{"product_id":"revolution-isbn-9780385737647","title":"Revolution","description":"\u003cb\u003eReaders of \u003ci\u003eIf I Stay\u003c\/i\u003e and Elizabeth George will love \u003ci\u003eRevolution \u003c\/i\u003eby Jennifer Donnelly, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eStepsister, Poisoned, These Shallow Graves, \u003c\/i\u003eand the award-winning novel \u003ci\u003eA Northern Light\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Andi Alpers is on the edge. She’s angry at her father for leaving, angry at her mother for not being able to cope, and heartbroken by the loss of her younger brother, Truman. Rage and grief are destroying her. And her father has determined that accompanying him to Paris for winter break is the solution for everything. \u003cbr\u003e    But Paris is a city of ghosts for Andi. And when she finds a centuries-old diary, the ghosts begin to walk off the page. Alexandrine, the owner of the journal, lived during the French Revolution. She’s angry too. It’s the same fire that consumes Andi, and Andi finds comfort in it—until, on a midnight journey through the catacombs, words transcend paper and time, and the past becomes terrifyingly present. \u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e    Revolution \u003c\/i\u003eartfully weaves two girls’ stories into one unforgettable account of life, loss, and enduring love.\u003ci\u003e Revolution\u003c\/i\u003e spans centuries and vividly depicts the eternal struggles of the human heart. \u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eRevolution\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e An ABA Indies Choice Young Adult Book of the Year\u003cbr\u003e An ALA-YALSA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults\u003cbr\u003e A\u003ci\u003e Kirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book\u003cbr\u003e A #1 \u003ci\u003eIndiebound\u003c\/i\u003e Selection \u003cbr\u003e A \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year\u003cbr\u003e A \u003ci\u003eBulletin \u003c\/i\u003eBlue Ribbon Book\u003cbr\u003e A Chicago Public Library Best of the Best Book\u003cbr\u003e An Amazon.com Best Book of the Year\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “\u003cb\u003eA sumptuous feast of a novel, rich in mood, character, and emotion.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ★ “\u003cb\u003eEvery detail is meticulously inscribed into a multi-layered narrative that is as wise, honest, and moving as it is cunningly worked.\u003c\/b\u003e Readers  . . . will find this brilliantly crafted work utterly absorbing.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “\u003cb\u003eBrilliantly realized, complete, and complex. The novel is rich with detail, and both\u003c\/b\u003e the Brooklyn and Paris settings provide important grounding for the \u003cb\u003ehaunting and beautifully told story.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003cb\u003eWINNER - 2011 Young Adult Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e - American Booksellers Association\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn ALA-YALSA Top Ten Best Books for Young Adults\u003cbr\u003e A\u003ci\u003e Kirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book\u003cbr\u003e #1 \u003ci\u003eIndiebound\u003c\/i\u003e Pick for Fall 2010\u003cbr\u003e A \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book\u003cbr\u003e A \u003ci\u003eBulletin \u003c\/i\u003eBlue Ribbon Book\u003cbr\u003e A Chicago Public Library Best of the Best Book\u003cbr\u003e Amazon.com Best Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[\u003cb\u003eSTAR\u003c\/b\u003e] “Andi Alpers, a 17-year-old music lover, is about to be expelled from her elite private school. Despite her brilliance, she has not been able to focus on anything except music since the death of her younger brother, which pushed the difficulties in her family to the breaking point. She resists accompanying her work-obsessed father to Paris, especially after he places her mentally fragile mother in a hospital, but once there works in earnest on her senior thesis about an 18th-century French musician. But when she finds the 200-year-old diary of another teen, Alexandrine Paradis, she is plunged into the chaos of the French Revolution. Soon, Alex’s life and struggles become as real and as painful for Andi as her own troubled life. Printz Honor winner Donnelly combines compelling historical fiction with a frank contemporary story. Andi is brilliantly realized, complete and complex. The novel is rich with detail, and both the Brooklyn and Paris settings provide important grounding for the haunting and beautifully told story.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eKirkus\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eReviews\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e, Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e[\u003cb\u003eSTAR\u003c\/b\u003e] “Every detail is meticulously inscribed into a multi-layered narrative that is as wise, honest, and moving as it is cunningly worked…The interplay between the contemporary and the historical is seamless in both plot and theme, and the storytelling grips hard and doesn’t let go. Readers fascinated with French history, the power of music, and\/or contemporary realist fiction will find this brilliantly crafted work utterly absorbing.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-\u003ci\u003eThe\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003cb\u003eBulletin of the Center for Children's Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e, Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e[\u003cb\u003eSTAR\u003c\/b\u003e] \"Andi Alpers’s younger brother died two years ago and his death has torn her family apart. She’s on antidepressants and is about to flunk out of her prep school. Her mother spends all day painting portraits of her lost son and her father has all but disappeared, focusing on his Nobel Prize-winning genetics work. He reappears suddenly at the beginning of winter break to institutionalize his wife and whisk Andi off to Paris with him. There he will be conducting genetic tests on a heart rumored to belong to the last dauphin of France. He hopes that Andi will be able to put in some serious work on her senior thesis regarding mysterious 18th-century guitarist Amadé Malherbeau. In Paris, Andi finds a lost diary of Alexandrine Paradis, companion to the dauphin, and meets Virgil, a hot Tunisian-French world-beat hip-hop artist. Donnelly’s story of Andi’s present life with her intriguing research and growing connection to Virgil overshadowed by depression is layered with Alexandrine’s quest, first to advance herself and later to somehow save the prince from the terrors of the French Revolution. While teens may search in vain for the music of the apparently fictional Malherbeau, many will have their interest piqued by the connections Donnelly makes between classical musicians and modern artists from Led Zeppelin to Radiohead. Revolution is a sumptuous feast of a novel, rich in mood, character, and emotion. With multiple hooks, it should appeal to a wide range of readers.