Gideon Lee
by Lisa Orchard
Release Date: 10/21/14
Summary from Goodreads:
Lark Singer's relationship with her mother is prickly to say the least. As she enters a musical competition that could launch her career, Lark also searches for answers her mother would rather keep hidden. Throw into the mix the fact her best friend Bean has been acting strangely, and Lark finds herself launched into uncharted territory. Will her quest for answers sabotage her musical aspirations?
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Excerpt:
As I chew, I stare at my mother and take in her fair complexion and her Kewpie doll features. We look nothing alike. I put down my pizza and square my shoulders. I know I'm lobbing a bomb across the table, but I can't stop. The need to know is too strong. "Do I look like my dad?"
Francine is so startled she drops her pizza. It lands half on her plate and half off. Her shoulders slump as she avoids my gaze and flops her dinner back onto her plate. She glances at me and sees that I'm waiting for an answer. "Yes. You look like him. But I don't want to talk about him."
"Why not?" I ask, always pushing where this topic is concerned.
"I just don't." Her tone is sharp, but I ignore it.
"What are you so afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't want to talk about him." She slumps back in her chair, and her eyes take on the look of a cornered animal as it stares at its captor searching for a way to escape.
Groaning, I leap from my chair. "Fine. I've got homework anyway." I carry my plate to the sink then stomp out. I snatch my backpack and continue my rampage to my bedroom letting my feet communicate for me.
Entering my room, I flick on the light and then lean against the door. A heavy sigh forces its way through my lips. Scanning the area, I search for something to focus on besides Francine and my sperm donor. I can't really call him a father, because I've never met the man. My search ceases when my gaze falls upon my bed. It looks inviting, and I'm not in the mood to start my homework anyway. I plop down on it and make myself comfortable. The bedsprings groan, protesting my intrusion. As I lay down on my back, I search the ceiling, looking for some answers in the cracked paint.
Francine is so startled she drops her pizza. It lands half on her plate and half off. Her shoulders slump as she avoids my gaze and flops her dinner back onto her plate. She glances at me and sees that I'm waiting for an answer. "Yes. You look like him. But I don't want to talk about him."
"Why not?" I ask, always pushing where this topic is concerned.
"I just don't." Her tone is sharp, but I ignore it.
"What are you so afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't want to talk about him." She slumps back in her chair, and her eyes take on the look of a cornered animal as it stares at its captor searching for a way to escape.
Groaning, I leap from my chair. "Fine. I've got homework anyway." I carry my plate to the sink then stomp out. I snatch my backpack and continue my rampage to my bedroom letting my feet communicate for me.
Entering my room, I flick on the light and then lean against the door. A heavy sigh forces its way through my lips. Scanning the area, I search for something to focus on besides Francine and my sperm donor. I can't really call him a father, because I've never met the man. My search ceases when my gaze falls upon my bed. It looks inviting, and I'm not in the mood to start my homework anyway. I plop down on it and make myself comfortable. The bedsprings groan, protesting my intrusion. As I lay down on my back, I search the ceiling, looking for some answers in the cracked paint.
About the Author:
I am the oldest of four children and grew up in a small town in Western Michigan. I grew up reading mysteries, starting with "The Bobbsey Twins" and "The Nancy Drew" series.
By fifth grade I was writing my own mysteries and illustrating them as well. I've always known that I wanted to be a writer and I tucked that little piece of information into the back of my brain; determined to take it out and use it when it was time.
After graduating from Central Michigan University with a Marketing Degree, I landed a sales job. I was on my way! After spending 13 years in the Insurance industry, I met my husband. We soon married and had two beautiful boys. I decided to stay home with my kids. A tough decision, but one I don't regret.
I did, however, miss the hustle and bustle of work - and working toward a goal. That is when the little voice inside my brain said, "It's time to write."
So I did, and "The Super Spies and the Cat Lady Killer" was born, followed by my new book, "The Super Spies and the High School Bomber."
I am very excited as I begin this new "chapter" in my life.
By fifth grade I was writing my own mysteries and illustrating them as well. I've always known that I wanted to be a writer and I tucked that little piece of information into the back of my brain; determined to take it out and use it when it was time.
After graduating from Central Michigan University with a Marketing Degree, I landed a sales job. I was on my way! After spending 13 years in the Insurance industry, I met my husband. We soon married and had two beautiful boys. I decided to stay home with my kids. A tough decision, but one I don't regret.
I did, however, miss the hustle and bustle of work - and working toward a goal. That is when the little voice inside my brain said, "It's time to write."
So I did, and "The Super Spies and the Cat Lady Killer" was born, followed by my new book, "The Super Spies and the High School Bomber."
I am very excited as I begin this new "chapter" in my life.
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