours away, bathed in starlight, humming
songs into one another’s ears.”
 
“Until one night. . .” Javelin prompted smugly, and Lena rolled her eyes.
 
“Until one night,” she sighed, “something overcame the queen’s lover.
Greed.”
 
“Human greed,” Javelin corrected. “Human nature. It was only a matter of
time.”
 
She glared at him, but didn’t interrupt as he continued. This was the
best and the worst part of the tale, and Javelin—damn him, was good at telling
it. And he knew.
 
“That night, the queen swam toward the surface, impatient as ever she
was. Ready to be rid of her tail. Ready to be human again. Her magic was a gift
from Poseidon himself, contained in a delicate shell which she wore around her
neck on a gold chain. It gave her the ability to explore the shore, and to
control the storms and seas.”
 
Lena leaned in.
 
“As she swam, the queen began to change. Faint sobs faltered over her
blue-scaled lips—cries of pain, lost to the rushing lull of the waves and the
urgent beating of her fins. Swiftly, her tail separated into two perfectly
shaped legs, and she rose out of the sea.”
 
“Don’t leave out the good parts,” Lena whispered. She knew her brother
would skim over the romance just to annoy her.
 
Javelin gave her a pointed look. Then he grinned. “The moon was high that
night,” he said, lowering his voice to a hush for effect. “The land was
illuminated by an eerie, silver glow. Beneath its light, the queen’s new flesh
was creamy and soft. Her hair became one with the wind, and her body shivered
against a violent, uproarious breeze. Perhaps it was a warning from the gods,
but the queen didn’t see it as such. The human lands were cold, suffering a
new, frigid season, but her heart remained warm. She smiled, though her
transition had been agony, when she heard the sound of water splashing and saw
her beloved moving toward her through the shallows.
 
“She sang his name as he brushed chaste kisses against her neck, and
relaxed fully against him, trusting him completely. She was blind to the wicked
yearning which had wrapped around his heart. Which made his body tense, which
crushed his lungs till he could hardly breathe. He wanted her shell, for he’d
discovered what powers were locked inside that delicate charm. Powers gifted to
whomsoever possessed it. His fingers dipped to her throat, caressing the shell
which had allowed her to return to him, again and again. The queen eyed him
strangely, and he dropped his hands to her waist, tugging her against him,
kissing her deeply.”
 
Lena sighed, and Javelin smirked.
 
“She was a fool,” he said.
 
“She was in love,” Lena amended.
 
“She was both,” he conceded. “And that foolish love consumed her.
Deceived her. Seduced her. Clouded her eyes, so love was all she could see. But
that fateful eve, her beloved’s affection was not what it seemed. He’d seduced
himself too, with all the prospects of what might be. His own love had been
replaced by a lust for riches unknown. For control of the land and sea.”
 
Lena winced, for she knew what came next.
 
“He pressed his mouth against the queen’s skin, whispering sweet words,
distracting her. She was smiling as he sent a knife into her back. Smiling,
even as her eyes went wide with shock.”
 
Lena shuddered, picturing it. A joyful mouth, frozen in place. Bulging,
horrified eyes going dim.
 
“The queen’s lover twisted his blade, releasing her cold merrow blood to
the sand. He reached for the shell, yanking on its golden chain. But in the
last throes of breath, the queen resisted him and threw the shell into the
crashing waves, bidding Poseidon to wash it away.
 
“With a promised curse on his lips, her lover trailed back into the
night, determined to one day possess the world between the sea and stars, and
all who dwell beneath the earth, in the ocean’s depths. Our people.” He glanced
sidelong at Lena, his meaning clear. “The merrows.”
 
“And the queen. . .” Lena murmured, though she already knew how the tale
would end.
 
“He left her to dissolve into sea foam. She was washed away forever by
the waves.”
 
Lena released a long breath and gazed at her hands, trying to imagine
what it would be like to watch herself slowly disappear; what heartache and
betrayal the queen must have felt in her last moments. She knew this was a
gruesome tale, but a part of her thought the better parts, the magic and
romance, were worth the gruesome bits.
 
“What do you think it would be like, to walk?” she wondered aloud. “Would
it be like having two tails?”
 
