YARN: The Young Adult Review Network
May 8th, 2014

The Secret Language of Light by Julie Murphy

andimjulie:

hanginggardenstories:

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I am invisible, melting into backgrounds like a chameleon. I watched as people I’d known my entire life milled through the fairgrounds around me. I knew each of them by name, but it seemed the only person who saw me was my sister. Even our father who, eight years later, was still mourning our mother. Our mother who always saw me.

I sat on the blue drooping fairgrounds bench with Luna as she shoveled spoonfuls of Italian ice into her mouth and swung her legs back and forth, kicking up little clouds of dust around her white patent leather shoes. She’d begged me to bring her to the circus. None of the posters had said how long it might be in town, so every day could possibly have been the last, which meant every day Luna didn’t go to the circus ended in tears.

She wasn’t rotten. But with only me and our father at home, there was little time for anything that wasn’t a necessity.

“Julian,” said Luna, syrup dripping down her cheek and onto last month’s Easter dress. “Can we buy a souvenir program?”

I fished around in my pocket and came up with a few coins I’d found on our father’s nightstand. “Sure.”

Once she was through with her Italian ice, we lined up for the main attraction.

I’d never liked circuses or zoos. Maybe I was too old by the time I went to my first one, but seeing exotic animals pent up in cages, outside of their natural element, left an ache in me that sunk all the way down to my toes.

Girls in gold sequined leotards pranced through the ring, balancing all kinds of objects on their heads or the tips of their fingers, and even riding elephants whose every step shook the ground below us as drums rolled and symbols crashed. They all looked different, of course, with their various body shapes and colors of hair, but their sequined outfits unified them like bridesmaids in a church.

The ringleader in his riding pants and suede-fringed jacket unfurled his whip and said, “I’ll be calling on my assistant, Magdalena, to help me with this portion of the show!”

That was when I saw her. She broke through the curtain of darkness and into the pool of light. A tall girl with white hair, a wooden leg, and lips so bright they could wake a dead man. She was a shock of lightening in the dead of winter.

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My latest short for hanginggardenstories! And totally different from my usual fare.

dingsanddoodles:

Reading glasses

I get it. I so get it. 
~ Lourdes

dingsanddoodles:

Reading glasses

I get it. I so get it. 

~ Lourdes

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May 7th, 2014
harmonyinkpress:

sandcastleandmanderlay:

andreashettle:

harmonyinkpress:

Breaking Free by Winter Page
Mixed race, transgender, lesbian protagonist with lesbian and gay supporting characters.
Written by a teenage author.

Raimi Carter is finally a girl, just like she always knew she was meant to be. At a new school where nobody knows she’s had gender reassignment surgery, she hopes to finally live the normal life she’s longed for, happy in her own skin.
Life is great until she discovers a dangerous bully is blackmailing head cheerleader, Clare Strickland, threatening to reveal her secret: she’s gay. As Raimi fights to free Clare from his clutches, the two girls move beyond friendship. But secrets from their pasts and their own fears of coming out tear them apart—maybe forever. Baring their souls to each other could cost them everything. For two girls trapped and desperately in love, only strength, courage, and trust in each other will help them break free and claim their future.


Hard enough to find young adult LGBTIQA books, harder to find one with a transgender character.

wish it was translated in french so i could read it

Our parent company does translate some of our books into French, German, Spanish, and Italian. None of the YA titles have been translated yet, but it is in the plan at some point. If you want to increase the likelihood of any book being translated, request it at that language’s Facebook page.
French: https://www.facebook.com/DreamspinnerPressEnFrancais
German: https://www.facebook.com/DreamspinnerPressAufDeutsch
Spanish: https://www.facebook.com/dreamspinnerpress.spanish
Italian: https://www.facebook.com/DreamspinnerPressItalia
We keep a database of those requests and it does have some influence on our decisions about which books to translate.
Obviously, I can’t guarantee any book requested will be translated. (And even if it is selected, it’s a months-long process.) However, this is how to let us know you want a book in one of those four languages.

This book sounds awesome! Must-Read-Now. 
~Lourdes 

harmonyinkpress:

sandcastleandmanderlay:

andreashettle:

harmonyinkpress:

Breaking Free by Winter Page

Mixed race, transgender, lesbian protagonist with lesbian and gay supporting characters.

Written by a teenage author.

Raimi Carter is finally a girl, just like she always knew she was meant to be. At a new school where nobody knows she’s had gender reassignment surgery, she hopes to finally live the normal life she’s longed for, happy in her own skin.

