Lucy in the Sky by Anonymous (English) Paperback Book

Description: Lucy in the Sky by Anonymous A riveting first-person tale of addiction, in the tradition of "Go Ask Alice" and "Jays Journal" The author of this diary began journaling on her 16th birthday. She lived in an upper middle class neighborhood in Santa Monica with her mom, dad, and Berkeley-bound older brother. She was a good girl, living a good life, but one party changed everything. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description A riveting first-person tale of addiction, in the tradition of Go Ask Alice and Jays Journal. The author of this diary began journaling on her sixteenth birthday. She lived in an upper middle class neighborhood in Santa Monica with her mom, dad, and Berkeley-bound older brother. She was a good girl, living a good life...but one party changed everything. One party, where she took one taste--and liked it. Really liked it.Social drinking and drugging lead to more, faster, harder... She convinced herself that she was no different from anyone else who liked to party. But the evidence indicates otherwise: Soon she was she hanging out with an edgy crowd, blowing off school and everything she used to care about, all to find her next high.But what goes up must come down, and everything--from her first swig, to her last breath--is chronicled in the diary she left behind. Author Biography Anonymous could be anyone you know. Review "Chronicles a frighteningly realistic portrait of adolescent addiction." --"VOYA" Review Quote "...this quick read will especially appeal to reluctant readers and Ellen Hopkinss fans. " --SLJ Excerpt from Book Lucy in the Sky July 4 Dear Diary, Thats ridiculous. Who writes "Dear Diary" in a diary? I mean, who writes in a diary at all? Shouldnt I be blogging? This is lame. July 5 Okay, so this isnt going to be a diary. Its a journal. I guess thats the same thing, but "journal" sounds less like Im riding a tricycle or something. Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 16. Its so weird sharing a birthday with your country. Always fireworks: never for you. Mom always plans an actual birthday dinner--usually the Saturday night after July 4th so that I can have a day where we celebrate just for me. Its fun, kinda like having two birthdays in the same week. Were not big July 4th celebrators ... celebrators? Celebrants? People. Whatever--were not big on July 4th. Usually in the afternoon we have friends from school over and walk down to the beach to play volleyball. There are lots of nets at the beach just down the hill, then we haul ourselves back up the canyon to our house for a cookout in the evening. My brother, Cam, invites his friends from the varsity soccer team. Mom gets my favorite cake (the one with the berries in it). After we gorge on grilled meat and birthday cake, we all crowd onto the balcony outside my parents bedroom and watch the fireworks down the coast. You can see the display at the pier really well, and the ones in the cities just up the coast shoot off too. Last year Cam (nobody calls him Cameron except Mom) climbed onto the roof from the front porch so he could get a better view, but Mom freaked and said, CAMERON! Get. Down. This. Instant. Moms big on safety. I got a lot of cool presents yesterday. Mom got me the swimsuit I tried on at the mall last week. Its a really cute two-piece with boy shorts, and this fun, twisty top. Dads present to me was that hes taking me to get my license this week. Ive been practicing with him in the parking lot near his office at the college. He gave me a coupon for one "Full Day with Dad." On the back it says, "Good for one driving test at the DMV, followed by a celebratory meal at the restaurant of holders choosing, and a $100 shopping spree/gift card to store of choice." He made it himself out of red construction paper and drew this funny little stick figure on the front. Its supposed to be him. He draws curly hair on the sides of the round head so the little man is bald on top like he is. The coupon is sort of cheesy, but so is my dad. I think its funny. And cute. Cam got me this journal. Weve been going to this yoga class together, and the teacher is this woman named Marty with bright eyes who talks about her birds a lot. She told us to get a journal and spend a few minutes each day writing down our thoughts and feelings. I just looked back at everything Ive written, and its mainly thoughts. Not very many feelings. Im not sure how I feel right now. I mean, I guess I feel fine? Happy? No, just fine. I feel fine. I also feel like people who have birds are sort of weird. July 6 Its funny that Cam bought me this journal. Its one of those things I would never have bought for myself but secretly wanted. I dont know how he knows that stuff. I guess thats what older brothers are supposed to do: read your mind. I mean, who actually goes out and tries the stuff that their yoga teacher says to do outside of class? Cam got way into yoga last summer when he had a crush on this exchange student from England named Briony--like Brian with a y. (Really? Who names their kid that?) Anyway, she wouldnt give Cam the time of day, so when he found out that she went to this yoga class, he started going to the same one. He bought a mat and this little bag to carry it in and just happened to show up in her class like, Oh my God! Wow! What a coincidence. Briony never went out with him. I didnt even know shed gone back to London until I was teasing him about how he should be glad Briony didnt do something like synchronized swimming. He