“I don’t know,” Javelin chuckled. “I suppose it might be.”
 
“Where do you think the shell is now?”
 
Javelin shrugged. From a stony shelf above his head, he retrieved a slim,
wooden railing he’d found in a ship a few days before and carefully tied his
sharpened clamshell to its jagged end.
Lena smiled, realizing he’d made her a hunting spear.
 
“Poseidon is said to have hidden the shell before the human lover, or any
human, could steal it. It could be anywhere.”
 
“If you could go to the surface, would you?”
 
Javelin pinched his lips together and didn’t speak. It was a silent
reprimand. He knew how Lena longed to break through the waves, to see the human
world with her own eyes, to know the uses of all the odd objects they’d
collected over the years. But the laws of the sea were strict, and the king’s
leniency had all but vanished in recent years.
 
Any merrow caught peeking at the shore was punished. Some were even
struck down by Poseidon and reduced to sea foam, just like the queen.
 
“This is where we belong, Lena,” Javelin said softly, firmly.
 
“But how do you know?” She swirled upright and swam along the edge of the
grotto, brushing her fingertips over cups and spoons and heaps of sodden
fabric. Over small chests and tarnished, palm-sized figurines and other
mysterious, unnamed things. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like,
to live on the land? To live among them? To be one of them?”
 
“Not as much as you have, I can see.”
 
She groaned, and sank to her brother’s side, resting her head on his
shoulder. “It can’t be as bad as everyone believes. Humans can’t all be the
same. We’re not all the same,” she reasoned quietly.
About Chantal:

 

Amazon Best Selling Author, Chantal Gadoury, is a 2011 graduate from Susquehanna University with a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing. Since graduation, she has
published “The Songs in Our Hearts” with 48Fourteen Publishing, and “Allerleirauh” with Parliament House Press, with future titles to follow.

Chantal first started writing stories at the age of seven and continues with that love of writing today. Writing novels for Chantal has become a life-long dream come true! When she’s not writing, she enjoys painting, drinking lots of DD Iced Coffee, and watching Disney classics. Chantal lives in Muncy, Pennsylvania with her Mom, Sister and furry-‘brother’ (aka, puppy) Taran.
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Submit Your BETWEEN THE SEA AND STARS Book Receipts HERE!
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SYNC Summer Audiobook 2018 week 8

I just wanted to take a quick moment to remind you about SYNC is a free summer audiobook program for young adults but you can do this to.  From April 26th to July 25th, SYNC gives away two complete audiobook downloads a week –pairs of high interest titles, based on weekly themes. Sign up for email or text alerts and be first to know when new titles are available to download at www.audiobooksync.com.

I have always wanted to give audio books another chance and what better way then through SYNC Audio Books. These are actually both books I have never read so I am excited to give them a try.

The audiobooks this week are:

by Jon Walter | Read by Dion Graham

Published by Scholastic Audio

A gorgeously written account of a freeborn black boy sold into slavery during the Civil War; think 12 Years a Slave for young adults. Well-mannered Samuel and his mischievous younger brother Joshua are free black boys living in an orphanage during the end of the Civil War. Samuel takes the blame for Joshua’s latest prank, and the consequence is worse than he could ever imagine. He’s taken from the orphanage to the South, given a new name–Friday–and sold into slavery. What follows is a heartbreaking but hopeful account of Samuel’s journey from freedom to captivity, and back again.

by Gigi Amateau | Read by J.D. Jackson

Published by Candlewick on Brilliance Publishing

Born a slave in 1776, Gabriel grows up capable and literate only to be taken from his mother and sent to the capital city as a blacksmith’s apprentice. There in the forge, a meeting point for many travelers and news bearers, his work awakens him to the sparks of resistance that are igniting into rebellion around the globe. When he is unable to both defend the love of his life and earn the money to buy her freedom, and with the news of Toussaint’s successful rebellion against Haiti’s slave masters ringing in his ears, Gabriel makes a decision: freedom for just his own family would not be enough. Using the forge to turn pitchforks into swords and his eloquence to turn dreams into rallying cries, Gabriel plots a rebellion involving thousands of slaves, free blacks, poor whites, and Native Americans. To those excluded from the promise of the Revolution, Gabriel intends to bring liberty. Interwoven with authentic original documents, this poignant, illuminating novel about a major figure in African-American history gives a personal face to a remarkable moment in our past that is little known but should be long remembered.

