{"product_id":"whats-coming-to-me-isbn-9781641293358","title":"What's Coming to Me","description":"\u003cb\u003eSeventeen-year-old Minerva Gutiérrez plans revenge on her predatory boss in this equally poignant and thrilling contemporary YA about grief, anger, and fighting for what you deserve, perfect for fans of Tiffany D. Jackson and Erika L. Sánchez.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the seaside town of Nautilus, Minerva Gutiérrez absolutely hates her job at the local ice cream stand, where her sexist boss makes each day worse than the last. But she needs the money: kicked out of school and stranded by her mom's most recent hospitalization, she dreams of escaping her dead-end hometown. When an armed robbery at the ice cream stand stirs up rumors about money hidden on the property, Min teams up with her neighbor CeCe, also desperate for cash, to find it. The bonus? Getting revenge on her boss in the process.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIf Minerva can do things right for once—without dirty cops, suspicious co-workers, and an ill-timed work crush getting in her way—she might have a way out . . . as long as the painful truths she’s been running from don’t catch up to her first.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eWhat's Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA 2023 CBC Teacher Favorites Winner\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFinalist for the Millikin Medal for Excellence in Young Adult Literature\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eNominated for the 2023 ITW Thriller Award for Best Young Adult Novel\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eNominated for the Rhode Island Latino Books Award\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA CrimeReads Best YA Mystery of 2022\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best YA Book of 2022\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of 2022\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA JLG Gold Standard Selection\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Buzzfeed Highly Anticipated Book of Summer\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA We Are Bookish Most Anticipated Book of August\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA CrimeReads Most Anticipated Crime Book of Summer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Scribd Best Book of August\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Apartment Therapy Best Book of August\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “[A] promising debut . . . Padilla adroitly navigates issues of uncertainty, revenge, and sorrow in the straits of late adolescence with her Minerva’s rebellion against a sexist and abusive boss and her search for some beauty and meaning in a life that seems to be coming apart at the seams.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Oprah Daily\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“More than just the experience with her mother’s illness and the passion for the beach, the book is a little bit of all the experiences Padilla has had throughout her life.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Al Día News\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of this summer’s must-read books . . . \u003ci\u003eWhat’s Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e holds nothing back about the heartbreak and confusion of a young girl who seems destined for tragedy and grief in a town that offers nothing to her. In fact, at every turn Minerva faces racism, sexism, and adults whom she cannot trust. This coming-of-age novel is also a thrilling tale of revenge and redemption that is difficult to put down.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—(585) Magazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Padilla’s highly anticipated YA heist story is full of righteous anger about life’s injustices, but it successfully keeps hope alive throughout the thrilling ride.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Scribd\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Padilla has created a character who pierces the reader’s heart by interspersing a miasma of anticipatory grief and anger with scenes that perfectly distill Minerva’s path out of the darkness.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Lovers of flawed and morally gray characters to the front! This genre-blending heist\/coming-of-age novel is trauma-informed and shows how the pressures of systemic inequalities can manifest into self-sabotage. Still, despite the heaviness of some topics, there are moments of fun and humor.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—BookRiot\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Part summer thriller and part coming-of-age, Francesca Padilla’s powerful debut novel offers a nuanced story about a teen fighting for a better life, showing the many shades and struggles of growing up as it depicts life in all its messy authenticity.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Apartment Therapy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Francesca Padilla's writing arrives with enormous integrity and realism: There are no easy solutions to Min's problems . . . [A] well-written and challenging novel.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Kingdom Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Hand this book to readers who like complicated lives, righteous anger, and surprisingly hopeful endings.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Teen Librarian Toolbox\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A magnetic, coming-of-age thriller about grief, class, and trauma . . . Realistic teen characters, hypnotic writing, and an honest portrayal of adolescence make this debut a perfect choice for fans of Sarah Zarr, Tiffany D. Jackson, and Phillippe Diederich.