Are those leg bracelets?? #simonteen #killerinstinct
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DEAR GOD by Julie Murphy
In all her twelve years, Louisa Tuck was never happy with what she had until there was nothing left to give. We were the only human beings under the age of thirty for eighteen miles, but in the nine years my dad had worked on the Tuck family farm, Louisa had only referred to me as that boy.
My bedroom window in the guesthouse was no less than three feet from hers. She kept her curtain closed and window shut at all times, except for the moments every night when she knelt in front of her bed and prayed. I always thought maybe she just wanted to make sure God could hear her, even though Louisa never had any trouble being loud enough.
Each night, she would beg to God for all the things she wanted that her parents had refused to provide. New dresses. Pearl Earrings. Finger nail polish. Expensive teacakes. I’d heard it all, every single possession she thought might fill the hole in her heart.
On the night she disappeared, I sat with Dad at our tiny kitchen table as Louisa waited on the porch next door. She wore a white dress with white sandals. Every thing on this farm was covered with dust and dirt, except Louisa.
“Thomas,” Dad said. “I told Claire you’d help her with a trip in town tomorrow afternoon.”
I nodded along as Louisa’s father pulled up the dirt path. She met him in the grass, pushing the wrinkles out of her dress. “Papa,” I watched her lips say. I knew Louisa’s voice so well that I could practically hear her in my head. “I need a new puppy.” To Louisa, there was no such thing as want. Only need.
“Baby,” his lips read, “You’ve already got Rupert.”
Louisa’s black ringlet curls bounced as she crossed her arms. “Rupert sleeps all day.”
He wearily shook his head. “Now, Louisa, you begged for Rupert when—”
The screen door swung open. Miss Claire, Louisa’s mama, stormed out into the yard with her finger pointed at her daughter. I could remember a time when Miss Claire had been a softer woman, but that was before Louisa had gotten used to getting her way. “Louisa Mae!” Her voice rang through the window dividing us, and now even my dad watched. “Don’t you go asking your papa for something when I’ve already told you no. You are beyond old enough to know better.”
Louisa stomped her foot, dust clouding up around her, as she let out a screeching moan. “You’re a witch!” she screamed.
Dad shook his head as he cut his meatloaf with the side of his fork. “That girl is a curse. I can’t understand what Roy or Claire did to deserve such a thing.”
Most people would think that Louisa was the way she was because no one had ever made her act otherwise. But that just wasn’t true. Miss Claire and Mr. Tuck were honest and fair. They laundered their same clothes every weekend, and wore them through until each garment was beyond repair and would live out the rest of its days as a dust rag. I’d even memorized all three of Miss Claire’s Sunday dresses and had only seen Mr. Tuck in two different pairs of boots. So no one really knew who Louisa had inherited her insatiable taste from.
Mr. Tuck took the hand that his wife shook in Louisa’s face. “An answer from me is an answer from your mama. And you barely pay any attention to Rupert.”
“I try to play with him all the time,” spat Louisa.
“Who walks him, Louisa?” asked Miss Claire. “Who feeds him? Picks up after him?”
Louisa’s chest heaved, her rage physically manifesting. “I. Said. I. Need. A. New. Puppy!” Her voice echoed over the rows of crops and traveled as far as town.
Suddenly, our house went dark as clouds moved past the sun. Miss Claire, Mr. Tuck, and Louisa all looked up.
I stood then, and walked to the porch. The sky was black with thousands upon thousands of crows. I heard my father step outside behind me. They hung above us, squawking. I felt the sound of their flapping wings in my chest like footsteps pounding the earth.
“Migratin’,” Dad murmured.
As the sky began to clear, Louisa’s high pitch laugh pulled us back to earth. She pointed to her Mama with one hand and clasped the other to her chest. “Oh, Mama! They got you good.”
There, dripping down Miss Claire’s chest, was a huge splatter of white bird mess.
“Louisa,” said Mr. Tuck, “go get your mama a wet cloth.”
But Louisa was in a fit of hysterics. “That’s what you get!” she said.
Miss Claire pushed past her daughter and rushed back into the house.
“Dear God!” Louisa shouted at the sky with her hands pressed together in a mock prayer. “Make me a bird, so I can fly far, far away from here.”
“Come on,” Dad said. “This ain’t none of our business.”
Mr. Tuck took Louisa’s hand, dragging her inside behind him.
I heard her piercing laugh in every corner of my dreams that night.
The next morning, her window was still open from when she had said her prayers.
As I ate breakfast with my dad, Miss Claire came knocking on our door. Dad answered as he clipped his suspenders in place. “Morning, Claire.”
She blushed. “Nathan.”
Her expression made my stomach twist. I stepped out from behind my father.
“Thomas.” She sighed. “Have you seen Louisa?”
We searched all day, and by the time we made it back home for dinner, we were covered in dirt. I’d never liked her, but I hoped that wherever Louisa was, her dress and sandals were white as ever.
That night, after the police left, Mr. Tuck sat on the front porch, his rocking chair creaking back and forth until the sun rose.
We searched until the days added up and turned into weeks.
One evening, months after Louisa had gone missing, Miss Claire invited us over for dinner. We ate chicken and rice casserole as we tiptoed around the empty chair at the table, only bringing up Louisa in reference to the search. No one ever said anything about the greed that plagued her.
I excused myself from the table to use the washroom. When I passed Louisa’s room, I lingered for a moment. Her sheets were pushed down at the foot of the bed. Her room was just as she’d left it, including the single black feather in the middle of the floor.
We have several options for for those getting their books banned.