Blog Tour/ Not For Me

Title: NOT FOR ME (The Windy City Chronicles Book 1)
Author: Kat de Falla
Pub. Date: May 24, 2018
Publisher: Kat de Falla
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 40

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Manda Wolfgram is a struggling literary agent who is looking for the perfect manuscript to land in her lap and the perfect man to land in her bed. When the sixth-floor hottie finally asks her out, she gets more than she bargained for. How can a girl wrap her brain around a Shakespearean actor who writes erotica?

Harry Sackes leads a double life: making a career as an author by day and dipping into the dark underworld of criminals at night. The moment he sees Manda in his twin brother’s arms, his whole life becomes his personal Shakespearean trag-comedy of mistaken identity and unrequited love in this fast-paced chick lit romance.

About Kat:
Kat was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where she learned to roller skate, ride a banana seat bike, and love Shakespeare. She holds a Doctor of Pharmacy degree and is happily employed as a retail pharmacist. She is married to her soul mate, composer Lee de Falla and raising four kids together ala the Brady Bunch. The Seer’s Lover was Kat’s first book and she is working feverishly on four different series at the moment!

Register for her newsletter to learn about her upcoming projects and find out about deals and giveaways at http://eepurl.com/MFZ55

Kat is so much an extravert that she has come full circle and enjoys her alone time as much as her social adventures. Connect with Kat (who does indeed love cats!)

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Giveaway Details:
One lucky winner will receive a $25Amazon gift card, International.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

6/11/2018- Cindy’s Love of Books– Review
6/11/2018- To Be Read– Review
6/12/2018- Don’t Judge, Read– Review
6/12/2018- Eating Between the Lines Inc– Review
6/13/2018- The BookWorm Drinketh– Review
6/13/2018- Mythical Books– Guest Post
6/14/2018- The Layaway Dragon– Spotlight
6/14/2018- FUONLYKNEW– Spotlight
6/15/2018- The Book Girl– Review
6/15/2018- Lisa Loves Literature– Interview

Week Two:

6/18/2018- TheHufflepuffNerdette– Review
6/18/2018- Love in a time of Feminism– Excerpt
6/19/2018- BookHounds YA– Review
6/19/2018- Confessions of a YA Reader– Excerpt
6/20/2018- Wonder Struck Spotlight
6/20/2018- A Gingerly Review– Excerpt
6/21/2018- Sweet Southern Home– Excerpt
6/21/2018- Two Chicks on Books– Interview
6/22/2018- Books a Plenty Book Reviews– Spotlight
6/22/2018- Parajunkee– Excerpt

Book Spotlight/ All The Little Lights

About The Book
 
Title: All The Little Lights
Author: Jamie McGuire
Release Date: May 29, 2018
 
Summary

The first time Elliott Youngblood spots Catherine Calhoun, he’s just a boy with a camera, and he’s never seen a sadder and more beautiful sight. Both Elliott and Catherine feel like outcasts, yet they find an easy friendship with each other. But when Catherine needs him most, Elliott is forced to leave town.

Elliott finally returns, but he and Catherine are now different people. He’s a star high school athlete, and she spends all her free time working at her mother’s mysterious bed-and-breakfast. Catherine hasn’t forgiven Elliott for abandoning her, but he’s determined to win back her friendship…and her heart.

Just when Catherine is ready to fully trust Elliott, he becomes the prime suspect in a local tragedy. Despite the town’s growing suspicions, Catherine clings to her love for Elliott. But a devastating secret that Catherine has buried could destroy whatever chance of happiness they have left.

About the Author
 
Jamie McGuire is the #1 New York TimesUSA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of Walking Disaster, the Maddox Brothers series, the Providence trilogy, and the international bestseller Beautiful Disaster, which paved the way for the new-adult genre. She was the first independent author in history to strike a print deal with retail giant Walmart, and her work has been translated into fifty languages. She lives in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, with her husband, Jeff, and their three children. To learn more about Jamie, visit www.jamiemcguire.com, or follow her on Twitter @JamieMcGuire.
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Message from Elliott 
 
My name is Elliott. You don’t know my story yet, but you will. I spent my summers with my aunt and uncle just down the street from Catherine. She lives in a looming, rickety bed and breakfast called the Juniper, and spends most of her time outside, away from the memories that live between the Juniper’s walls amidst more tangible dangers that I never knew existed until now.
 
