"I can’t wait to meet your daughter.”
“And she’s excited to meet you. It’s too bad she isn’t home now.”
“She isn’t? Where is she?” I smile so that I don’t frown. When we spoke on the phone, I had specifically asked if Ella would be there, and Vanessa Morison had said that she would. I never take on students without meeting them first.
—Shadow Girl, by Liana Liu
Here’s something I’ve learned from horror ...
We keep marching, our feet trampling over Principal Wilson’s threats and our teachers’ warnings. We are marching because these words deserve to be run over. Steamrolled. Flattened to dust. We are marching in our Converse and our candy-colored flip-flops and our kitten heels, too. Our legs are moving, our arms are swinging, our mouths are set in lines so straight and so sharp you could cut yourself on them.
Maybe we hope you do.
—Moxie, by Jennifer Mathieu
December is the season of Best Book of the year lists—and the season of reminders about books from early 2017 while we make said lists—but let’s not forget that there are ALSO new books coming out, right?
Let’s take a look:
Shadow Girl, by Liana Liu
An eighteen-year-old girl gets a job living with and tutoring a rich kid at the kid’s family’s seemingly idyllic island vacation home, far far away from her own stressful family—and based on that description ...
I am telling the story to make sure the Abbey never forgets. But also so that I can fully grasp what happened. Reading has always helped me to understand the world better. I hope the same applies to writing.
—Maresi, by Maria Turtschaninoff, translated by A.A. Prime
The Red Abbey is remote, largely self-sufficient, and run entirely by women. Girls are sent there from all over: some are sent because of the unparalleled education they’ll receive there, some ...
I rarely write about books from the Far Future in this space—I’m a big fan of instant gratification, so I like to focus on books that are either already available or almost available.
That said, you should click over to your online bookseller of choice and pre-order The Poet X, by Elizabeth Acevedo. By the time it arrives—in early March of next year—you’ll have forgotten that you ordered it, and it’ll be like getting a surprise gift from your past ...
There were dolls in a glass-fronted cabinet, dolls perched on a burgundy velvet sofa, and, worst of all, one doll that was about the size of an actual kindergartener propped up in the corner, her arms outstretched, her painted red lips stretched in a wide smile.
I instinctively backed up, and bumped into Ruby.
“Sorry,” I murmured, going to move away, but she was staring at the dolls, shaking her head.
“We’re all gonna die in this house,” ...