Justice for Jenna
I'm being reviewed. I am biting my nails and drumming my fingers in anticipation of the reviews. I didn't know that I had the capacity to be deathly afraid and insanely ecstatic all at once. I am. I so am. I cannot believe how many people have stated that they enjoy my work already. I am waiting, waiting, waiting to see what others think. This is going to be a long week.
Here is the book synopsis:
I’ve
been a b****. I know this. It’s not something that I’m particularly
proud of and it’s not something that I had intended to stop being. At
least, I hadn’t until recently. I got what older people call “a taste of
my own medicine.” I don’t think I deserved that taste. I have lived
through a disgustingly dirty sea of pain and horror. I wanted others to
feel that pain, know that fear. People would understand better if they
knew my story. Sable probably wouldn’t care after everything that I did
to her, everything I put her through. I wish I would’ve had the courage
to let her know what was going on, instead of being the coward I was and
giving her a glimpse of my pain.
I am Jenna Nielson Turner. I am the daughter of an abusive, alcoholic mother and the product of a sexual assault or so I’m told. If that wasn’t enough, add to it one of the members of the faculty here at Boardan High School believes I am to be his personal love slave until I graduate. So, yeah, I’m a b****, but I have some pretty good reasons to be. Being that person helps me cope with the hell that is my world, not just my d*** life.
Is it possible for one that has this as the introduction to their "Who am I?" essay to be open to love and be loved? Will she be able to except what is necessary for her to change? Or will she allow the surprises that come into her pathway to be the needed excuse to be just who she describes?
I am Jenna Nielson Turner. I am the daughter of an abusive, alcoholic mother and the product of a sexual assault or so I’m told. If that wasn’t enough, add to it one of the members of the faculty here at Boardan High School believes I am to be his personal love slave until I graduate. So, yeah, I’m a b****, but I have some pretty good reasons to be. Being that person helps me cope with the hell that is my world, not just my d*** life.
Is it possible for one that has this as the introduction to their "Who am I?" essay to be open to love and be loved? Will she be able to except what is necessary for her to change? Or will she allow the surprises that come into her pathway to be the needed excuse to be just who she describes?
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Tour Date Sign-Ups:
October 6:
Kitty Grimm
October 10:
Breezy Book Blog (Breigh Forstner)
Kylie's Fiction Addiction (Kylie Frankel)
Sarah's Book Shelf (Sarah Stull)
Justine Gauckler
October 14:
Ella Gram
October 15:
Samantha Sutherland
The Book Fairy's Review (Lissette)
October 16:
A Closet Full of Books (Samaris Creech)
October 17:
Willow's Author Love (Nicole Dunton)
Jessica Cassidy
Shelly's Books (Shelly Thomas)
I am ever so grateful to each and every one of the people that has taken the time to read and review my work. You are truly appreciated for your time and support.
Thank you so much,
Isa*
The teasers:
Also available: Singling Out Sable for $.99