was like, Briony moved back to London right after school got out. I asked him why he was still going to yoga, and he said he really liked it. And he said I should come. Im not sure why I did, really. I guess I was just bored last summer. But now we go to yoga together. Its this really great studio a block off the Promenade, and they run it on donations. You just pay what you can or what you think the class is worth. I didnt think Id like it at first. It was hard, and I got sweaty and slipped on my mat and couldnt do any of the poses. But I sorta like spending time with Cam. Who am I writing that to? Its not like anyone is reading this but me. This is exactly how it feels when Grams asks me to pray over dinner. I feel like Im saying all this stuff that is bouncing back at me off the ceiling and landing in the spinach salad. Cam probably didnt have to read my mind about wanting a journal at all. Hes really smart. His early acceptance letter to this great college up north came last week. Hes going to be a biochem major, which just makes me want to lie down on the floor and curl up in a ball. Hes a brainiac. And on top of it hes nice and enthusiastic--which has a tendency to be dangerous. Last semester Mom was always telling me to ask Cam for help with my geometry homework. I did, but instead of telling me what to do, Cam always talks and talks and talks. Its like he knows so much about stuff and likes math so much that he has to say it all instead of just the answer. I stopped asking questions. It sort of annoyed me. Just did it myself, and didnt really understand it. I got a C in geometry. Youd have thought Id flown a plane into a building. (Thats bad to say, I guess. I mean, I know people died and everything, but it was a really long time ago.) Dad came unglued. Hes the chairman of the music department at the college where he works. He made me sign up for tutoring this summer with a student that his friend in the math department recommended. Our session starts in a few minutes. I was relieved when Nathan showed up the first time. I was afraid Id get stuck with some weird math girl. Nathan is a freshman. Hes from Nebraska and has brown hair thats cut short. He works out a lot, and he wears these polo shirts with sleeves that are tight right around his biceps. I just stare at his arms a lot instead of listening when hes trying to help me find the answer. I wish somebody would just tell me the answer. Nathans here. Gotta go. Later ... OMG. I TOTALLY JUST INVITED NATHAN TO MY BIRTHDAY DINNER. OMG OMG OMG OMG And He Said YES! This is totally crazy. I cant believe I actually said the words out loud. I didnt mean to. We were just sitting at the dining room table and he was talking about the hypotenuse of a right angle, and while he was looking at the protractor he was using to draw lines, I was staring at the lines of his jaw and noticed that they were almost a right angle, and the hypotenuse of the right angle of his jaw was this line in his cheek with a dimple in the middle that he gets when he smiles, and then I heard myself saying, You should come to my birthday dinner on Saturday, and then I realized that Mom was looking RIGHT AT ME like my hair was on fire, and I realized that Id just invited an 18-year-old over for dinner in FRONT OF MY MOTHER. OMG. I just wanted to CRAWL UNDER THE TABLE. But he stopped with his pencil stuck into the protractor and looked up, and then glanced over at Mom like he was looking to see if shed heard, and she smiled at him, sort of weakly. I guess he took that to mean that it was okay with her cause he looked me right in the eye and said, Sure. Thatd be fun. Now look at this triangle. I tried to look at the triangle for the rest of the half hour, but I have no idea what he was saying. When he left, I walked him to the door, and Mom said, Nathan, come by around 7:30. He said, Sure thing, and you can call me Nate. He waved at me before he got in his pickup truck and said, See you this weekend. Then, he drove away. Just like that. I went running back up to my bedroom and buried my head in my pillow and did one of those silent screams where you just breathe out really hard, but with no sound; its sort of a soft roar, but the excitement on the inside of me made it feel like my head would explode. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and I took a couple of deep breaths and then I remembered what Marty said in yoga this morning about trying to meditate and how to focus on the breath, so I sat down on the floor and crossed my legs like Marty does in front of class, and I closed my eyes and took really deep breaths and tried not to think about Nate. I could do it for about 5 breaths at a time, but then Id see that line with the dimple in it behind my eyelids, and then the rest of his right-angle jaw would appear and Id see a triangle fill in the space on his face. I mean, its really no big deal. My dad is two years older than my mom. Nates only 18, and Im 16, and its not like Details ISBN1442451858 Author Anonymous Short Title LUCY IN THE SKY Audience Age 14-17 Language English ISBN-10 1442451858 ISBN-13 9781442451858 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Residence US Series Anonymous Diaries Year 2012 Publication Date 2012-05-01 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2012-05-01 NZ Release Date 2012-05-01 US Release Date 2012-05-01 UK Release Date 2012-05-01 Pages 288 Publisher Simon & Schuster Imprint Simon & Schuster Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:45342364;

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