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e, Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “An unflinching depiction of a teenager’s struggle when faced with very adult situations, while feeling like her life is falling apart . . . Fans of the author Laurie Halse Anderson, who wrote the novel \u003ci\u003eSpeak\u003c\/i\u003e (1999), and the ‘Seeds of America’ series (2008 to 2016) should check this book out.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eAdirondack Daily Enterprise\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A moody and suspenseful YA novel about a teen who is deeply hurting . . . Padilla delivers a raw and chaotic portrait of adolescence.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Dominican Writers Association\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Emotionally layered . . . Padilla skillfully balances introspective musings on grief with thrilling mystery and intrigue in this intimate-feeling read.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Raw and unflinching, \u003ci\u003eWhat's Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e is a beautiful story about the uncertainty of adolescence, the burden of grief, and all the ways love can surprise you. I so enjoyed spending time with Minerva Gutiérrez, and Francesca Padilla is a writer to watch.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003cb\u003eBrandy Colbert, award-winning author of\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Voting Booth\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you’re longing for a book that’s gritty (but not exploitative), that’s honest (but not cruel), and that will have you screaming as you turn each page . . . Francesca Padilla’s \u003ci\u003eWhat's Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e is for you. This sharp, realistic noir illuminates the nuanced journey of Minerva, whose anger is always right on the surface. A masterful debut and one hell of a ride.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Mark Oshiro, author of \u003ci\u003eAnger Is a Gift\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Unexpected and suspenseful. \u003ci\u003eWhat’s Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e is a ride fueled by anger and loss, in a car driven by teens who’ve had enough. Padilla has written a gripping story about survival and injustice. About young women taking back what’s owed to them with both hands and without remorse. There be no good girls here—and I’m grateful for that.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Isabel Quintero, author of \u003ci\u003eGabi, A Girl in Pieces\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Propulsive, fearless, and filled with heart-aching revelations, \u003ci\u003eWhat’s Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e is a beautiful debut by a scorching new voice in YA fiction. This is a thrill ride of a coming-of-age story, one that grabbed me by the throat but most of all moved me to the core.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Nova Ren Suma, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Walls Around Us\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“\u003ci\u003eWhat's Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e by Francesca Padilla perfectly evokes the salt air, gasoline and desperation of a seaside town. A vivid and truthful book that delves into grief, denial and finding your way back to yourself.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Alexandra Villasante, award-winning author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Grief Keeper\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nuanced, complex, and deeply emotional, Padilla’s novel skillfully delves into the personal impact of trauma and loss, as well as the damage violence and inequity can inflict on a larger community. The high-stakes narrative, as told by a grieving girl desperate to both flee and find meaning in a place that’s taken so much from her, is equal parts tense, heartbreaking, and ultimately healing. A must-read.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Stephanie Kuehn, author of \u003ci\u003eWe Weren’t Looking to Be Found\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A  delicious story of revenge, unlikely friendships, and claiming your  place in an all-too-unfair world. Francesca Padilla’s brilliant prose  dazzles as Minerva navigates thrilling heists, quiet moments of grief,  and all the sparks of joy in between. Minerva is a triumphant underdog,  and her savviness, wry humor, and perseverance will win your heart.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Angela Velez, author of\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eLulu and Milagro's Search for Clarity\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A class, wage and grief struggle tight as a garrote, Francesca Padilla’s \u003ci\u003eWhat’s Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e is devastating in its familiarity: Where an ice cream shop becomes the world, and all of the people in it.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—K. Ancrum, author of \u003ci\u003eDarling\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Justice and morally gray areas collide in a story of haves and have-nots.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Mindy McGinnis, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Last Laugh\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Unfortunately, there are too many Anthony's in this world whose toxic masculinity goes largely unchecked in a society that makes it difficult for young femmes to speak up about workplace predators, especially when, like Minerva, they are navigating responsibilities that require economic stability for survival. Minerva won't settle for the idea that that's just how things are. Anyone who has had to navigate anger and grief simultaneously while continuing to believe in the promise of tomorrow will root for Minerva's perseverance and determination to get what's coming to her.