Thanks for the Trouble by Tommy Wallach

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Synopsis:

“I’ve got some questions for you. Was this story written about me?”

I shrugged.

“Yes or no?”

I shrugged again, finally earning a little scowl, which somehow made the girl even more pretty. It brought a bloom to her pale cheeks and made sharp shelves of her cheekbones.

“It’s very rude not to answer simple questions,” she said.

I gestured for my journal, but she still wouldn’t give it to me. So I took out my pen and wrote I can’t on my palm.

Then, in tiny letters below it, I finished the thought: Now don’t you feel like a jerk?

Parker Santé hasn’t spoken a word in five years. While his classmates plan for bright futures, he skips school to hang out in hotels, killing time by watching the guests. But when he meets a silver-haired girl named Zelda Toth, a girl who claims to be quite a bit older than she looks, he’ll discover there just might be a few things left worth living for.

Review: 
A very long time ago I read We all Looked Up and I loved it, in fact I think that the review for it is buried in the archives of this long forgotten blog. When I saw this at my library I was shocked that I hadn’t even known that Mr. Wallach had written another back.
This book was so interesting and the first book I’ve read in many many months. The premise is very interesting and really intrigued me. Zelda and Parker were great characters. They both had a lot of depth and unresolved issues. I mean we readers all know that when people have deep unresolved issues it makes them better characters.
The writing was darkly satirical and humorous whilst still evoking a heck ton of emotion which is an A* for Mr. Tommy Wallach. I enjoyed watching the story s it evolved and both of the characters fell more and more in love.
The only bad point was that I felt it took too long to get to the end even though I didn’t want it to end. I felt that the problem which the whole story was about wasn’t coming fast enough. This book is really just a fairy tale and I guess that’s why everything seemed to beautifully finished but I really wanted a cliffhanger.
I give this beauty of a book 4/5 stars and highly recommend you  read it!
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I’m Back!!! (+ Book haul)

Hello! I’m back, and I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long. Stress and other personal things brought me to a very low place and I finally feel well enough to start reading and writing reviews again. I have a ton of books to review and read so stay tuned!Welcome To Nowhere by Elizabeth Laird

What Light by Jay Asher

A Quiet Kind of Thunder by Sara Barnard

These books where sent to me by the lovely, very helpful people over at McMillan Books. 
Barefoot On The Wind by Zoë Marriott

The Last Beginning by Lauren James

Thank you to the adorable kind people over at Walker Books.
The Women in The Walls by Amy Lukavics

This one sounds super interesting, so thank you very much to Simon and Schuster for sending me this as a surprise!
Thank you very much for reading!

Chapter Excerpt from my story Let’s Never Grow Up

This is from Chapter 2 of my story Let’s Never Grow Up. Leave a comment if you want me to upload more or to read more, right now! Just click the link here to see my Wattpad Listing, http://w.tt/1plXJA9

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I didn’t see Peter for four days but this wasn’t worrying. Sometimes he’d be gone for a week and come back bearing gifts through my open window. It was Thursday and I knew he would show when we were to meet up. I took two trains to get here, Neverland. I take the second path to the right and follow it until I see a sign saying “Morning”. Sure enough, there’s a pair of legs dangling from a the big spiraling Oak tree, scuffed jeans and beaten up Converse’s. He’s making a leaf crown whist balancing precariously on the thin branches. The tree reminds me of him, always flying off in different directions, never staying put. Peter eyes me up.

“Wendy.” he says bluntly putting on his leaf crown.

“Peter.” I say trying to imitate him. “Why haven’t you been to school?”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“Come on Peter, don’t be like this.” I say, “To be honest, I think your boys are feeling lost without you, Peter.” I smile.

“Ha ha, very funny.” He frowns at me, “I tried to run away but I didn’t like it so I came home.”

“That’s not fair, you said if you ever went away you’d take me with you.” I glance up at him. “I wonder what Nancy will think.” I giggle. Peter pats the space next to him, obligingly I manoeuvre myself up the tree. Peter holds on to me for the first three times I fell. I perch myself on the branch, letting my legs swing far up above the ground, this almost feels like flying. There’s a squirrel in Peter’s lap eating acorns. I lift one up, “I like this one, it looks so intricate and beautiful.” Peter smiles.

“What did you do this week?” He asks me, playing with a bunch of acorns in his hand, sorting them into rows.

“I went to school, you nut-job.” I laugh.

“Your jokes will be the end of me, Wendy Moira Angela Darling.”

“Either that or your frankly unhealthy consumption of cheesy crisps and snacks.” I tell him, swotting his arm, “Not my jokes.”

He pulls a packet of cheese crackers out of his pocket and pops on in his mouth. “Nah, never ever in Neverland would that happen.”

He traces the scar on the back of my hand. It’s long and goes from my wrist to the bottom of my middle finger. It’s faded into a silvery white but he still knows exactly where it is. “Now, I wonder how this happened?” Peter grins.

“Well, I’ll tell you, being the wonderful storyteller that I am. When I was nine, I met a boy in this exact forest,” I motion to the trees, “There was a boy sitting in this tree, alone, crying.”

“I was not CRYING! I was affected by the high pollen count.” He huffs.

“Anyway, I asked you “Boy, why are you crying.” And then you asked me my name because you didn’t want to tell me what was wrong.”

Peter holds up my hand, “You said, “My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling.””

“Then you asked me if I wanted to sit with you, and I said yes, you tried to help pull me up but I slipped and caught my hand on a sharp branch and it cut me from my wrist up to my middle finger.” I say.

“Then we became friends.” Peter declares putting his arm round my shoulder and awkwardly slapping my back.

“That was the end of uninterrupted sleep and healthy eating.” I slump back against the tree with a dramatic flourish, wiping a fake tear from my eye.

“Hey! I bring much more to the table than that, amazing humor, a handsome and charming sidekick to ward off all of the boys and I make a mean brownie.”

I laugh. “I do agree with the brownie part but the humor and handsomeness, eh, not so much.”

Peter glares at me and then swings down from the branch and hits the ground with a satisfying clunk. He puts his arms up in the air, “Are you coming down, Darling?” I tug on his arms and leap to the floor.

“I’ll see you next week, if not before.” And as if he’s angry, he turns away and walks briskly away from me down the winding forest path.