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Saturday, November 12, 2016

"Out of the Nest" by Gaia B. Amman

REVIEW and EXCERPT
Out of the Nest
(The Italian Saga Book 2)
by Gaia B. Amman


Out of the Nest is the second book in Gaia B. Amman's Italian Saga, a series of books following the same character throughout her life. The books are humorous and irreverent, yet insightful, dealing with themes like family, sexuality, friendship, love, and self-discovery, against the gorgeous backdrop of Northern Italy. The author stops by today to share an excerpt from the book. You can also read my review.
Also available: An Italian Adventure (read my blog post), Forget Nico, and Sex-O-S (NEW RELEASE - launches today!).


  
Description
Italy, 1990. At eleven, Leda is a bookworm and a tomboy who can’t seem to fit anywhere as her world splits into girls and boys. Against the background of the 14th FIFA soccer world cup, Leda embarks on a new series of adventures dealing with hormones, periods, zesty boys and her own fears in what will be the best summer of her life. Set against the gorgeous backdrop of Sardinia, the Dolomites, and Tuscany, this humorous yet insightful journey through first love, friendship, and first kisses will leave you breathless, marveling at the customs of a country most people think they know.

Video for Book 1


Excerpt
OCTOBER 11 WAS THE INFAMOUS day of San Firmino, Saint Fermin (a feast for every freshmen). Tradition had it that, on the doomed day, older students armed themselves with permanent markers and covered freshmen or anyone who’d let them with indecent writings, insults, mustaches and worse.
No one knew when the tradition had started, but allegedly it was due to the resemblance of Fermin to firma: signature in Italian, and the custom, as brutal as it was, was largely overlooked by the teachers.
For the first few years of elementary school, I had taken refuge at Viola and Marta’s side, who at the time had attended Middle School. When my sister had moved on to her private high school in Milan, I was older and stuck with my buddies, avoiding the worst.
This year I didn’t stand a chance; I was on my own and I was a freshman.
Reluctantly, I wore my oldest clothes and went to school ready to face battle. To my surprise, I made my way to our class unscathed, wading among herds of markers, choirs of derision, and cries of defeat. I almost felt sad as if, truly, I had become invisible.
A couple of strangers approached me, marker drawn and the classic grin of the wrongdoer, but my famous glare that I thought had lost much of its power was enough to send them veering toward easier prey.
I dropped my book bag by my desk, when a familiar voice chanted, almost whispered in my ear, “Baaalniii! You know what’s cooomiiing!”
“Nico, one move and I’ll bite your face off.”
I turned around, my icy gaze melting in his amusement. I freaking blushed and pretended to get something out of my bag. In spite of the historical precedent during which, in fifth grade, I had indeed bit off Nico’s arm, the kid seemed fearless. I loved that.
His skit at the gym had almost cost him suspension, but he had gotten away with a warning. Likely the teachers dreaded the idea of keeping him around an extra year as much as he did.
He smiled, “Come on, pen only, you can wash it off later.”
“Well, if I get signed, you do as well, Buddy.”
“Deal! Give me your arm.”
“No way. I know you’re a cheater, Nico! At the same time.”
Me? A cheater? I wasn’t the one leafing through the geography book during the test, you know? I earn my Fs,” Nico said, scornful.
Ouch. That hurt. Strangely, rather than getting all defensive and pissy as I normally did, I felt like I owed him an explanation. “Listen, it’s not my fault if the crazy V took me and your new best bud under her wing,” I explained as I signed my name on his arm.
“I know, I know,” he answered, without contesting that Romeo was indeed his new best friend, which hurt a little too. “I see no one signed you yet,” he noticed while writing on my arm.
“Of course not. Same for you.”
The bell rang and Romeo’s voice surprised both of us. “How sweet! Don’t tell me you guys have something going on. Wouldn’t that be perfect?”
Oh, merda. Can’t I ever be happy for one minute?
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"Out of the Nest is a great book that is very engaging to read. The author really transports you into the life and psyche of the main character, Leda, as she journeys through her formative years. I don't typically read this genre of books but these books always hold my attention and I cannot wait to see where the adventures of Leda lead to." ~ Dan Stripp
"The author has a very unique writing style. She transports you back in time to when you were younger. She tells things like they are and isn't afraid to talk about certain subjects. This book is great for teens as it speaks with experience about what thoughts enter their heads, but also great for adults who may have forgotten what teens have to go through. [...] This story was amazing! I couldn't put it down! I would recommend this book to people." ~ Tori Hoffert
"I think this series is a win win for parents with teens, and teens with parents! Super insightful and maybe more importantly, riddled with funny scenes you can't walk away from." ~ Amazon Customer
"I loved the first book, and the second was even better. By better, I'm talking about the writing. I expected to become interested in Leda's (Lee's) life because life brings depth to your years; however, I did not expect the writing to step up to the challenge of conveying complexities as well as it did. There's a fire here, a real commitment to not leaving hardships and joys to the imagination. You will experience them, too." ~ Rodney Garrison
"A tender and sparkling adventure of a girl as she discovers the preadolescent and complicated self. The story details an enthusiastic summer in authentic Italian style. Jokes, friendship, love and fear are just a few of the dimensions of this novel, one you read sinking on the couch, while happily and nostalgically letting your mind wander back in time. Gaia’s work begins as an absorbing novel and becomes a pleasant reminiscence. It's a book for everyone, I sure loved it." ~ Paola


