by Kim Streible
Genre: Young Adult
— SYNOPSIS —
"The journey to womanhood is different for every girl."
In this diverse and heart-wrenching debut novel that begins in the rural country of Kentucky in 1978, two sisters create a childhood for themselves among a dark reality they cannot escape. It's a sweeping journey of two lives forever entwined in common experience and love.
Kathleen spent the first nine years of her life lost, when the death of her infant brother led her parents into a spiraling void of grief. When Lucy was born, she was life itself. For Kathleen, Lucy was more of a child, than a younger sister. Caring for her gave Kathleen's life meaning, opening her to a new world of love and trust. When a series of tragic events separates them, each embark on their own path. Kathleen desperate to find her sister, and Lucy learning to exist in an unforgiving world without her sister to protect her.
Author Kim Streible crafts a moving coming-of-age journey about sisterhood, the tribulations of relationships and lasting love.
For more information: www.ancientsummer.com
Genre: Young Adult
— SYNOPSIS —
"The journey to womanhood is different for every girl."
In this diverse and heart-wrenching debut novel that begins in the rural country of Kentucky in 1978, two sisters create a childhood for themselves among a dark reality they cannot escape. It's a sweeping journey of two lives forever entwined in common experience and love.
Kathleen spent the first nine years of her life lost, when the death of her infant brother led her parents into a spiraling void of grief. When Lucy was born, she was life itself. For Kathleen, Lucy was more of a child, than a younger sister. Caring for her gave Kathleen's life meaning, opening her to a new world of love and trust. When a series of tragic events separates them, each embark on their own path. Kathleen desperate to find her sister, and Lucy learning to exist in an unforgiving world without her sister to protect her.
Author Kim Streible crafts a moving coming-of-age journey about sisterhood, the tribulations of relationships and lasting love.
For more information: www.ancientsummer.com
— PURCHASE —
"Kathleen had wished for a different mother and father so many times. She’d even prayed for them to come and take her away, but instead, she got Lucy. She’d never even imagined having a sister. As it turned out, it was better than having new parents."
— EXCERPT —
Lucy turned away from the window and came to the edge of Kathleen’s bed. “Did Grandma Janie go to heaven?”
“I don’t know,” Kathleen said. “Probably.”
Lucy furrowed her eyebrows. “How do you know if you were good enough to go to heaven and not hell?”
“I don’t think there is a hell.” People seemed so much better at punishing themselves. Kathleen couldn’t figure a reason for a hell.
“Where do bad people go then?”
Kathleen shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe they just die. They lie in the dark, worms all around them and they decay and just, don’t exist anymore.”
“Don’t scare me,” Lucy said.
“I’m not.”
“Kathleen, please don’t lie.”
She shut her book. “I’m not. I’m not really sure. Some people believe in heaven, some people believe in nothing. Some people believe that you live on, that you are like energy and the energy just travels on to somewhere else, like maybe to the sea, or a flower. And some people think that they just linger around.”
“Their souls?” Lucy asked.
“Yeah, their spirits, like shadows behind a curtain. They are faint, but they’re still there.”
“Oh.” Lucy curled her fingers around the edge of the bed frame. “What do you believe?”
“I hope that we get to come back and be something wonderful.”
Lucy twisted her feet. “I’d be a butterfly.”
Kathleen smiled. “Yeah? They are pretty.”
“And they can fly.” Lucy walked around the bedpost and pulled herself onto the end of Kathleen’s bed. “What would you be?”
“Something eternal.”
“What’s internal mean?”
Kathleen laughed. “Not internal, eternal. It means something that goes on forever.” Kathleen crossed her legs, sitting Indian style on the bed, holding the book in her lap. “I know what I’d be,” she added, “a moonbeam.”
“A moonbeam? Would that be good?” Lucy asked.
“Sure,” Kathleen replied. “You cast down every night all over the world, people stand and look up at you from every point of the Earth. They dream of your mysteries, they tell you all of their wishes. They think you’re beautiful.” She looked at Lucy. “And you’d be part of the constellations.”
“What’s constetrations?”
“Stars.”
“Oh,” Lucy said. “Kathleen?”
“Yeah?”
Lucy looked at her. “If I’m a butterfly and you’re a moonbeam, then we get to see each other every night right?”
She smiled. “We sure would.”
“I don’t know,” Kathleen said. “Probably.”
Lucy furrowed her eyebrows. “How do you know if you were good enough to go to heaven and not hell?”
“I don’t think there is a hell.” People seemed so much better at punishing themselves. Kathleen couldn’t figure a reason for a hell.
“Where do bad people go then?”
Kathleen shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe they just die. They lie in the dark, worms all around them and they decay and just, don’t exist anymore.”
“Don’t scare me,” Lucy said.
“I’m not.”
“Kathleen, please don’t lie.”
She shut her book. “I’m not. I’m not really sure. Some people believe in heaven, some people believe in nothing. Some people believe that you live on, that you are like energy and the energy just travels on to somewhere else, like maybe to the sea, or a flower. And some people think that they just linger around.”
“Their souls?” Lucy asked.
“Yeah, their spirits, like shadows behind a curtain. They are faint, but they’re still there.”
“Oh.” Lucy curled her fingers around the edge of the bed frame. “What do you believe?”
“I hope that we get to come back and be something wonderful.”
Lucy twisted her feet. “I’d be a butterfly.”
Kathleen smiled. “Yeah? They are pretty.”
“And they can fly.” Lucy walked around the bedpost and pulled herself onto the end of Kathleen’s bed. “What would you be?”
“Something eternal.”
“What’s internal mean?”
Kathleen laughed. “Not internal, eternal. It means something that goes on forever.” Kathleen crossed her legs, sitting Indian style on the bed, holding the book in her lap. “I know what I’d be,” she added, “a moonbeam.”
“A moonbeam? Would that be good?” Lucy asked.
“Sure,” Kathleen replied. “You cast down every night all over the world, people stand and look up at you from every point of the Earth. They dream of your mysteries, they tell you all of their wishes. They think you’re beautiful.” She looked at Lucy. “And you’d be part of the constellations.”
“What’s constetrations?”
“Stars.”
“Oh,” Lucy said. “Kathleen?”
“Yeah?”
Lucy looked at her. “If I’m a butterfly and you’re a moonbeam, then we get to see each other every night right?”
She smiled. “We sure would.”
— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —
Kim Streible grew up with a healthy love of books, music and movies. The telling of stories fascinated her. She has a current obsession with the band, The Pretty Reckless and has become increasingly nervous at the happenings on the Walking Dead. When she isn't writing, you might find her pinning Batman and other goodies on Pinterest. She has authored over eight novels, including the steamy romance series Desert Pleasures, just published under the pseudonym, Zoe Blackwood.
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