It’s not so much that I fell in love or even that I fought for it, but that a war is waging inside Catherine’s home—one I can’t fight for her. It doesn’t matter how strong I am, or how determined I am to stay. I can only get close enough to observe her pain in detail. And, so I stay, and wait, and help her the only way I know how; to do what I couldn’t for her before.
 
I hope you’ll understand.

 

Elliott began to speak, but a small group of girls approached our table. 
 
“Aw,” Presley said, dramatically touching her chest. “Catherine got herself a boyfriend. I feel so bad that all this time we thought you were lying about him being from out of town.” 
 
Three carbon copies of Presley—Tara and Tatum Martin and Brie Burns—all giggled and tossed their bleached-blonde tresses. Tara and Tatum were identical twins, but they all strived to look like Presley. 
 
“Maybe just outside of town,” Brie said. “Like a reservation, maybe?” 
 
“Oklahoma doesn’t have reservations,” I said, appalled by her stupidity. 
 
“Yeah, they do,” Brie argued. 
 
“You’re thinking of tribal land,” Elliott said, unfazed.
 
“I’m Presley,” she said to Elliott, smug. 
 
I looked away, not wanting to witness their introduction, but Elliott didn’t move or speak, so I turned to see what was holding up their exchange. Elliott offered me a small grin, ignoring Presley’s outstretched hand. 
 
She made a face and crossed her arms. “Is Brie right? Do you live in White Eagle?” 
 
Elliott raised an eyebrow. “That’s the headquarters for the Ponca tribe.” 
 
“And?” Presley sniped. 
 
Elliott sighed, seeming bored. “I’m Cherokee.” 
 
“So that’s an Indian, right? Isn’t White Eagle for Indians?” she asked. 
 
“Just go away, Presley,” I pleaded, worried she would say something even more offensive. 
 
Excitement sparked in Presley’s eyes. “Wow, Kit-Cat. Are we getting a little big for our britches?” 
 
I looked up at her, anger blazing in my eyes. “It’s Catherine.” 
 
Presley led them to a booth across the room, continuing to tease Elliott and me from afar. 
 
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “They’re just doing it because you’re with me.” 
 
“Because I’m with you?” 
 
“They hate me,” I grumbled. 
 
He turned his spoon upside down and stuck it in his mouth, seeming unaffected. “It’s not hard to see why.” 
 
I wondered what about my outward appearance made it so obvious. Maybe that’s why the town hadn’t stopped blaming Mama and me for my grandparents’ mistakes. Maybe I looked like someone they should hate. 
 
“Why do you look embarrassed?” he asked. 
 
“I guess I was hoping you didn’t know about my family and the smelter.” 
 
“Oh. That. My aunt told me years ago. Is that what you think? That they’re mean to you because of your family history with the town?” 
 
“Why else?” 
 
“Catherine.” My name sounded like a soft laugh tumbling from his mouth. “They’re jealous of you.” 
 
I frowned and shook my head. “What could they possibly be jealous of me for? We barely have two pennies to rub together.” 
 
“Have you seen yourself?” he asked. 
 
I blushed and looked down. Only Dad had ever complimented my looks. 
 
“You’re all the things they’re not.” 
 
I crossed my arms on the table and watched the warm hue of the corner streetlight blink between the branches of a tree. It was a strange feeling, wanting to hear more and hoping he’d talk about anything else. “What they said doesn’t bother you?” I asked, surprised. 
 
“It use to.” 
 
“Now it doesn’t?” 
 
“My uncle John says people can only make us angry if we let them, and if we let them, we give them power.” 
 
“That’s pretty profound.” 
 
“I listen to him sometimes, even though he thinks I don’t.”
 
“What else does he say?” He didn’t hesitate. “That you either get good at rising above and meeting ignorance with education, or you get really good at being bitter.” 
 