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Elisabet Velasquez, author of \u003ci\u003eWhen We Make It\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Minerva is all of us. If all of us were smart, cynical, hurt but brilliant young women working for just a little bit of dignity and a little bit of joy in the midst of so much turmoil. I can't imagine a reader who wouldn't fall head over heels for Minerva. Get ready for a journey.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Erika T. Wurth, author of \u003ci\u003eWhite Horse\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“To say I enjoyed it was an understatement . . . You can’t help but feel for Minerva as she wades against a cold, dark tide of things beyond her control. It’s rare that you are able to slip so easily into someone’s difficult emotions and with Minerva, you feel her every step of the way . . . \u003ci\u003eWhat's Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e is a great revenge fantasy against 'that boss' wrapped around a tender grieving heart.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Sarah Nicole Lemon, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eDone Dirt Cheap\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gripping and real. A layered story of grief, justice, and revenge told by an unforgettable narrator.”\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eCaleb Roehrig, author of Last Seen Leaving\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eWhat’s Coming to Me\u003c\/i\u003e is an action-packed novel.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—HipLatina\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Padilla’s debut is an impactful, no-holds-barred exploration of grief and trauma . . . This book takes readers on a beautifully textured journey that combines equal parts coming-of-age novel, heist thriller, and caustic commentary on systemic social inequalities. Despite the seriousness of these themes, when the ending comes, it’s joyful, hopeful, and, above all, earned.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eFrancesca Padilla\u003c\/b\u003e is a Dominican-American fiction writer born and raised in New York City. She is the recipient of a Walter Dean Myers Grant from We Need Diverse Books and holds a BA in Creative Writing from the State University of New York at Purchase College. She lives with her family in Rochester, New York.CHAPTER ONE\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Anthony’s going to kill us.\u003cbr\u003e      For the third time this week, the register is short, and somebody has to tell him about it. It’s been decided that person is me, the newest employee at Duke’s Ice Creamery.\u003cbr\u003e      Everyone else is too busy. One of the other girls, either Jordan or Jamira, sits cross-legged on the sherbet freezer, counting tips. The other finishes up an order for a woman at the window with a fistful of old coupons. Then there’s Eli, who’s the assistant manager and happens to be the only guy, walking back inside from emptying the mop bucket. Which everybody acts like he’s a big hero for doing but in my opinion is still preferable to most tasks, because it takes place away from the counter and the infinite demand of customers. A monster that refuses to stop feeding.\u003cbr\u003e      Somebody turns off the lights inside to hint that we’re closing. My eyes throb, trying to adjust after a double shift’s worth of white fluorescent tubes. I grab the register money in its fat envelope and continue toward Anthony’s office, tucked away in the very back of the ice cream stand.\u003cbr\u003e      On the way, I open the side door and step out. I’m immediately hit with the scent of Nautilus in summer—a mix of grass and dust and air-conditioner exhaust.\u003cbr\u003e      I came out here to procrastinate but also to look for my ride home, which isn’t here yet. I scan the cars in the weedy lot behind Duke’s, even check the picnic tables on one side of the stand, where the coupon woman has split the two-for-one sundaes among a gaggle of children. It’s almost midnight.\u003cbr\u003e      My neighbor CeCe should’ve been here at least fifteen minutes ago. We haven’t been friends that long—in fact, I’m not sure we’re friends now—but she sells weed, meaning she always has some on her, and being in her apartment is better than home.\u003cbr\u003e      Assuming my shift ever ends, how the hell am I supposed to get out of here? I might have to grab one of the last buses or—much worse—walk.\u003cbr\u003e      The envelope is heavy in my hands, the paper thin and smooth from being used so often. The feel and weight of the cash inside is so specific. It’s the most money I’ve ever seen in my life.\u003cbr\u003e      Same as the last time I had to deliver the cash to Anthony, I picture running off with the envelope, leaving Nautilus altogether, and starting over somewhere beautiful and busy. The daydream always evaporates the second I hand it over. Stays just that, a daydream.\u003cbr\u003e      Our boss Anthony calls me “Space Cadet.” But only when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, which is most of the time, he calls me “this one,” like I haven’t been working at the Ice Creamery for an entire six months. I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten my name.\u003cbr\u003e      The thing is, everyone here believes that I’m a space cadet. Sometimes I want to tell them all I read books (trashy ones most recently, but still). That once I stayed up until 3 a.m. googling \u003ci\u003eosmosis\u003c\/i\u003e. That I’m an advanced student.\u003cbr\u003e      \u003ci\u003eWas\u003c\/i\u003e, corrects a nasty little voice in the back of my head. \u003ci\u003eWas\u003c\/i\u003e an advanced student.\u003cbr\u003e      There are only two good things about working at Duke’s Ice Creamery. The first is getting paid in cash; I add as much as possible to an old coffee can I call the “Probable Orphan Fund.” The second is that nobody at Duke’s knows or cares about who I used to be, the Minerva from Before and her fuckups. Eli’s the only one who goes to the same school, but we don’t know each other, and he just graduated.