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Estas entradas debía haberlas publicado hace un par de días, pero no he tenido tiempo de actualizar así que las publicaré hoy (lo que quiere decir que hoy habrá dos Book Blitz distintos), a ver qué os parecen ^^
Título: To Know Me
Saga: Marcy Blesy
Saga: To Know Me #1
Fecha de publicación: 21 de agosto del 2013
Géneros Romance, Juvenil
Sinopsis
To know me is to die.
Seventeen-year-old Mae is convinced that the consequences of her poor decisions have caused the untimely deaths of her dad, sister Laura, and grandma who all die within a year, no matter how ludicrous her thoughts seem to those she loves. The solution? Run away so no one else she cares for gets hurt (even if she has to keep a GPS tracker on her phone at all times).
Desperate to earn her diploma and salvage something of her life, she transfers schools when people get too close. After switching to Woodson Prep with only two months to go until graduation, Mae keeps her goals in sight. But when she meets Ty, the “perfect boy” with his own secrets and a relentless interest in Mae, she must decide if she can stop running from the past and still protect those she loves.
Conocerme es morir.
Mae, de diecisiete años, está convencida de que las consecuencias de sus malas decisiones son las causantes de las muertes de su padre, su hermana Laura y su abuela, quienes han muerto el mismo año, aunque los demás piensen que esto es ridículo. ¿La solución? Huir para evitar que alguna otra persona que le importe salga herida.
Desesperada por conseguir su diploma y salvar algo de su vida, se cambia de colegios cuando la gente se acerca demasiado a ella. Tras trasladares al instituto Woodson cuando solo quedan dos meses para la graduación, Mae se mantiene firme en conseguir sus propósitos. Pero cuando conoce a Ty el chico perfecto, con sus propios secretos y su implacable interés en Mae, deberá decididr si puede dejar de huir de su pasado y aun así proteger a los que quiere.
Información sobre la autora
Marcy Blesy is the author of several middle grade and young adult novels and short stories. Her picture book, Am I Like My Daddy?, helps children who experienced the loss of a parent when they were much younger. She has also been published in two Chicken Soup for the Soul books as well as various newspapers and magazines. By day she runs an elementary school library and enjoys spending time with her husband and two boys.
Marcy is a believer in love and enjoys nothing more than making her readers feel a book more than simply reading it. She likes to connect with her readers via twitter (@marcyblesy), email (mablesy(at)yahoo.com), or her blog (www.marcyblesy.com).
Marcy Blesy es la autora de varias novelas juveniles y de grado medio además de varias historias cortas. Su libro ilustrado Am I Like My Daddy? ayuda a los niños que han perdido a un padre cuando eran muy pequeños. Ha sido publicada en dos Chicken Soup for the Soul books además de en varias revistas y periódigos. Trabaja en una librería de un colegio de primaria y disfruta pasando el rato con su marido y sus dos hijos.
Marcy cree en el amor y disfruta consiguiendo que sus lectores sientan más que lean un libro. Le gusta conectar con sus lectores vía twitter, email o en su blog.
Extracto
To know me is to die. I mean, to really know me, like when you know I can run for hours without so much as a water break, or that cinnamon sugar doughnuts are my weakness, or that my dad gave me a whole different name. But I don’t let people get that close. I’ve learned the hard way. Too many people die in my life. Grandma said I was only unlucky.
“It’s not your fault all those people you love die. It’s just bad luck that you’ve had to deal with grief so young. Not fair at all,” she’d said. That was right before she died on my seventeenth birthday and right after my sister Laura, my dad, and my dog Petie.
I direct Mom Number 4 toward the front door of the high school. I always get a new mom when I transfer schools. I have yet to find a school that allows a seventeen-year-old to register herself. I wanted to graduate in Ohio, but too many people started asking questions. They weren’t important questions. Just stuff like, “How come I can’t ever come over to your house?” or “Why won’t you ever talk about yourself?” or when I do, “That’s not what you told so-and-so.” I had to leave. To let people into my life isn’t an option anymore. But, there’re no worries anyone will start to ask questions here. It’s already March. That diploma is as good as mine. Then I can enroll in online college and try to salvage something of my pathetic life.
♥ Sorteo ♥
¿Qué os parece? Creo que puede ser algo cliché pero entretenido. La portada no es que me guste especialmente, pero resulta llamativa, no puedo negarlo. Espero que os animéis y que si lo hacéis tengáis suerte :)
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