How to Make Friends with the Dark
Delacorte Press (Verlag)
978-1-9848-9312-3 (ISBN)
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Here is what happens when your mother dies.
It's the brightest day of summer and it's dark outside. It's dark in your house, dark in your room, and dark in your heart. You feel like the darkness is going to split you apart.
That's how it feels for Tiger. It's always been Tiger and her mother against the world. Then, on a day like any other, Tiger's mother dies. And now it's Tiger, alone.
Here is how you learn to make friends with the dark.
"Stunning and beautifully written."-HelloGiggles
"A rare and powerful novel, How to Make Friends with the Dark dives deep into the heart of grief and healing with honesty, empathy, and grace." --Karen M. McManus, New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying and Two Can Keep a Secret
"Breathtaking and heartbreaking, and I loved it with all my heart." --Jennifer Niven, New York Times bestselling author of All the Bright Places and Holding Up the Universe
Praise for Kathleen Glasgow's Girl in Pieces
"Girl, Interrupted meets Speak." --Refinery29.com
"One of the most affecting novels we have read." --Goop.com
"A haunting, beautiful, and necessary book that will stay with you long after you've read the last page." --Nicola Yoon, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Everything, Everything and The Sun Is Also a Star
Kathleen Glasgow's first novel was the New York Times bestselling novel Girl in Pieces . How to Make Friends with the Dark is her second novel. She lives and writes in Tucson, Arizona. To learn more about Kathleen and her writing, visit her website, kathleenglasgowbooks.com, or follow @kathglasgow on Twitter and @misskathleenglasgow on Instagram.
I find the bills by accident, stuffed underneath a pile of underwear in the dresser my mother and I share. Instead of clean socks, my hands come away with a thick stack of envelopes marked Urgent, Last Notice, Contact Immediately.
My heart thuds. We don t have a lot, we never have, but we ve made do with what my mom makes as the county Bookmobile lady and from helping out at Bonita s daycare. Come summer, we ve got the Jellymobile, but that s another story.
You don t hide things in a drawer unless you re worried.
Mom s been on the couch since yesterday morning, cocooned in a black-and-red wool blanket, sleeping off a headache.
Mom, I say, loudly. Mommy.
No answer. I check the crooked clock on the wall. Forty minutes until zero period.
We re what my mom likes to call a well-oiled, good-looking, and good-smelling machine. But I need the other half of my machine to beep and whir at me, and to do all that other stuff moms are supposed to do. If I don t have her, I don t have anything. It s not like with my friend Cake, who has two parents and an uncle living with her. If my mom is sick, or down, I m shit out of luck for help and companionship.
And rides to school.
Mom! I scream as loud as I can, practically ripping my throat in the process. I shove the bills back beneath the stack of underwear and head to the front room.
The scream worked. She s sitting up, the wool blanket crumpled on the floor.
Good morning to you, too, she mumbles thickly.
Her short hair is matted on one side and spiky on the other. She looks around, like she recognizes nothing, like she s an alien suddenly dropped into our strange, earthly atmosphere.
She blinks once, twice, three times, then says, Tiger, baby, get me some coffee, will you?
There s no coffee. I use my best accusatory voice. I have to be a little mean. I mean, come on. It looks like we re in dire straits here, plus, a couple other things, like Kai, are currently burning a hole in my brain. I need Mom-things to be happening.
There s nothing, I say. Well, peanut butter. You can have a big fat hot cup of steaming peanut butter.
My mom smiles, which kills me, because I can t resist it, and everything I thought I might say about the stack of unpaid bills kind of flies out the window. Things will be fixed now. Things will be okay, like always.
We can beep and whir again.
Mom gets up and walks to the red coffeemaker. Coffee is my mother s drug. That and cigarettes, no matter how much Bonita and Cake and I tell her they re disgusting and deadly. When I was little, I used to wake up at the crack of dawn, ready to play with her, just her, before she d drag me to the daycare, and I always had to wait until she had her first cup of coffee and her first cigarette. It was agony waiting for that stupid machine to glug out a cup while my hands itched with Legos or pick-up sticks.
She heaves a great sigh. Shit, she says. Baby! I better get my ass in gear, huh? She s standing at the sink, trying to turn on the faucet, but nothing is coming out. The water s still crappy? I was hoping that was just a bad dream. She nods to the faucet.
Pacheco isn t returning my calls, I say. Mr. Pacheco is our landlord and not a very nice one.
She murmurs, I guess I ll have to deal with that today, too.
| Erscheinungsdatum | 04.04.2019 |
|---|---|
| Verlagsort | New York |
| Sprache | englisch |
| Maße | 139 x 209 mm |
| Gewicht | 408 g |
| Themenwelt | Kinder- / Jugendbuch ► Kinderbücher bis 11 Jahre |
| Kinder- / Jugendbuch ► Sachbücher | |
| Schlagworte | books for 12 year old girls • books for 13 year old girls • books for 14 year old girls • books for teenagers • books for teen boys • books for teen girls • books for teens • books for teens 12-16 girls • Death • Depression • Friendship • Grief • grief books • Love • mental illness books • Romance • romance books • teen books • teen books for boys • teen books for girls • teen boy books • teen fiction books • teen girl books • teen romance books • tween books for girls ages 11-14 • ya books • Young Adult • young adult books • young adult books for girls • Young Adult Romance |
| ISBN-10 | 1-9848-9312-2 / 1984893122 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-1-9848-9312-3 / 9781984893123 |
| Zustand | Neuware |
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