YA
author, Patty Blount, is back with another novel that addresses one
of today’s most pressing issues facing today's youth. SOME BOYS is
a gutwrenching and
edgy love story told from alternating points of view that's perfect
for fans of Simone Elkeles and Katie McGarry.
"SOME
BOYS belongs in every YA
collection." - School
Library Journal
"5
stars. Very well-deserved! This book did quite a number on me -
unlike most books (contemporary or not), this one made me FEEL, and
feel really strongly." - The
Eater of Books
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About
SOME BOYS:
Some Boys
go too far. Some Boys will break your heart. But One Boy can make you
whole.
Seventeen-year-old
lacrosse player Ian Russell—sidelined by a concussion—is
sentenced to spend spring break scrubbing out lockers. It’s bad
enough when Ian discovers his partner for the week is Grace Collier,
the girl who claims his best friend raped her at a party in the woods
a few weeks ago. But what sucks most of all is that he used to have a
thing for Grace… before Zac MacMahon got to her first.
Grace wants
to crawl into one of the lockers and die. Ian was the only reason
Grace even bothered to go that stupid party, but he never showed up.
Not until… after. Suddenly, someone was shaking her awake. The last
thing she remembers is the expression on Zac’s face. But Zac told
the entire school the sex was consensual and posted a video on
Facebook to prove it. Her best friends have abandoned her and even
her parents aren’t too sure.
But Ian and
Grace surprise each other. He never disrespects her, and she even
helps him when a dizzy spell hits. Ian still likes Grace with her
bad-ass style. Unlike the rest of the school, who has rejected Grace,
calling her a slut and a liar, Ian is funny and kind with secrets of
his own. But how do you trust the best friend of the boy who raped
you? How do you challenge your best friend and call him a liar? How
do you believe in love?
About
Patty Blount:
In
addition to writing novels for teens, Patty
Blount writes technical
information for a computer company. Her first novel, Send,
was inspired after a manager suggested she learn more about social
networks. A short version of that same novel finished in the top ten
of the Writer's Digest 79th Annual Writing Competition. She is also
the author of the young adult book, TMI.
She lives on Long Island with her family. Visit her at
pattyblount.com.
First Kiss
He tugs me closer. “How are you gonna hurt me when I’ve got your hands trapped?”
I go completely still. Ian Russell is holding my hands. Ian Russell is holding my hands. And there’s no pressure in my chest, and I haven’t warped back in time to the moment when I knew I
couldn’t stop Zac from taking what he wanted from me. Jesus, a boy is
touching me, and it’s kind of okay. And for maybe the first time in
forty days, I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” He looks at me sideways.
“Glad
you asked.” I grin. Since he’s on the floor and I’m not, all it takes
is a simple shift of my weight, and a second later I’ve broken out of
his hold and have him pinned.
“Impressive. Ow. Very impressive. Ow. I’ll applaud once you let me go.”
“Stop crying.”
“I will when you let me go.”
I should probably let him go.
But I don’t.
My
heart’s racing from the power trip of taking Ian down, or maybe it’s
just because I’m so close to him and thought this was over for me. His
muscles go lax. He stops struggling, and I don’t let go. I want to
freeze this moment and keep it—keep him—forever. Slowly he leans in
closer and closer, and I still don’t let go. His eyes drop to my mouth,
and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. I think he wants to kiss me,
and damn it, I want him to—I want him to so badly I almost cry, so I
don’t let go. Closer, closer, and his eyes shut, and his head tilts. And
I don’t let go. His lips touch mine, and he kisses me like it
matters—like I matter—and oh, my God, it’s amazing. He’s amazing,
and I don’t let go. And then the steel door on the floor below us
screeches open, and Ian goes tense, his eyes darting to the stairs at
the far end of the hall. And it hits me.
Ian doesn’t want anyone to see him with the school slut.
So I break our No Zac agreement. “You wanna know why I didn’t fight off Zac? Because I was unconscious.”
Ian’s eyes snap to mine and then away, but it’s too late. I already saw the disgust in them.
This is when I let him go.
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