{"product_id":"girl-in-pieces-isbn-9781101934746","title":"Girl in Pieces","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eA haunting, beautiful, and necessary book.\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003eNicola Yoon\u003ci\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003eCharlotte Davis is in pieces. At seventeen she’s already lost more than most people do in a lifetime. But she’s learned how to forget. The broken glass washes away the sorrow until there is nothing but calm. You don’t have to think about your father and the river. Your best friend, who is gone forever. Or your mother, who has nothing left to give you. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEvery new scar hardens Charlie’s heart just a little more, yet it still hurts so much. It hurts enough to not care anymore, which is sometimes what has to happen before you can find your way back from the edge. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA deeply moving portrait of a girl in a world that owes her nothing, and has taken so much, and the journey she undergoes to put herself back together. Kathleen Glasgow's debut is heartbreakingly real and unflinchingly honest. It’s a story you won’t be able to look away from.\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAnd don’t miss Kathleen Glasgow's novels \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eYou’d Be Home Now \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eand \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eHow to Make Friends with the Dark\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e, both raw and powerful stories of life.\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller\u003cbr\u003e An Amelia Bloomer Project Award Selection\u003cbr\u003e A New York Public Library Best Book for Teens\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eGirl, Interrupted \u003c\/i\u003emeets \u003ci\u003eSpeak\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eRefinery29\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A \u003cb\u003edark yet powerful\u003c\/b\u003e read.”—\u003ci\u003ePaste Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “One of the \u003cb\u003emost affecting\u003c\/b\u003e novels we have read.”—Goop\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eBreathtaking\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003ebeautifully written\u003c\/b\u003e.”—Bustle\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eIntimate and gritty.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eThe Irish Times\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eA haunting, beautiful, and necessary book that will stay with you long after you've read the last page.\u003c\/b\u003e\" —Nicola Yoon, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"\u003cb\u003eEqual parts keen-eyed empathy, stark candor, and terrible beauty. This book is why we read stories\u003c\/b\u003e: to experience what it's like to survive the unsurvivable; to find light in the darkest night.\"-Jeff Zentner, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Serpent King\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"\u003cb\u003eRaw, visceral, and starkly beautiful\u003c\/b\u003e, with writing that is at times transcendent in its brilliance. . . . An unforgettable story of trauma and resilience.\"--Kerry Kletter, author of \u003ci\u003eThe First Time She Drowned\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"\u003cb\u003eA breathtakingly written book about pain and hard-won healing\u003c\/b\u003e . . . I want every girl to read \u003ci\u003eGirl In Pieces\u003c\/i\u003e.\"-Kara Thomas, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Darkest Corners \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e The Cheerleaders\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eGirl, Interrupted\u003c\/i\u003e for a new generation\u003c\/b\u003e….The story of the mad girl is ultimately a story about being a girl in a mad world, how it breaks us into pieces and how we glue ourselves back together.\"—Melissa Febos, author of \u003ci\u003eWhip Smart\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eAbandon Me\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eDark, frank, and tender,\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003eGirl in Pieces\u003c\/i\u003e keeps the reader electrified for its entire journey. You’re so uncertain if Charlie will heal, so fully immerse\u003ci\u003ed\u003c\/i\u003e in hoping she does.”—Michelle Wildgen, author of \u003ci\u003eBread and Butter \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eYou’re Not You\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"\u003ci\u003eGirl in Pieces\u003c\/i\u003e has the breath of life; every character in it is fully alive. \u003cb\u003eCharlie Davis' complexities are drawn with great understanding and subtlety.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-Charles Baxter, author of National Book Award finalist \u003ci\u003eThe Feast of Love\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Charlie Davis has been damaged and abused after several years of living on the streets, but she is fiercely resilient.  Though it will appeal to readers of Ellen Foster, \u003ci\u003eSpeak\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eGirl, Interrupted\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eGirl in Pieces\u003c\/i\u003e is \u003cb\u003ean entirely original work, compulsively readable and deeply human.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-Julie Schumacher, author the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eDear Committee Members\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e★ \u003ci\u003e\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eIn Glasgow’s riveting debut novel, readers are pulled close to Charlie’s raw, authentic emotions\u003c\/b\u003e as she strains to make a jagged path through her new life. Love and trust prove difficult, and Charlie’s judgment is not well honed, \u003cb\u003ebut her will to survive is glorious.\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003ci\u003e—Booklist, \u003c\/i\u003eStarred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ★ \"[Readers] will find themselves driven to see Charlie’s story through. They will better understand a world that often makes no sense to outsiders. \u003cb\u003eGlasgow’s debut novel is a dark read, but the engaging writing will win\u003c\/b\u003e an audience for [Glasgow].\"-\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"\u003cb\u003eHeartbreaking and thick with emotion\u003c\/b\u003e,...