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e-School\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e, Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“…sharply articulated, raw emotions and insights into science and art; ambition and love; history’s ever-present influence; and music’s immediate, astonishing power…” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eBooklist\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Even kids who don’t usually like historical fiction won’t be able to put \u003ci\u003eRevolution\u003c\/i\u003e down, especially given its great modern-day story.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-PublishersWeekly.com\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\"Before the book is done ... we'll have taken a long strange trip of our own in Andi's company: back and forth between present-tense Andi and past-tense Alexandrine, between contemporary Paris and the filthy, terrorized streets of Robespierre's day, and deep into the clammy, bone-filled catacombs that underlie the city and where, in this ... memorable novel, past and present connect in a frightening, disorienting fashion.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eWall Street Journal\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"As in her previous novel for young adults, the award-winning \u003ci\u003eA Northern Light\u003c\/i\u003e, Jennifer Donnelly combines impeccable historical research with lively, fully fashioned characters to create an indelible narrative. \u003ci\u003eRevolution\u003c\/i\u003e is a complex story, moving back and forth in time and including allusions not only to historical events but also to literature (especially Dante’s \u003ci\u003eDivine Comedy\u003c\/i\u003e) and to music from Handel to Wagner to Radiohead. Yet this undeniably cerebral book is also simultaneously wise and achingly poignant.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-BookPage.com\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This beautiful and complicated story effortlessly blends history, romance, music and tragedy into a must-read about two girls who connect across centuries.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-\u003ci\u003eJustine\u003c\/i\u003e Magazine\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I could say that I recommend \u003ci\u003eRevolution\u003c\/i\u003e to lovers of music and historical fiction (which I do), but that is not enough. The story is an impressive blend of contemporary fiction and historical fiction, with heart-wrenching character development.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-LoveYALit.com\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eRevolution\u003c\/i\u003e is an exciting foray into history, music and grief. It's a melodic story of love and friendship—of bonds that tie time together.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e-The Daily Monacle (blog)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Rich and ambitious...Beautifully written and thoroughly researched.\"-\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e (UK)\u003c\/b\u003eJennifer Donnelly is the author of three adult novels, \u003ci\u003eThe Tea Rose\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Winter Rose\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Wild Rose\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as the young adult novels \u003ci\u003eThese Shallow Graves\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eRevolution\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eStepsister\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ePoisoned \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eA Northern Light\u003c\/i\u003e, winner of Britain's prestigious Carnegie Medal, the \u003ci\u003eL.A. Times\u003c\/i\u003e Book Prize for Young Adult Literature, and a Michael L. Printz Honor Book Award. She lives and writes full-time in upstate New York. You can visit her at jenniferdonnelly.com or find @JenWritesBooks on Twitter.Those who can, do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThose who can't, deejay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLike Cooper van Epp. Standing in his room--the entire fifth floor of a Hicks Street brownstone--trying to beat-match John Lee Hooker with some piece of trip-hop horror. On twenty thousand dollars' worth of equipment he doesn't know how to use.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This is the blues, man!\" he crows. \"It's Memphis mod.\" He pauses to pour himself his second scotch of the morning. \"It's like then and now. Brooklyn and Beale Street all at once. It's like hanging at a house party with John Lee. Smoking Kents and drinking bourbon for breakfast. All that's missing, all we need--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"--are hunger, disease, and a total lack of economic opportunity,\" I say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCooper pushes his porkpie back on his head and brays laughter. He's wearing a wifebeater and an old suit vest. He's seventeen, white as cream and twice as rich, trying to look like a bluesman from the Mississippi Delta. He doesn't. He looks like Norton from The Honeymooners.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Poverty, Coop,\" I add. \"That's what you need. That's where the blues come from. But that's going to be hard for you. I mean, son of a hedge fund god and all.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis idiot grin fades. \"Man, Andi, why you always harshing me? Why you always so--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSimone Canovas, a diplomat's daughter, cuts him off. \"Oh, don't bother, Cooper. You know why.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We all do. It's getting boring,\" says Arden Tode, a movie star's kid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And one last thing,\" I say, ignoring them, \"talent. You need talent. Because John Lee Hooker had boatloads of it. Do you actually write any music, Coop? Do you play any? Or do you just stick other people's stuff together and call the resulting calamity your own?