I smiled. Elliott spoke his uncle’s words with respect. 
 
“So you just choose not to let what people say get to you?” 
 
“Pretty much.” 
 
How?” I said, leaning in. I was genuinely curious, hoping he would unveil some magical secret that would end the misery Presley and her friends loved invoking in me. 
 
“Oh, I get angry. It gets old when people feel the need to tell me their great-grandmother was a Cherokee princess, or that stupid joke about if I got my name from the first thing my parents saw after they walked out of a teepee. I can get heated when someone calls me chief, when I see people in headdresses outside of our ceremonies. But my uncle says we should either be compassionate and educate or leave them alone in their ignorance. Besides, there’s too much ignorance in the world to let it all get to me. If I did, all I’d ever feel is anger, and I don’t want to be like my mom.” 
 
“Is that why you were punching our tree?” 
 
He looked down, either unwilling or unable to answer the question. 
 
“A lot bothers me,” I grumbled, sitting back. I glanced at the clones, dressed in cutoff denim shorts and floral blouses, just variations of the same shirt from the same store. 
 
Dad tried to make sure I had the right clothes and the right backpack, but year after year Mama watched as more of my childhood friends faded away. She began to wonder what we’d done wrong, and then I began to wonder, too. 
 
The truth was, I hated Presley for hating me. I didn’t have the heart to tell Mama that I would never fit in. I wasn’t vile enough for those small-town, small-minded girls. It took me a long time to figure out that I didn’t really want to, but at fifteen, I sometimes wondered if it was better than being alone. Dad couldn’t be my best friend forever. I took a bite of my sherbet. 
 
“Stop,” Elliott said. 
 
“Stop what?” I asked, the cool orangey-goodness melting on my tongue. 
 
“Looking at them like you wish you were sitting over there. You’re better than that.” 
 
“We should probably, um . . . we should go.” 
 
Elliott stood, waiting for me to slide out of the booth. He followed me out, so I wasn’t sure if he noticed Presley and the clones covering their insults and giggles with their hands. 
 
When he stopped next to the trash can behind their booth, I knew he had. “What are you laughing at?” he asked. 
 
I tugged on his T-shirt, begging him with my eyes to keep walking. 
 
Presley rolled her shoulders and lifted her chin, thrilled to be acknowledged. “Just how cute is Kit-Cat with her new boyfriend? It’s precious how you don’t want to hurt her feelings. I mean . . . I have to assume that’s what”—she gestured to us—“this is.” 
 
Elliott walked over to their table, and the girls’ giggles quieted. He knocked on the wood and sighed. “You know why you’ll never outgrow the need to make others feel like shit so you can feel better, Presley?” 
 
She narrowed her eyes at him, watching him like a snake ready to strike. 
 
Elliott continued, “Because it’s a temporary high. It never lasts, and you’ll never stop because it’s the only happiness you’ll ever have in your sad, pathetic life that revolves around manicures and highlighting your hair. Your friends? They don’t like you. No one ever will because you don’t like yourself. So every time you give Catherine a hard time, she’ll know. She’ll know why you’re doing it, just like your friends will know. Just like you’ll know that you’re overcompensating. Every time you throw insults Catherine’s way, it’s that much less of a secret.” He made eye contact with each clone and then Presley. “Have the day you deserve.” 
 
He returned to the door and held it open, gesturing for me to walk through. We navigated the parked cars until we were on the other side of the lot, and headed back toward our neighborhood. The streetlamps were on, the gnats and mosquitoes buzzing beneath the bright bulbs. The quiet made the sounds of our shoes against the pavement more prominent. 
 
“That was,” I began, searching for the right word, “legendary. I could never tell someone off like that.” 
 
“Well, I don’t live here, so that makes it easier. And that wasn’t entirely mine.” 
 
“What do you mean?” “It’s from a scene in Detention Club Musical. Don’t tell me you didn’t watch it when you were little.” 
 
I stared at him in disbelief, and then laughter erupted from my throat. “The movie that came out when we were eight?” 
 
“I watched it every day for like a year and a half.” 
 
I giggled. “Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t catch it.” 
 
“I’m just glad Presley didn’t. That would have made my monologue much less intimidating.”