My Review


By Lynda Dickson
Set in the small town of Arese, in northern Italy, from 1989 to 1990, Out of the Nest continues the story of tomboy Leda, which began in An Italian Adventure. Leda is now eleven, her parents have separated, she's living with her mother, and her sister has gone off the college. Leda still has a massive crush of Nico but, as her little friendship group slowly breaks apart, she is thrust into new situations and finally makes friends with some girls. During a busy summer holiday, Leda spends time at the pool in her gated community, at summer camp in Tuscany, at the seaside with her father and his new family, and at Torreglia with her mother and her best friend. As the book's title implies, Leda is like a bird who has left the nest and has started exploring the world beyond her family. She experiences her first boyfriend, her first break-up, and her first kiss. But through it all, she never forgets Nico.
The author evokes the sights, sounds, and smells of the many places Leda visits throughout the story. There are references to the music videos, television shows, and icons of the era, as well as to the FIFA World Cup, which was held in Italy in 1990. Religion again features strongly, with Leda still praying regularly to Jesus. As hormones surge, sex is also a major topic of interest among Leda's new group of friends. Still, while television shows depict sex nightly, the children live with the incongruity of the taboo of talking about it.
Leda's story is written as a memoir, so she is wise beyond her years, with a vocabulary to match. Once again, the writing contains some editing errors (mainly in speech patterns and word choice), but these allow us to hear the author's true (Italian) voice. The book ends on a cliffhanger, and I look forward to the reading the next book and another chapter in Leda's life.
Discussion questions are included at the end of the book.


About the Author
Gaia B. Amman was born and raised in Italy. She moved to the United States in her twenties to pursue her PhD in molecular biology. She’s currently a Professor of biology at D’Youville College in Buffalo, New York, where she was voted "the professor of the month" by her students. Her research and commentaries have been published in prestigious peer-reviewed international journals including Nature.
A bookworm from birth, she wrote throughout her childhood and won two short story competitions in Italy in her teens. Gaia is an avid traveler and her fiction is often inspired by her life adventures. She is mostly passionate about people and the struggles they face to embrace life. Her highest hope is to reach and help as many as she can through her writing as well as her teaching. She authored The Italian Saga, an irreverent series of humorous and insightful young adult novels taking place against the gorgeous backdrop of Northern Italy.

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Monday, March 21, 2016

"In the Hope of Memories" by Olivia Rivers

REVIEW and GIVEAWAY
In the Hope of Memories
by Olivia Rivers


In the Hope of Memories by Olivia Rivers has just been released. This book blitz and giveaway is brought to you by Xpresso Book Tours. I liked the sound of this one so much, that I bought myself a copy and read it straight away. And, boy, am I glad I did. You can read my review below.


Description
Hope is dying.
Hope Jackson has lived her short life to the fullest, but her four closest friends are dangling on the brink of disaster. Right before dying of a rare heart condition, Hope sets up a scavenger hunt across New York City using her graffiti art. The directions she leaves her friends are simple: Solve the clues hidden in her art, and they’ll solve the problems haunting their lives.
Hope is dead.
Two days after her heart fails, Hope’s friends are thrown together.
Aiden, her best friend, whose plans to attend college have been scattered by his OCD.
Kali, her foster sister, whose last ties to sanity are as razor-thin as her anorexic waistline.
Erik, her high school crush, whose success as an athlete is based on a lie with no end in sight.
And Sam, her online pen-pal, whose perfect life exploded into chaos in the aftermath of a school bombing.
Together, the four teens take to the streets of New York to complete Hope’s scavenger hunt and fulfill her dying wishes. But in order to unravel the clues hidden in Hope’s graffiti, her friends will need to confront their personal demons head on.
Hope is within reach.

