YA author, Patty Blount, is back with another novel that addresses one of today’s most pressing issues facing today's youth. SOME BOYS is a gutwrenching and edgy love story told from alternating points of view that's perfect for fans of Simone Elkeles and Katie McGarry.
"SOME
BOYS belongs in every YA collection." - School Library
Journal
"5 stars. Very well-deserved! This book did
quite a number on me - unlike most books (contemporary or not), this one made
me FEEL, and feel really strongly." - The Eater of Books
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About SOME BOYS:
Some Boys go too far. Some
Boys will break your heart. But One Boy can make you whole.
Seventeen-year-old lacrosse
player Ian Russell—sidelined by a concussion—is sentenced to spend spring break
scrubbing out lockers. It’s bad enough when Ian discovers his partner for the
week is Grace Collier, the girl who claims his best friend raped her at a party
in the woods a few weeks ago. But what sucks most of all is that he used to
have a thing for Grace… before Zac MacMahon got to her first.
Grace wants to crawl into
one of the lockers and die. Ian was the only reason Grace even bothered to go
that stupid party, but he never showed up. Not until… after. Suddenly, someone
was shaking her awake. The last thing she remembers is the expression on Zac’s
face. But Zac told the entire school the sex was consensual and posted a video
on Facebook to prove it. Her best friends have abandoned her and even her
parents aren’t too sure.
But Ian and Grace surprise
each other. He never disrespects her, and she even helps him when a dizzy spell
hits. Ian still likes Grace with her bad-ass style. Unlike the rest of the
school, who has rejected Grace, calling her a slut and a liar, Ian is funny and
kind with secrets of his own. But how do you trust the best friend of the boy
who raped you? How do you challenge your best friend and call him a liar? How
do you believe in love?
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~* Excerpt*~
Oh, crap, I’m late. I’m freaking late. I jog up the stairs and turn west and skid to a halt.
No. No, no, no!
Please let this be a mistake.
Mr. Jordan said he’d assigned locker cleanup to somebody besides me.
Oh, my God, I’m cursed.
They
both turn when they hear me. I look for it—the expression on their
faces that matches the expression on every other face when I walk by.
The expression that says, Here comes the lying whore!
“You Grace?” the janitor asks, and I nod. “You’re late. I’ll have to report that to Mr. Jordan.”
Knock yourself out, pal. Principals don’t scare me.
Students do.
I
pay only the slightest attention to the instructions the janitor
provides. I’m watching Ian Russell out of the corner of my eye. Tall and
lean. Great mouth, dark hair, and dark eyes that have their own
gravitational pull, Ian’s easy on the eyes, but that’s not all. There’s
something about him, something that’s always been there every time I’ve
looked at him.
I’ve looked at him a lot.
He’s got this restlessness, this energy that practically sizzles, and I don’t understand it, even though I always wanted to.
He’s on the lacrosse team. Why isn’t he on the field with the rest of the team? What did he do to get stuck with this job?
But none of those are the real questions I’m asking. I don’t want to think about the real questions. But how can I not? How much did Ian see? How much does Ian believe? Why did he help me that night?
The janitor gives me the master key and instructions on what to put where and then points to the lockers across from Ian.
Hell no.
He’s deluded if he thinks I’ll turn my back on any friend of Zac McMahon’s.
The
janitor leaves, and I grab a pair of rubber gloves, anxious to get
started. I keep Ian in my visual field, ready to defend myself if he so
much as raises a hand to me, but all that dark hair hides his face. I
spray a locker and can’t reach the top. And suddenly Ian’s right there,
and my arms are too busy holding me up to fight.
“Here, I got it.”
Shit.
I jump so hard I hit my elbow. He mumbles some apology, but I can’t
hear him over the rush of panic. He backs off and returns to his own
locker, and for a long moment I think about climbing inside one of the
lockers—who cares if it’s clean—and just hiding inside until the shift
is over. Six days. How the hell am I going to get through six days of
this? I take some more deep breaths and scrub the hell out of the next
locker.
About Patty Blount:
In
addition to writing novels for teens, Patty
Blount writes technical information for a computer company. Her first
novel, Send, was inspired
after a manager suggested she learn more about social networks. A short version
of that same novel finished in the top ten of the Writer's Digest 79th Annual
Writing Competition. She is also the author of the young adult book, TMI. She lives on Long Island with
her family. Visit her at pattyblount.com.
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