Life is great until she discovers a dangerous bully is blackmailing head cheerleader, Clare Strickland, threatening to reveal her secret: she’s gay. As Raimi fights to free Clare from his clutches, the two girls move beyond friendship. But secrets from their pasts and their own fears of coming out tear them apart—maybe forever. Baring their souls to each other could cost them everything. For two girls trapped and desperately in love, only strength, courage, and trust in each other will help them break free and claim their future.

Hard enough to find young adult LGBTIQA books, harder to find one with a transgender character.

wish it was translated in french so i could read it

Our parent company does translate some of our books into French, German, Spanish, and Italian. None of the YA titles have been translated yet, but it is in the plan at some point. If you want to increase the likelihood of any book being translated, request it at that language’s Facebook page.

We keep a database of those requests and it does have some influence on our decisions about which books to translate.

Obviously, I can’t guarantee any book requested will be translated. (And even if it is selected, it’s a months-long process.) However, this is how to let us know you want a book in one of those four languages.

This book sounds awesome! Must-Read-Now. 

~Lourdes 

vintageanchorbooks:

"Mushrooms"Overnight, veryWhitely, discreetly,Very quietlyOur toes, our nosesTake hold on the loam,Acquire the air.Nobody sees us,Stops us, betrays us;The small grains make room.Soft fists insist onHeaving the needles,The leafy bedding,Even the paving.Our hammers, our rams,Earless and eyeless,Perfectly voiceless,Widen the crannies,Shoulder through holes. WeDiet on water,On crumbs of shadow,Bland-mannered, askingLittle or nothing.So many of us!So many of us!We are shelves, we areTables, we are meek,We are edible,Nudgers and shoversIn spite of ourselves.Our kind multiplies:We shall by morningInherit the earth.Our foot’s in the door.—from The Colossus (1960)

vintageanchorbooks:

"Mushrooms"
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.

—from The Colossus (1960)

Up in my room I flipped open my laptop and waited for Google to load. I punched in one word. Like taking a punch to the gut. Schizophrenia.

A medical condition affecting the victim’s perceptions of reality.

Molly’d always been—well, the smart one, the one with the brains. You know that old joke, where people say, “Come on, it’s not rocket science”? When it was, Molly took it on. She dropped high school science her sophomore year and enrolled at community college. I remember last year, when I almost flunked physics, she tried to explain string theory to me—electrons and quarks, fastballs spinning on their tracks. For a second I’d almost get it, like a baseball that just grazed my glove, and then that missed fastball would fly quick as a comet light years over my head.

Molly ducked if a ball came within ten feet of her. But she caught those fastballs every time.

So if the pitcher can’t see the ball? If the batter doesn’t know it’s there? If the ump calls a foul because a voice told him something happened that never did? I made a fist around a ball I didn’t have. Then I scrolled farther down the screen.

Thought to be heritable. Symptoms include elaborate hallucinations and visual and audio delusions. I hadn’t done this search since Christmas. But I remembered every word.

Under Molly’s Star ~ Rose Engelfried

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summerscourtney:

About TIGER EYES
About Judy Blume
About the TIGER EYES movie
What is a headcrab
What is a Courtney Summers (summerscourtney)
Previously recommended

Headcrab and I need to go out on a date. The reading choices of Headcrab are swoon worthy. 

I mean it, Headcrab. 

~ Lourdes 

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I believe that most writers, especially teen writers, should be focusing on producing high-quality writing, not innovative writing. And rules for writing, especially from those innovative writers who have established their voice, such as Orwell, can help guide a young writer like myself to success. I know this may be seen as an antiquated view. I, however, think of writing as an art. Visual arts students begin their careers copying from the great masters of their time. They tirelessly recreate paintings hung on museum walls, learning to work with a wider brushstroke or a thicker coat of paint . It is only after mastering these fundamental skills do artists begin to develop their unique style.

Rules, rules, rules! ~ Rachel Troy

NEW!

Of all people, our teen Reader, Rachel Troy, supports a pretty old-school approach to writing. But she still loves Jackson Pollock. Find out more.

May 6th, 2014

Naturally, when I read George Orwell’s “Politics and the English Language”, I was thrilled to see a numbered list of writing rules:

(i) Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.

(ii) Never use a long word where a short one will do.

(iii) If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.

(iv) Never use the passive where you can use the active.

(v) Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.

(vi) Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

Rules, rules, rules! ~ Rachel Troy 

NEW!

Of all people, our teen Reader, Rachel Troy, supports a pretty old-school approach to writing. But she still loves Jackson Pollock. FInd out more.

If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats.
Richard Bach (via writersrelief)