Excerpt
Spray-painted on the back wall of the alley is a bloodied scimitar, its handle a wickedly curved hourglass. It should be ugly - it’s basically just a really big knife with blood on it. But it’s beautiful, because it’s clearly one of Hope’s works, and she put just as much detail into this piece of art as she did with her others.
Over the years, I’ve seen dozens of pictures of Hope’s graffiti, but I’ve never actually seen it in person. I do my best to avoid the whole juvenile delinquency thing, even when it’s just tiny things like spray-painting alleys. Now I’m regretting turning her down all those times she asked me to come with her while she painted. I want to know how she does it—this sort of artwork looks like it belongs in a fancy museum, and it doesn’t seem humanly possible that it was made from three-dollar cans of spray-paint.
Then again, Hope was good at that - doing the impossible. She was the only one who ever managed to see me as "quirky" and "dedicated", instead of all the other names people usually use.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
"I can't even explain how GREAT this book is ... it pulled me in and spit me out a completely different reader. Can I give it 10 stars? I haven't read a book this amazing (and life changing) since Hopkins's Crank. Olivia Rivers uses an unusual narration style to fully capture each characters voice. Her plot and characters are enthralling and their individual journeys are both heart wrenching and inspiring. If you love stories about young adults and their first ventures into adulthood (and the harsh reality of life) this book is for you! Kudos to Olivia Rivers for crafting a intricate tale like no other!" ~ CVella
"Once in a while a book comes along that's pure magic. A book that has enough depth for you to get lost in it for days. A book that is original, thought-provoking and like nothing you've ever read before. A book that puts you through an emotional blender and when it spits you out, you are a bit different than before you read it. A bit wiser, a little more understanding, a little less judgmental and very much in love. In the Hope of Memories by Olivia Rivers is exactly that type of book." ~ Paula
"This was a quick read, mainly because it was so enjoyable, and things were happening pretty fast, it was hard to put down, in case something else happened I was only too happy to read it and devour it quickly. Ms Rivers has a great future ahead of her in the YA genre if this is what she intends on producing. Great work, well deserving of five stars." ~ Kathy, Ahmazing Book Faerie
" ... like a modern-day Breakfast Club - four immensely different and quirky characters searching for themselves. I literally laughed and cried in the first chapter, and by the end of the book, my son was very concerned about me because my tears wouldn't stop. Seriously, it is that moving. [...] If there is any fairness in the world, this book will be HUGE. I suggest you get it as fast as you possibly can." ~ Lauren Stewart
"Perfect ... "  ~ Josie Wright

My Review


By Lynda Dickson
On Hope's eighteenth birthday - two days after she dies - her friends set off on a scavenger hunt around New York City. Erik, Aiden, Kali, and Sam all come from different walks of life and have never met each other before, but they all have something in common - Hope, and the fact that they are all broken. According to Hope and her favorite Red String of Fate myth, "some people are destined to change the fates of others." Under Hope's guidance, will this bunch of misfits be able to heal each other?
The story is told by four very different characters with very distinct voices. Erik's narrative is full of sarcasm, while Aiden's complete ignorance of sarcasm is the perfect foil. I especially love Kali's passages, so touchingly filled with sadness and self-loathing. But my favorite character is Sam, whose text talk is full of humor and extremely insightful. Oh, and let's not forget Schrodinger the cat!
This book reminded me of You Were Here by Cori McCarthy, which I read just recently (read my blog post), where a major character dies before the book begins and where a character's art is integral to the story. Because Hope's - and even Kali's - artwork is such a large part of this story, I wish the author had followed McCarthy's lead and included illustrations in this book. It would have added an extra, beautiful dimension to this already wonderful story.
In the Hope of Memories had me in tears on more than one occasion. If you only read one book this year, make it this one.

