This is part of the book blog tour for Freedom Road by T.M. Souders.
**FINALIST, USA Book Awards, Young Adult Fiction, 2012**
**FINALIST, Next Generation Indie Awards, Young Adult Fiction, 2013**
**Second Place/Quarter-Finalist in the YA category of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards**
A father’s selfish demands, broken booze bottles, and unconscious mothers are everyday fixtures in eighteen-year-old Samantha Becker’s life. Armed with her guitar and music to keep her comfort in a volatile world, Sam’s one dream to study classical guitar at Juilliard may very well be her salvation. But when her father’s careless actions lead to an “accident,” Sam’s ability to play the guitar dies along with her dreams of attending the renowned school. Losing all confidence in her future, Sam hides behind the emotional barriers that have protected her for years.
Just when Sam has given up, a budding friendship and an unexpected romance give her the hope she needs, forcing her to reevaluate all she’s ever known. With fresh conviction, Sam battles her father’s plans for her future, band mates using her for personal gain, and a permanent injury. But will it be enough? Julliard auditions are almost here. Time’s running out, and Sam must re-learn to play the guitar or give up her dreams forever.
As a blog tour host, I’m going to share an excerpt with you today.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.
Excerpt from Freedom Road
By T. M. Souders
from Chapter Six
Never before had I experienced real pain. I don’t mean the physical kind. My rather barbaric run-in between a knife and my finger was proof of that. No, not that kind of pain. That kind of pain could be dealt with in a relatively simple manner. Grit your teeth. Suck it up—whatever you had to do, because, in most cases, it would soon be over. And even if, in the moment, it was difficult to focus on the notion that all physical pain had an end, one way or the other that fact was indisputable. The kind of pain I’m talking about had no end. Or at least not one you could see. It’s not resolute. You can’t reach out and touch it like a weeping wound. Instead, it’s buried inside yourself like a slumbering giant, waiting to be awakened at the slightest provocation.
Though I was reluctant to admit it, I now had a far greater understanding of my mother than ever before. After the accident and the birth of my brother, I recalled the constant shedding of her tears. Days turned into weeks. The tears finally dried, but in their place, a quiet solitude took hold. She talked to no one; not my father or me. She lay in bed most of the day. By the time my father noticed the reliance on drink, it was too late. She was already gone to the bottle.
I was only eighteen, not a mother and certainly not foolish enough to pretend I knew what it was like to be one, but I think in some small way I knew how she felt after she gave birth to my expiring brother. I understood the sense of loss, the emptiness. Because losing the thing you loved most in life created a universal depth of pain. I was not naive enough to think she loved me as much as him. Obviously, she didn’t. Because when she gave birth to him and realized he had left this world, had never really even been a part of it, all life left her. Her fight and her desire to move on with a life he was not a part of was nonexistent. The depth of her loss was too great. She chose grief over us. She chose grief over me.
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Win a Freedom Road Prize Pack!
- One 15oz. “I Love Freedom Road” Fan Mug
- A pair of purple teardrop earrings
- A CD of Samantha Becker’s (the main character’s) favorite Indie Music
- Sam’s favorite YA book, “Revolution” in hardback by Jennifer Donnelly
- A red, reusable cold drink tumbler with straw
- 3 pack of mini notebooks with pen
- 4 pack of mini candles
- 3 pack of flip flop car air fresheners
- Candy: Mike ‘n Ikes, Peanut M&M’s, SweetTarts
- TM Souders bookmark & a personalized note from the author to YOU!