girl in pieces by kathleen glasgow
release date – august 30th, 2016
genre – ya dark contemporary
publisher / imprint – delacorte press
summary (from goodreads) –
charlotte davis is in pieces. at seventeen she’s already lost more than most people lose in a lifetime. but she’s learned how to forget. the thick glass of a mason jar cuts deep, and the pain washes away the sorrow until there is nothing but calm. you don’t have to think about your father and the river. your best friend, who is gone forever. or your mother, who has nothing left to give you.
every new scar hardens charlie’s heart just a little more, yet it still hurts so much. it hurts enough to not care anymore, which is sometimes what has to happen before you can find your way back from the edge.
You know, I know who I am. I mean, I don’t know know, because I’m only seventeen, but I know, like, who I am when I’m with people, or when they’re looking at me, and putting me into a slot in their mind. If you have one of your class photographs, I bet you can find me. It won’t be hard. Who’s the girl who’s not smiling? Who, even if she’s between two other kids, kind of still looks like she’s standing alone, because they’re standing a little apart from her? Are her clothes kind of . . . plain? Dirty? Loose? Kind of nothing. Do you even remember her name? You can spot the girls who will have it easy. I don’t even have to describe them for you. You can spot the girls who will get by on smarts. You can spot the girls who will get by because they’re tough, or athletic. And then there’s me, that one, that disheveled kid (say it, poor) who never gets anything right, and sits alone in the cafeteria, and draws all the time, or gets shoved in the hallway, and called names, because that’s her slot, and sometimes she gets mad, and punches, because what else is there? So when Casper says, Who keeps your secrets? I think, Nobody. Nobody until Ellis. She was my one and only chance and she chose me. You don’t know what that feels like, probably, because you’re used to having friends. You probably have a mom and a dad, or at least one who’s not dead, and they don’t hit you. Nobody moves away from you in the class picture. So you don’t know what it feels like to every day, every fucking day, be so lonely that this black hole inside is going to swallow you down, until the one day this person, this really beautiful person? comes to your school and she just seems to not care that everyone is staring at her in her black velvet dress, her fishnets, her big black boots, wild purple hair, and red, red mouth. She comes to the door of the cafeteria on the first day and she doesn’t even get in line for a tray, she just looks around the whole fucking zoo of second lunch period and suddenly she’s walking toward you, that big red mouth smiling, her enormous black backpack swinging down on the table, and she’s digging out Pixy Stix and Candy Buttons and sliding them to you, you (your pencil frozen in the air over your sketchbook because this could be a joke, some elaborate plan by the jocks, but no), and she’s saying, “Christ on a crutch, you are the only fucking normal person in this hellhole. I’m dying to get high. Wanna come over after school and get high? God, I like your hair. And your T-shirt. Did you get that here or online? What are you drawing, that’s fucking angelic.” That’s what she called things she loved: angelic. This pot is positively angelic. Charlie, this band is angelic. And it was like the world was coated in gold from that moment on. It sparkled.
kathleen glasgow lives in tucson, arizona. she writes for the radio show “the writer’s almanac” and can probably provide you with some interesting anecdotes about historical literary figures if you asked nicely. you can find out more about kathleen by following her on twitter, instagram (where she posts about sunsets, depression, spirit circles, and books), or her website. girl in pieces is her debut novel.
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