Interview With the Author
Can you tell us a little about your new book?
Absolutely! In the Hope of Memories is the story of Hope, a young, eccentric graffiti artist who’s stuck in the foster system. When Hope gets diagnosed with a terminal heart condition, she realizes that her four best friends are on the brink of ruining their lives, and that they might not be okay once she’s dead and not there to support them anymore. So she creates an elaborate scavenger hunt using her graffiti art that’s meant to "fix" her friends so she can die in peace and know they’ll be alright without her.
Do you have a favorite character?
Asking authors this question is like asking a parent who their favorite child is. So my answer is Aiden, because I am terrible enough to actually pick favorites. Aiden is intensely logical, loyal, and moral. He’s a total sweetheart, and I see him as being everything that’s right with the world. But since he has OCD and an autism spectrum disorder, the world sees him as being "wrong", just because no one else understands him. As an author, writing Aiden’s character was both a heart-warming and gut-wrenching experience, and he’ll always be a favorite of mine.
What genre is In the Hope of Memories?
That’s a very good question, and everyone from my agent to my author friends can’t quite figure out the answer. However, I think I like my critique partner’s description best: "It’s like if a Colleen Hoover book had a baby with The Breakfast Club, and that baby was given a huge dose of shitty luck and LSD."
Do you plot out your story before you write it? 
No, I find it impossible to plot my stories before I start writing. I always have a vague idea of the beginning, and I usually know what the ending lines will be. But how my characters will get from the beginning to the end is always a mystery I unravel in the first draft.
Where did you get the idea for In the Hope of Memories?
My inspiration for the book came from a quirky mix of sources, which is probably why the book turned out pretty quirky itself. I’d been listening to a rap song by the Gym Class Heroes called "Stereo Hearts", and while listening to this, I was also reading about Erwin Schrodinger’s satirical thought experiment critiquing the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics. This led to two major epiphanies: The first was that I am a total geek, which really wasn’t all that interesting of an epiphany, since I have it at least ten times a week. The second epiphany was that I desperately needed to write about a young graffiti artist who is both dead and alive at once, just like the subject of Schrodinger’s thought experiment. And so the concept for In the Hope of Memories was born.
What was the hardest part of writing In the Hope of Memories?
My novel has four points of view, which isn’t very common in Young Adult books. Working with four very different main characters meant establishing four distinct voices, and that was quite challenging. However, the clashing personalities of the characters was also what made writing In the Hope of Memories such an enjoyable project!
What does your writing process look like?
My process changes with every book, but I generally write very long first drafts and then cut and revise from there. But no matter how I approach writing a book, I always need chocolate and music as fuel. No exceptions there!
Are any of the characters from In the Hope of Memories based off yourself?
Nope, definitely not! I’m a very reserved person, so the thought of sticking myself in a book for all the world to see is … horrifying. That being said, my characters ended up with a few of my own quirks. I can’t tell the difference between right and left, just like my character Erik, and this causes all sorts of shenanigans when someone has to give me driving directions. And like my character Sam, I also enjoy wearing The Flash t-shirts when I use my wheelchair, because irony really is the best medicine. Also, my laptop named Vladimir makes a cameo appearance in In the Hope of Memories. (R.I.P. Vladimir.) But, aside from tiny quirks like that, none of the characters or events in the book are based on my real life.
Is In the Hope of Memories part of a series?
No, this story is a standalone and won’t be continued in other books.
Is In the Hope of Memories connected to any of your other books?
Yes, in some ways, it definitely is! While the plots don’t directly intertwine, if readers look carefully, they’ll find references to my other books within the pages of In the Hope of Memories.

About the Author
Olivia Rivers is a hybrid author of Young Adult fiction. Her works include the independently published novels Frost Fire (FREE) and In the Hope of Memories, along with the traditionally published novel Tone Deaf (Skyhorse, May 2016). As a certified geek, she enjoys experimenting with new publishing technologies, and her online serials have received over 1,000,000 hits on Wattpad. When Olivia isn’t working as a writer, she’s a typical teen attending college in Northern California. Olivia is represented by Laurie McLean of Fuse Literary, and nothing thrills her more than hearing from readers.

Giveaway
Enter the giveaway for a chance to win an ebook copy of In the Hope of Memories by Olivia Rivers. The prize will be sent out after 14 April.