[\u003ci\u003eGirl in Pieces\u003c\/i\u003e is] \u003cb\u003efor avid fans of Jennifer Niven’s \u003ci\u003eAll the Bright Places\u003c\/i\u003e or Susanna Kaysen’s \u003ci\u003eGirl Interrupted\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003eKathleen Glasgow is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eGirl in Pieces\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHow to Make Friends with the Dark\u003c\/i\u003e. She lives and writes in Tucson, Arizona. To learn  more about Kathleen and her writing, visit her website,  kathleenglasgowbooks.com, or follow @kathglasgow on Twitter and  @misskathleenglasgow on Instagram. \u003cbr\u003e ONE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI can never win with this body I live in.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e —Belly, “Star”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ***\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e LIKE A BABY HARP SEAL, I’M ALL WHITE. MY FOREARMS are thickly bandaged, heavy as clubs. My thighs are wrapped tightly, too; white gauze peeks out from the shorts Nurse Ava pulled from the lost and found box behind the nurses’ station.\u003cbr\u003e    Like an orphan, I came here with no clothes. Like an orphan, I was wrapped in a bedsheet and left on the lawn of Regions Hospital in the freezing sleet and snow, blood seeping through the flowered sheet.\u003cbr\u003e    The security guard who found me was bathed in menthol cigarettes and the flat stink of machine coffee. There was a curly forest of white hair inside his nostrils.\u003cbr\u003e    He said, “Holy Mother of God, girl, what’s been done to you?”\u003cbr\u003e    My mother didn’t come to claim me.\u003cbr\u003e    But: I remember the stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, like someone spilled the shaker against very dark cloth.\u003cbr\u003e    That mattered to me, their accidental beauty. The last thing I thought I might see before I died on the cold, wet grass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ***\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e THE GIRLS HERE, THEY TRY TO GET ME TO TALK. They want to know \u003ci\u003eWhat’s your story, morning glory? Tell me your tale, snail. \u003c\/i\u003eI hear their stories every day in Group, at lunch, in Crafts, at breakfast, at dinner, on and on. These words that spill from them, black memories, they can’t stop. Their stories are eating them alive, turning them inside out. They cannot stop talking.\u003cbr\u003e    I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ***\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I ROOM WITH LOUISA. LOUISA IS OLDER AND HER HAIR IS like a red-and-gold noisy ocean down her back. There’s so much of it, she can’t even keep it in with braids or buns or scrunchies. Her hair smells like strawberries; she smells better than any girl I’ve ever known. I could breathe her in forever.\u003cbr\u003e    My first night here, when she lifted her blouse to change for bed, in the moment before that crazy hair fell over her body like a protective cape, I saw them, all of them, and I sucked my breath in hard.\u003cbr\u003e   She said, “Don’t be scared, little one.”\u003cbr\u003e   I wasn’t scared. I’d just never seen a girl with skin like mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ***\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e EVERY MOMENT IS SPOKEN FOR. WE ARE UP AT SIX o’clock. We are drinking lukewarm coffee or watered-down juice by six forty-five. We have thirty minutes to scrape cream cheese on cardboardy bagels, or shove pale eggs in our mouths, or swallow lumpy oatmeal. At seven fifteen we can shower in our rooms. There are no doors on our showers and I don’t know what the bathroom mirrors are, but they’re not glass, and your face looks cloudy and lost when you brush your teeth or comb your hair. If you want to shave your legs, a nurse or an orderly has to be present, but no one wants that, and so our legs are like hairy-boy legs. By eight-thirty we’re in Group and that’s when the stories spill, and the tears spill, and some girls yell and some girls groan, but I just sit, sit, and that awful older girl, Blue, with the bad teeth, every day, she says, \u003ci\u003eWill you talk today, Silent Sue? I’d like to hear from Silent Sue today, wouldn’t you, Casper?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Casper tells her to knock it off. Casper tells us to breathe, to make accordions by spreading our arms way, way out, and then pushing in, in, in, and then pulling out, out, out, and don’t we feel better when we just breathe? Meds come after Group, then Quiet, then lunch, then Crafts, then Individual, which is when you sit with your doctor and cry some more, and then at five o’clock there’s dinner, which is more not-hot food, and more Blue: \u003ci\u003eDo you like macaroni and cheese, Silent Sue? When you getting those bandages off, Sue? \u003c\/i\u003eAnd then Entertainment.\u003cbr\u003e After Entertainment, there is Phone Call, and more crying.\u003cbr\u003e And then it’s nine p.m. and more meds and then it’s bed. The girls piss and hiss about the schedule, the food, Group, the meds, everything, but I don’t care. There’s food, and a bed, and it’s warm, and I am inside, and I am safe.\u003cbr\u003e    My name is not Sue. \u003cbr\u003e ***\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e JEN S. IS A NICKER: SHORT, TWIGLIKE SCARS RUN UP AND down her arms and legs. She wears shiny athletic shorts; she’s taller than anyone, except Doc Dooley. She dribbles an invisible basketball up and down the beige hallway. She shoots at an invisible hoop. Francie is a human pincushion. She pokes her skin with knitting needles, sticks, pins, whatever she can find. She has angry eyes and she spits on the floor. Sasha is a fat girl full of water: she cries in Group, she cries at meals, she cries in her room. She’ll never be drained. She’s a plain cutter: faint red lines crosshatch her arms. She doesn’t go deep. Isis is a burner. Scabby, circular mounds dot her arms. There was something in Group about rope and boy cousins and a basement but I shut myself off for that; I turned up my inside music. Blue is a fancy bird with her pain; she has a little bit of everything: bad daddy, meth teeth, cigarette burns, razor slashes. Linda\/Katie\/Cuddles wears grandma housedresses. Her slippers are stinky. There are too many of her to keep track of; her scars are all on the inside, along with her people. I don’t know why she’s with us, but she is. She smears mashed potato on her face at dinner. 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