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCooper's eyes harden. His mouth twitches. \"You're battery acid. You know that?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I do.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am. No doubt about it. I like humiliating Cooper. I like causing him pain. It feels good. It feels better than his dad's whiskey, better than his mom's weed. Because for just a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI pick up my guitar and play the first notes of Hooker's \"Boom Boom.\" Badly, but it does the trick. Cooper swears at me and storms off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSimone glares. \"That was brutal, Andi. He's a fragile soul,\" she says; then she takes off after him. Arden takes off after her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSimone doesn't give a rat's about Cooper or his soul. She's only worried he'll pull the plug on our Friday-morning breakfast party. She never faces school without a buzz. Nobody does. We need to have something, some kind of substance-fueled force field to fend off the heavy hand of expectation that threatens to crush us like beer cans the minute we set foot in the place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI quit playing \"Boom Boom\" and ease into \"Tupelo.\" No one pays any attention. Not Cooper's parents, who are in Cabo for the holidays. Not the maid, who's running around opening windows to let the smoke out. And not my classmates, who are busy trading iPods back and forth, listening to one song after another. No Billboard Hot 100 fare for us. We're better than that. Those tunes are for kids at P.S. Whatever-the-hell. We attend St. Anselm's, Brooklyn's most prestigious private school. We're special. Exceptional. We're supernovas, every single one of us. That's what our teachers say, and what our parents pay thirty thousand dollars a year to hear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis year, senior year, it's all about the blues. And William Burroughs, Balkan soul, German countertenors, Japanese girl bands, and New Wave. It's calculated, the mix. Like everything else we do. The more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs I sit here mangling \"Tupelo,\" I catch broken-off bits of conversation going on around me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But really, you can't even approach Flock of Seagulls without getting caught up in the metafictive paradigm,\" somebody says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd \"Plastic Bertrand can, I think, best be understood as a postironic nihilist referentialist.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd \"But, like, New Wave derived meaning from its own meaninglessness. Dude, the tautology was so intended.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd then, \"Wasn't that a mighty time, wasn't that a mighty time . . .\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI look up. The kid singing lines from \"Tupelo,\" a notorious horndog from Slater, another Heights school, is suddenly sitting on the far end of the sofa I'm sitting on. He smirks his way over until our knees are touching.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You're good,\" he says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Thanks.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You in a band?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI keep playing, head down, so he takes a bolder tack.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's this?\" he says, leaning over to tug on the red ribbon I wear around my neck. At the end of it is a silver key. \"Key to your heart?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI want to kill him for touching it. I want to say words that will slice him to bits, but I have none. They dry up in my throat. I can't speak, so I hold up my hand, the one covered in skull rings, and clench it into a fist.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe drops the key. \"Hey, sorry.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't do that,\" I tell him, tucking it back inside my shirt. \"Ever.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Okay, okay. Take it easy, psycho,\" he says, backing off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI put the guitar into its case and head for an exit. Front door. Back door. Window. Anything. When I'm halfway across the living room, I feel a hand close on my arm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Come on. It's eight-fifteen.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt's Vijay Gupta. President of the Honor Society, the debate team, the Chess Club, and the Model United Nations. Volunteer at a soup kitchen, a literacy center, and the ASPCA. Davidson Fellow, Presidential Scholar candidate, winner of a Princeton University poetry prize, but, alas, not a cancer survivor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOrla McBride is a cancer survivor, and she wrote about it for her college apps and got into Harvard early admission. Chemo and hair loss and throwing up pieces of your stomach beat the usual extracurriculars hands down. Vijay only got wait-listed, so he still has to go to class.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'm not going,\" I tell him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Why not?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shake my head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What is it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVijay is my best friend. My only friend, at this stage. I have no idea why he's still around. I think he sees me as some kind of rehabilitation project, like the loser dogs he cares for at the shelter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Andi, come on,\" he says. \"You've got to. You've got to get your outline in. Beezie'll throw you out if you don't. She threw two seniors out last year for not turning it in.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I know. But I'm not.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVijay gives me a worried look. \"You take your meds today?\" he asks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I did.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe sighs. \"Catch you later.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yeah, V. Later.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI head out of the Castle van Epp, down to the Promenade. It's snowing. I take a seat high above the BQE, stare at Manhattan for a bit, and then I play. For hours. I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. 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