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Saturday, March 19, 2016

"You Were Here" by Cori McCarthy

REVIEW and EXCERPT
You Were Here
by Cori McCarthy


You Were Here is the latest release by Cori McCarthy. I was lucky enough to be one of the first 500 people to receive a review copy from NetGalley, a great site for readers to find new authors and for authors to find new readers. You can read my review and an excerpt from the book below.


Description
Jaycee is about to accomplish what her older brother Jake couldn’t: live past graduation.
Jaycee is dealing with her brother’s death the only way she can – by re-creating Jake’s daredevil stunts. The ones that got him killed. She’s not crazy, okay? She just doesn’t have a whole lot of respect for staying alive.
Jaycee doesn’t expect to have help on her insane quest to remember Jake. But she’s joined by a group of unlikely friends – all with their own reasons for completing the dares and their own brand of dysfunction: the uptight, ex-best friend, the heartbroken poet, the slacker with Peter Pan syndrome, and … Mik. He doesn’t talk, but somehow still challenges Jaycee to do the unthinkable - reveal the parts of herself that she buried with her brother.
Cori McCarthy delivers an emotionally taut page-turner from multiple points of view – combined with stunning illustrations. Her gripping narrative defies expectation, moving seamlessly from prose to graphic novel panels and word art poetry, perfect for fans of E. Lockhart, Jennifer Niven, and Jandy Nelson. From the petrifying ruins of an insane asylum to the skeletal remains of the world’s largest amusement park, You Were Here takes you on an unforgettable journey of friendship, heartbreak and inevitable change.