Also, we made this video before we realized it was Banned Books Week, and not Banned Book Week. <der, there is more than one book getting banned>
Q. If you lived in a house that was haunted by ghosts, which of the ghosts in the Walker’s house would you not mind haunting yours – and why?
Oh, lord–I would hope none of them! I do actually have an old house and several of my guests have reported strange experiences–so it’s possible I do have ghosts. But hopefully our lives won’t converge in such…explosive ways.
Yay Lauren Oliver! Yay new books! YAY ALL THE THINGS!
That time I read BLOODLINES by Richelle Mead #tbt
I was not prepared to love this book. You see, I’m new on the Richelle Mead scene and didn’t realize her greatness at crafting YA Urban Fantasy.
I feel I must write and let you know my feelings on Sydney and Adrian.
I loved the banter! Well, actually I loved Sydney’s determination and Adrian’s “lost-ness,” which combined created an outstanding dynamic. Sydney was referred to several times in the book as the mom of the group; she was the one figuratively cleaning up all the messes, including Adrian’s. Whereas Adrian is going through a rough patch in life. While he may be an ultra-hot Moroi, people tend to categorize him as, “that’s Adrian” and don’t expect much from him. Together, they become each other’s biggest cheerleaders. All I can say is that Sydney better guard her heart, because I see some forbidden love on the horizon (YAY!!)…
FYI: This book is not a romance. There is the possibility of a budding romance that will develop into something more, which has me aching to read book two, The Golden Lily now!
Please note I am still in love with this series and cannot wait for SILVER SHADOWS.
KILLER INSTINCT — GIVEAWAY
“She’s not evil, but she has certain… urges.”
GIVEAWAY! Today only (U.S.). 1 hardback of KILLER INSTINCT. Just follow segreenauthor and repost or reblog for a chance to win. Ends tonight at 11:59 EST.
KILLER INSTINCT — GIVEAWAY!
Today only (U.S.). One (1) hardback of Killer Instinct. Just follow segreenauthor and repost or retweet. Ends tonight at 11:59 EST.
These doll heads, they’re killing meeeeee!!
Check out the cover for Following Chelsea by Shari Green!!
Thank you so much to the fabulous Girls In The Stacks for hosting me today! I’m so excited to share the cover of FOLLOWING CHELSEA with you! This story’s journey from idea to published book has been a long and winding one (you can read about it HERE), but now, we’re thisclose!
FOLLOWING CHELSEA will soon be available for pre-order, but you’ll need something to read before then, right? So, I’m giving away a book of the winner’s choice —check out the Rafflecopter giveaway at the end of this post, and enter to win!
Voilà! My gorgeous cover!
I’m kind of in love with it. I hope you like it, too!
About the book:
Walking in the footsteps of a dead girl isn’t easy.
After her social life flatlines, seventeen-year-old Anna Richards wants nothing more than to lie low at her new school. But it seems Anna looks an awful lot like Chelsea, the sweet and popular girl who recently died, and Anna finds herself stepping into the void created by Chelsea’s absence.
Anna is determined to make the awkward situation work in her favor, though, because Chelsea didn’t just leave a spot open with the in-crowd; she also left a gorgeous—and now available—boyfriend. But it turns out that following Chelsea might be a lot more complicated than Anna expected.
“A poignant story about fully-drawn and conflicted characters, FOLLOWING CHELSEA grabbed my attention from the first line and didn’t let me go. Green is a fresh new voice in contemporary YA fiction—one not to be missed!”
- Denise Jaden, author ofNever Enough andForeign Exchange
Enter for a chance to win a book of choice!
Winner will be announced September 20 on my blog: www.sharigreen.com.
Itty Bitty Book Review - Better Homes and Hauntings by Molly Harper
Hey guys! Now that we’ve made the full transition to Tumblr, it’s time to get back into the swing of things - including Itty Bitty Book Reviews.
I admit (to my deep, deep shame)…I’ve been in a bit of a book slump lately. And it’s been a BAD one. I haven’t even been able to finish more than a few books these last couple of months. That’s just awful. The last time this happened to me was the summer of 2008, right when I graduated from college. All that stress compounded and I didn’t want to touch a book at all.
So a friend suggested that I needed a palette cleanser and gave me this book, Better Homes and Hauntings by Molly Harper. I really enjoyed another book of Harper’s, How To Run With a Naked Werewolf and figured this would be just as cute.
I liked it even more.
And my enjoyment of the book had very little to do with the ” main” female character, Nina, who kind of felt like a pretty tablecloth and not much else. I have noticed that Harper has a tendency to damage her heroines, force them to cocoon themselves in misery and shame, and then suddenly they blossom under the love and warmth of friends and/or a hero of some sort. It’s a nontraditional-traditional romance. Again, nothing traditionally wrong with that, it’s just terribly formulaic. The most enjoyable and funniest parts of the novel were provided by the supporting cast, particularly Cindy and Jake. I’d be much more interested in reading about them.
I would definitely recommend this book for anyone looking for a quick, easy read on a rainy afternoon - because everyone needs a palette cleanser of a book every now and then.
A masterpost of YA books (and a few crossover MG titles) to be released in September 2014. Check out this month’s new releases below. Feel free to use this as a guide to this month’s releases, but please do not repost it in its entirety elsewhere. If you found this masterpost helpful, a like, reblog, or link back to Paperback’d would be much appreciated! If you know of a YA book to be released this month that isn’t on the list, drop me a message and I’ll update it!
Mindy’s book is amazing; Jandy Nelson’s book will give you life; OMG Sarah J. Maas; and The Infinite Sea give it to us now!!!!