In Between Days
by Anne
Jamison
GENRE: Young
Adult
BLURB:
Chicago
suburbs, 1985. The high school. The mall. The blood-stained Mercedes. Misogyny.
Homophobia. Class warfare. Cocaine.
(And the first
semester isn’t even over yet.)
The Jocks with their
pastel Izods. The Barbies. The loser Burnouts.
High school in the
1980s had rules. Barbies and Jocks can mix. Barbie cheerleaders steer clear of
the losers. Punks want to burn it all down.
Samantha Ward doesn't
love the rules, but she plays to win. So when a snarky Burnout goes after her
in a face-off, of course she fights back. Of course she fights mean. She may
not get his sex joke, but she knows he made one. About her. In front of the
entire cafeteria. And what's worse, she feels a tingle when she looks at
bad-boy Jason.
How could she know
her mean girl put-down would launch a war? Or that the school she knows hides a
darker world she never even dreamed of?
In Between Days is a
pitch-perfect story of first love, friendship, and enemies; of loyalty,
betrayal, and the power of secrets. This darkly funny, suspenseful tale is
perfect for fans of The Outsiders and The Breakfast Club.
"GRIPPING AND
UNPUTDOWNABLE." --Christina Lauren, international bestselling authors of
Dating You/Hating You “THIS WAS a bittersweet tumble into eighties high school
nostalgia, with all the angst, sexual tension and emotional confusion involved
with first love, and so well done it was a non-stop read to the end.… (Oh, and
one of the best first kisses I have EVER read...),” says one reviewer
Author's Note:
This is a historical novel that contains period language
that is, and was then, and should be, offensive.
Excerpt:
Further on toward the school, Skinny
and Bogart and Dylan Dougherty were slouching around with a couple of girls, so
Jason headed that way. As he’d hoped, Jason recognized one of the girls as
Shelly—C-cup, rum and Cokes, last name unclear at this point. Wiseass girl
usually up for some fun.
“Check it out, it’s the Devil
himself . . . in the flesh.” Shelly did check him out, slowly, as if she knew a
thing or two about the flesh of Jason Devlin. Jason nodded to her, a little
private. She did know a thing or two. He could stand her getting to know a
couple more, maybe later that day.
“Man, he is the Devil.” Skinny
gestured toward the graveyard. “You communing with your minions and shit?”
“Nah.” Jason looked at Skinny.
“That’s what I’m doing right now.” Everyone else laughed.
“Fuck you, man,” Skinny said, but
without any real bite to it.
“Chill, dude. You know how much,”
Jason paused and grasped Skinny’s hand, “I really, really love you.” Skinny was an ugly dude with skin that always
looked like it needed washing, a kind of sour smell, and a really nasty sense
of humor. No one, Jason thought, probably loved Skinny Nowlin. But he was loyal
as hell and usually good for a laugh.
“Nah, you’re just into me for the
sex, fag, but I told you, it’s over.” Skinny shoved him.
“Whoa. Cool it. Watch the visual,
man, I’ll be soft for days now.”
“Dudes, I’ll lose my lunch!” Bogart
looked up sleepily from where he was fiddling with some rolling papers and a
film canister for no apparent reason. Bogart rarely had an apparent reason for
anything he did. Skinny shoved him, too. He fell.
A voice Jason didn’t recognize cut
through the laughter. “So what were you doing over with the dead people, devil
man?” The girl who spoke tilted her head to one side and smiled slowly around
her words, making “devil man” sound both mocking and like some secret shared
joke.
Jason shrugged. He grabbed on to
Shelly’s ponytail and gave it a yank so she didn’t think he was going for that
other chick. Not like he and Shel were a thing, because Jason didn’t get into
things with girls, but Shelly knew his deal and seemed cool with it, and after
a morning like this one, a little human touch would definitely be in order.
But he was interested in this other
girl in a different way. Like she might be interesting. She had blue spiky hair
and a lot of eyeliner, and he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen her around because
that would be memorable in a cookie-cutter school like Highland. Thing was, she
looked familiar, too.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Anne
Jamison is the author of three critical books, including Fic: Why Fanfiction is
Taking Over the World. She lives in Salt Lake City with her dogs, her son, and
an avant-garde poet. She is an English professor, but not the kind that
corrects your grammar (unless she is actively grading your paper). In Between
Days is her first novel.
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