I got the cover art for my 2012 YA--GONE, GONE, GONE--last week, and I am so psyched that I can share it.
Here's a quick fakey blurb I wrote for it:
Craig, for the first time in nearly a year, wakes up in Silver Spring, Maryland on October 2nd, 2002 to a house devoid of chirping, barking, and mewing. Between twilight and daylight, somehow his entire menagerie escaped. All the animals that he'd collected since his old boyfriend was dragged away to the psych ward. Gone.
Lio, the post-cancer kid transfer student from New York City, doesn't like to talk. But he does like Craig. His new therapist says he's "a little fucked up." Craig just says, if he has the time, could he help him put up posters?
At 5:20 PM, when their stack of posters is about halfway out and Lio surprises Craig with a kiss, the sniper shootings begin.
Ten people died in the D.C. sniper shootings. This is the story of two of the boys who didn't.
ETA: The tagline is obviously a placeholder. My editor has a good sense of humor
Here's a quick fakey blurb I wrote for it:
Craig, for the first time in nearly a year, wakes up in Silver Spring, Maryland on October 2nd, 2002 to a house devoid of chirping, barking, and mewing. Between twilight and daylight, somehow his entire menagerie escaped. All the animals that he'd collected since his old boyfriend was dragged away to the psych ward. Gone.
Lio, the post-cancer kid transfer student from New York City, doesn't like to talk. But he does like Craig. His new therapist says he's "a little fucked up." Craig just says, if he has the time, could he help him put up posters?
At 5:20 PM, when their stack of posters is about halfway out and Lio surprises Craig with a kiss, the sniper shootings begin.
Ten people died in the D.C. sniper shootings. This is the story of two of the boys who didn't.
ETA: The tagline is obviously a placeholder. My editor has a good sense of humor
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