My
father pays heaps of money for doctors at the Norfolk
Psychiatric Center to fix me. I’ve spent six months of my prime teenage
years at this residential facility – a place for teenagers who’ve gone
mental.
That’s me. Mental.
Just when I begin to feel
myself fade away, a boy with a wolfish smile and mischievous eyes reels
me in. Julian is broken too, but he believes in me enough for the both
of us. Through him, I begin to experience this thing called hope.
Doctors can’t fix me, my parents can’t either, but maybe it’s not me who
needs fixing.
After all, mental is only a state of mind. It all depends on who’s doing the thinking.
If
my name weren't enough to doom me to nerdville, my love of all things
dark and weird would. Inspired by stories of hope
and perseverance throughout history, in my own life, and in the lives
of people I know, I strive to write authentic YA fiction for the oddball
in all of us.
I want to make people think deeply, feel wholly, and laugh and cry, just as I have.
I'm no stranger to tricky topics such as LGBTQ issues, adoption, disabilities, and mental illness, and I hope you come to love my characters as much as I do.
I want to make people think deeply, feel wholly, and laugh and cry, just as I have.
I'm no stranger to tricky topics such as LGBTQ issues, adoption, disabilities, and mental illness, and I hope you come to love my characters as much as I do.
Sounds like an awesome read! I know for sure that I will want to review this one.
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