The School of The Ages series by Matt Posner is one of my favorite book series to date!  Sara Ghost, a STA short, is free this weekend.. go grab your copy now. Look for my review of book 3, The War against Love, in the coming weeks.
 
From Sara Ghost:
I lock the bathroom door, strip to get in the shower. My 
arms are specked with white lines from little cuts. But I don't cut in the 
house. I want to, now, really badly. I imagine cutting really deeply, like with 
a steak knife, leaving a puddle on the green tiles. Bleed out the fear, the 
worry, to make me ready for whatever horrible thing Jack Misra is going to do to 
me. Did I really just say "Eew" like a five-year-old who doesn't like what's on 
her plate? Why didn't I have guts to say, 'Dad, this guy is a pervert and he's 
going to rape me?' My dad's … disgusting and my mom's a beast and I'm growing 
into a mix of both of them. My mom's big butt and fat lips … and dusty skin, my 
dad's round fat face and muddy eyes with pinched eye sockets and even a little 
of his mustache if you look closely. I imagine taking a big butcher knife and 
cutting around the edges and just peeling my ugly face away and flushing it down 
the toilet. Even Jack Misra wouldn't want me after that. Go on, Jack. You wanted 
to @#$%@# a pig, but will you @#$%@# a faceless bleeding monster? *amazon.com*
 
Sara 
Ghost is not a ghost at all, she calls herself a ghost because she feels 
invisible.  Filled with self loathing and 
inner turmoil that is only fueled by her emotionally unavailable parents, she 
hurts herself so she can feel.  Sara is a 
‘cutter’ who is dangerously close to becoming a ghost until a chance encounter 
at school brings two unlikely new friends into Sara’s life and her self image 
issues slowly begin to change.  Goldberry 
and Simon (School of the Ages students) actually SEE her, the real her, and 
slowly but surely she begins to see herself as well.  
I lock the bathroom door, strip to get in the shower. My arms are specked with white lines from little cuts. But I don't cut in the house. I want to, now, really badly. I imagine cutting really deeply, like with a steak knife, leaving a puddle on the green tiles. Bleed out the fear, the worry, to make me ready for whatever horrible thing Jack Misra is going to do to me. Did I really just say "Eew" like a five-year-old who doesn't like what's on her plate? Why didn't I have guts to say, 'Dad, this guy is a pervert and he's going to rape me?' My dad's … disgusting and my mom's a beast and I'm growing into a mix of both of them. My mom's big butt and fat lips … and dusty skin, my dad's round fat face and muddy eyes with pinched eye sockets and even a little of his mustache if you look closely. I imagine taking a big butcher knife and cutting around the edges and just peeling my ugly face away and flushing it down the toilet. Even Jack Misra wouldn't want me after that. Go on, Jack. You wanted to @#$%@# a pig, but will you @#$%@# a faceless bleeding monster? *amazon.com*
 


 
I love that you added the link to get the book and links to find author! :)
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