Book Video


Excerpt
Chapter 1
Jaycee
I had been driving all afternoon, trying to get lost.
The road blurred. My foot was a stone on the gas pedal, and I took the turn too fast. Tires growled and spit gravel, almost sending my car sideways through the Saturday evening traffic.
I came to a slamming stop in the playground parking lot and pressed my head to the steering wheel, cursing. The pause was short-lived. I tightened my ponytail and got out.
Trudging toward the swing set, my face burned and my breath stung in my chest. That's what regret does well and grief does better: rips out your energy and leaves you feeling each and every heartbeat. Plus, well, I'd failed once again. Getting lost in my hometown was turning out to be as easy as disapparating - something I'd once wasted an entire lightning bolt - foreheaded summer attempting.
I sat hard on the swing. My endeavors to get lost were getting extreme. Just last week, I'd night-trekked into the woods where the cross-country team practices and chugged three inches of rum. I'd left the path behind, only to run into my equidrunk classmates, taking their idiotic dares to make out with a tree and underwear-roll through a patch of poison ivy. I emerged hours later on the road behind the middle school, the same spot where years earlier I used to pump my bike into dirt-sneezing speed, trying to spin out. In short, my earliest attempts at getting lost.
I itched the length of my arm. The poison ivy welts were starting to fade, even though a few hours earlier, my mom complained about how blotchy I would look in all my graduation pictures. "Photoshop," I had assured her following the ceremony. "I promise you won't have to remember me as rashy every time you marvel at my monumentous achievement in surviving standard education."
Surviving was the wrong word. My mom started to weep, and I ended up taking a three-hour drive on Easy Death Road. Which is exit 13 off Guilt Highway if you're curious. And then after all that, I surrendered to a seizure of loneliness and came here to the oddly placed Richland Avenue Park.
I scuffed my Chucks on the stubbly turf, drawn to the spot beneath the swing set where Jake died. Of course, it wasn't rubber back then. It had been good, old-fashioned, unforgiving blacktop. My mind hummed, and something inside me screamed Run! as if my worst memories were zombies, and if I were quick enough, I could outstrip them. But I stayed where I was, kicking into gear on the swing instead.
The sunset was taking forever to get over itself, and I pumped my legs like a ten-year-old. I could have been at any number of graduation parties, sneaking beer into Sprite cans and cheersing the end of high school. But no, I was here. Killing time. Waiting for dark, when I'd break into The Ridges and meet up with Mikivikious for our bizarro anniversary. It had been five years. That's something special, right? What's the traditional present for five years? Silverware? A couch? Flat screen?
The sun's blaring rays made me squeeze my eyes until the whole universe went orange-red. Killing time. What an expression. How does one kill time? Anesthesia? Time travel? Lobotomy?
The last one made me snicker as I stared up at The Ridges, the decrepit Victorian mansion on top of the hill. Until recently, it had been known as the Athens Insane Asylum, but the state had demanded a rebrand when they shut it down, as if a new name could erase a hundred years of inhumane abuse, death, and yes, copious amounts of lobotomies. I should know; I'd tried it once or twice. Not a lobotomy-changing my own name. Anything to escape being the infamous girl who'd had a front-row seat in watching her big brother snap his neck.
I would rather be known for frenching a tree.
My feelings flared as I imagined my mom on her way back to her own asylum, Stanwood Behavioral Hospital. She was most likely weeping for Xanax, a wreck because I wrecked her with my sarcasm. And my father was probably holding her hand and saying nice things, because that's how he dealt with Jake. My dad was a grade A deflector. Everything he said was ripe with the exact same sentiment: So we don't have a son anymore, but hey, look at our daughter! To be honest, I preferred my mother's tears.
I turned to the half-shadowed redbrick towers of The Ridges peeking over the tree line and wondered where I'd left off on my easier thoughts. Oh yeah: lobotomies. The guy who performed them, nicknamed Dr. Lobotomy, traveled from asylum to asylum in the sixties, living out of his lobotomobile - he seriously called it that - while banging out twenty procedures a day. Apparently it only takes a few minutes to destroy someone's frontal lobe. True story. Google it.
I kicked harder, faster, higher on the swing, and then turned into a board, locking my elbows and knees. I tracked the blue sky with each swinging pass, waiting for gravity to get predictable. To bring me back to earth.
When it finally did, I was no longer alone. A kid glared from a few feet away with that dog snarl only middle schoolers possess. Behind him, his buddies hung from the monkey bars, faux whispering. Clearly he'd been sent over. Chosen to poke fun at Jaycee Strangelove.
Yes, that's my name. No, you may not make fun of it.
I stared him down. "You're too old to be on the playground. Take off before you freak out the little kids," I said even though I was the only other person there.
The boy's hair was unevenly shaved on the sides, and he'd Sharpied rap lyrics up his ropey arms. "I dare you."
I exhaled for roughly ten years. "Dare me to do what, Eminem?"
He pointed to the top of the swing set, smirking.
"No."
"I can do the backflip," he bragged. "So can two of my friends."
I took the bait even though I knew better than to talk about the accident. "Jake could do it too, you snotwad. The flip that killed him was probably his thirtieth."
My thoughts went graphic. I couldn't stop imagining my big brother standing atop the swing set. He wore his cap and gown from graduation and was also half-drunk-a detail the coroner threw in later. Jake's classmates were cheering him on in a way that made me think he was the coolest human on the planet. I mean, I had only finished seventh grade, so that seemed entirely possible.
I remembered in slo-mo how he crouched and sprang backward. The flip was so fast that it had turned into one and a half flips, and then...
"Is it true that his head snapped off?" the Sharpie kid asked.
I glared.
"Well? Do the backflip," he said. "I dare you."
I got up and walked away.
"But you're supposed to do any dare," he yelled. "That's what everyone says."
"You've got the wrong Strangelove," I called back. "Jake was the one who did every dare." I only do the ones that aren't suicidal, I added in my thoughts. Mostly. I turned to walk backward and spoke my next words loud enough for him and his little thug friends. "Jake's head didn't snap off. His neck bent ninety degrees." I held my arm up, crooked. "Like an elbow."
Maybe that would keep them from mimicking the flip that broke Jake. But probably not. More likely, it'd make them even more interested. Middle schoolers make no freakin' sense.
I pretended like I was leaving, but I didn't go anywhere. Instead, I hooked around the small wooded area and back to the playground. To the swing set. Lil Eminem and his posse had bugged off, and I felt myself edging too close to the supermassive black hole inside that Jake had left behind.
Five years ago. Five. Five.
I eyed the playground like I might catch a glimpse of his ghost. He would probably be pissed to know that I imagined his spirit in that ridiculous cap and gown. Also barefoot, but then again, he never wore shoes.
I flipped off my bashed-up Converses and climbed the support beam of the swing set without another thought. The cool metal gripped my palms, and I looped my legs around the top bar and hauled myself into a sitting position. Easier than it looks. I wriggled my butt down the pole.
The sunset was lapsing into a cherry-stained twilight. A breeze came in from somewhere and set itself against my radical heartbeat. A few dozen people had watched Jake flip; none of them had tried to stop him, least of all me. And now I was alone. No one was going to stop me either. I'm lost without you, Jake, I thought, followed by, What sentimental crap.
"I'm always right here," I muttered. "How lost is that?"
Crazy and cursing, I stood up.