\u003cbr\u003e      So, here, I’m Space Cadet.\u003cbr\u003e      A van comes hurtling around the corner, appearing to pull up to the sidewalk in front of the ice cream stand. I bet we’ll have to take their order, too, even though we already turned the lights off.\u003cbr\u003e      The silver lining is that it’d buy a few more minutes for CeCe to show up.\u003cbr\u003e      “Come \u003ci\u003eon\u003c\/i\u003e,” I hear Jamira shouting to everyone as I step back inside. It turns out she was the one sitting on the freezer. “Just tell them we’re closed.”\u003cbr\u003e      I’d handle it myself—last-minute orders mean higher tips—but I’ve already held on to the envelope too long. I shut the door behind me, finally ready to go to Anthony’s office and tell him the register was off, when somebody screams. I bolt toward the sound.\u003cbr\u003e      This turns out to be a mistake.\u003cbr\u003e      Two people—two \u003ci\u003efigures\u003c\/i\u003e—have managed to hop the counter and get inside. Both are wearing black-and-white cat masks. Both hold long, thin knives.\u003cbr\u003e       “Stop what you’re doing,” says one of the masks. He has a faint lisp, although it might be the cheap plastic.\u003cbr\u003e      I still have the money.\u003cbr\u003e      This is a robbery, and I have the money.\u003cbr\u003e      I tighten my grip on the envelope. Fear pulses through my fingers. It’s like I’m holding a bag of airborne poison, and if I move an inch, it might escape and kill us all, starting with me.\u003cbr\u003e      The two figures stand before the ice cream cake freezer, its display now the main light source. The rest of us have slowly gravitated together to cower by the toppings station.\u003cbr\u003e      “Come on, guys,” Eli starts, but the first robber takes a step forward, pointing his knife’s tip at each of us. He lingers on Eli the longest.\u003cbr\u003e      “I will slice all your pretty faces in two seconds or less,” he says. “Do you want to see?”\u003cbr\u003e      We sink to the tiles.\u003cbr\u003e      “Stay the fuck down,” the other one says, also with a kind of lisp. Has to be the mask. “And do \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e move.”\u003cbr\u003e      My eyes, now fully used to the dark, return to the floor and the graveyard of items left behind by Eli’s mop: a toothpick, a shrunken hair tie, flattened sprinkles like confetti from a long-dead party.\u003cbr\u003e      “Hey,” blurts one of the robbers, “she’s got something there.”\u003cbr\u003e      The other mask tilts in my direction. “Give it here.” \u003cbr\u003e      Time actually stops while I hand over the envelope. Outside, moths bounce against the awning. In the light of the cake freezer, I sneak a look at my coworkers. Eli’s face is pale and stony, his glasses smudged and glaring. Jordan and Jamira clutch each other and sob—they’ve styled themselves similarly tonight, in perfect winged eyeliner and high ponytails spilling out above their Duke’s visors. Jamira is Afro-Honduran-Columbian, and Jordan is some kind of white, but they look related. Even their tears are stunning.\u003cbr\u003e      “Okay now,” one of the robbers calls out, like we’re all just little kids misbehaving, “there won’t be any problems at \u003ci\u003eall\u003c\/i\u003e if you just \u003ci\u003elisten\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e      They tell one of us to open the cash register and the rest to keep our heads down. Nobody explains that the cash register is empty and that the robbers already have its contents in the envelope. I shift my focus to my feet, my white sneakers and socks that sometimes make me feel more innocent than I am. I suck in my breath and try to erase myself from the moment—pretty easy after all the practice I’ve had this past year.\u003cbr\u003e      The cash register opens. The till lifts.\u003cbr\u003e      I brave another look. The envelope I was just holding changes hands, knives still out. One of the robbers counts the envelope money while the other taps his non-knife hand against his thigh. I make out white fingers and wrists. Their clothing is dark and heavy despite the heat.\u003cbr\u003e      “Where’s your boss?” one asks.\u003cbr\u003e      Eli’s the one who answers. “He should be back there.”\u003cbr\u003e      “\u003ci\u003eShould be?\u003c\/i\u003e That’s not what I fucking asked.”\u003cbr\u003e      “I mean, I thought he was.” Eli falters and turns to me. “Min? Weren’t you just back there?”\u003cbr\u003e      Foolish kid, thinking I’ve been gone this whole time doing my job. This might also be the most Eli’s ever spoken to me. While he’s never been mean, he’s never been anything else to me, either.\u003cbr\u003e      “I don’t— I didn’t—” I shake my head at him, then at the knives, then at the masks behind them.\u003cbr\u003e      “Leave. All of you.”\u003cbr\u003e      Nobody needs to be told twice. We spill out the side door and scatter into the night, which has broken into a sloppy drizzle. I cut through the lot to the sidewalk on the other side. My heart beats so hard I can feel it in my legs as I run for my life.\u003cbr\u003e      A car engine starts. Then another.\u003cbr\u003e      Somewhere close to my ear and across the ocean at the same time, there’s muffled crying.\u003cbr\u003e      What about the coupon woman and all those kids?\u003cbr\u003e      And what happened to my ride?\u003cbr\u003e      I can’t think about any of that. All I can do is run, a task I actually understand. Run and keep running until the blood—my heartbeat—is the only sound left in the world.","brand":"Soho Teen","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44861897375973,"sku":"NP9781641293358","price":18.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781641293358.jpg?v=1742916303","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/whats-coming-to-me-isbn-9781641293358","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}