Praise for the Book
"You Were Here is wrenchingly beautiful in its honest and achingly accurate portrayal of grief and how it breaks us - and the way unconditional friendship puts us back together." ~ Jo Knowles, award-winning author of See You At Harry’s and Read Between the Lines
"The urban explorers of You Were Here dive deep into the forgotten man-made spaces all around them - and their own feelings of loss, love, and fear. McCarthy deftly intertwines the characters' stories, filling them with authentic pain and heartache as well as soaring moments of grace and humor. I dare you to read it!" ~ Maggie Lehrman, author of The Cost of All Things
"A beautiful coming-of-age story, this book will leave readers thinking about it long after they close it." ~ VOYA Magazine, a VOYA Best Book
"The mix of forms as well as the insights each character gleans through their urban explorations render this book both readable and teachable on multiple levels." ~ Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books, starred review
"Readers who appreciate stories of searching for personal truths will be happy to join this meaningful quest for identity and independence." ~ Booklist
"The topic of urban exploration and the inclusion of graphic novel style chapters will appeal to teens." ~ School Library Journal


My Review


By Lynda Dickson
On the night of her high school graduation, Jaycee Stranglove reminisces about the death of her daredevil older brother Jake five years earlier. When she finds his diary and a map of the urban ruins he explored, she decides to follow in his footsteps. She is accompanied by Natalie, who is trying to rekindle their friendship; Natalie's loser boyfriend, Zach; the heart-broken artist, Bishop; and Jake's best friend Mik, a selective mute. We follow their adventures exploring The Ridges, an abandoned insane asylum on the edge of town; Moonville Tunnel, an ancient railway tunnel; The Gates of Hell, a disused open drainage pipe; Randall Park Mall, an abandoned shopping center; and Geauga Lake, a derelict amusement park. All Jaycee wants to do is feel connected to her dead brother. But when will she relinquish the past and start living?
You Were Here explores what happens in the two months a group of disparate friends have left before they leave for college. Relationships are made and destroyed, realities are confronted, and we are given a front-row view of the pain of growing up. The novel is told in alternating chapters by five characters who have five distinct voices: Jaycee's sardonic prose perfectly captures her teenage angst; Natalie portrays the high-achieving daughter always striving for perfection; Zach is the quintessential party-boy who's not ready to grow up; Bishop's contributions are in the form of drawings, graffiti, and street art; while Mik tells his story in graphic novel format. The wonderful illustrations by Sonia Liao add a whole new dimension to the story.
I really wanted to love this book. I was disappointed when I didn't feel much of an emotional connection to any of the characters at the beginning. However, as I got to know them, they became more and more real. And by the end ... yes, you guessed it ... I loved this book.
Warnings: coarse language, sexual references, alcohol abuse.


Extras
All of the urbex locations in You Were Here are real. Some are even open to the public. Check out the author's personal recollections and research on these sites here.


You can also take a look at this amazing drone footage of Geauga Lake Amusement Park, the location of the climactic scenes in You Were Here. If you've already read the book, did you find the spot where two of the characters had their first kiss?


About the Author
Cori McCarthy started writing when she was thirteen. She earned a BA in Creative Writing from Ohio University, focusing in memoir writing and poetry. After graduation she completed UCLA’s Professional Program in Screenwriting and served as an AmeriCorps volunteer in Appalachian Ohio. In 2011, she earned an MFA in Writing for Children & Young Adults from Vermont College of Fine Arts.
In geographical history, Cori was born on Guam, grew up in New England and the Midwest, studied abroad in Ireland, and now lives in Michigan. She’s traveled everywhere from Scotland to St. Petersburg, Albania to Montenegro. Like her hero Walt Whitman, her favorite city on the planet is Washington, D.C., and her favorite off-planet city is Entra.
Cori is the author of several YA books: The Color of Rain, Breaking Sky, and You Were Here. Cori’s (unfinished) novel in verse, Name Me America, won the Middle Grade category for the 2014 Katherine Paterson Prize. Cori is also the co-founder of Rainbow Boxes, a charitable initiative aiming to bring LGBTQIA fiction to community libraries and GSAs across America.

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