This is part of the book blog tour for Strangelets by Michelle Gagnon, organized by Shane at Itching for Books.
17-year-old Sophie lies on her deathbed in California, awaiting the inevitable loss of her battle with cancer…
17-year-old Declan stares down two armed thugs in a back alley in Galway, Ireland…
17-year-old Anat attempts to traverse a booby-trapped tunnel between Israel and Egypt…
All three strangers should have died at the exact same moment, thousands of miles apart. Instead, they awaken together in an abandoned hospital — only to discover that they’re not alone. Three other teens from different places on the globe are trapped with them. Somebody or something seems to be pulling the strings. With their individual clocks ticking, they must band together if they’re to have any hope of surviving.
Soon they discover that they’ve been trapped in a future that isn’t of their making: a deadly, desolate world at once entirely familiar and utterly strange. Each teen harbors a secret, but only one holds the key that could get them home. As the truth comes to light through the eyes of Sophie, Declan, and Anat, the reader is taken on a dark and unforgettable journey into the hearts of teens who must decide what to do with a second chance at life.
Today, I’m going to share an excerpt from the book, Strangelets.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt.
Excerpt from Strangelets
By Michelle Gagnon
It had fallen to Sophie to read the journal. She still didn’t quite get why but was too exhausted to argue. The reasoning (courtesy of Anat and Nico) seemed mainly based on the fact that this was her native country and language. She’d been tempted to balk, but a look from Declan settled it.
They were spread around the kitchen table, with her at the head. Everyone’s attention was focused intently on Sophie, making her feel like she was under a microscope, or worse, onstage. She’d never liked performing; during the kindergarten school play she’d spent her five minutes in an egg costume sobbing out of fear and embarrassment.
Clearing her throat self-consciously, Sophie flipped through the book. The entries were recorded in a smooth cursive, all the words exhibiting an identical slant. It made her feel slightly ashamed of her own barely legible handwriting. The author was obviously female, and probably older. The first entry was dated January 1st, so she probably started a new journal every year. Sophie pictured someone like her grandma, who had worn her long gray hair in a braid down her back and had bifocals dangling from a chain around her neck. The kind of woman who wasn’t fat, exactly, just pleasantly plump. The thought brought unexpected tears to her eyes. She skimmed the first few pages.
“Read it out loud,” Anat urged impatiently.
“Well, the earlier entries . . . I mean, they’re just about her life, really. How much snow they were getting, that sort of thing. I guess I should start on the last day we all remember, right?”
“Around then, yes,” Declan said.
“All right.” Sophie flipped ahead. “August twenty-ninth, thirtieth—”
“What do you mean, August?” Nico said. “It’s April sixteenth.”
“April sixteenth. Yesterday was the fifteenth,” he said impatiently.
“The last day I remember was August thirty-first,” Sophie said after a beat.
“Me, too,” Declan chimed in. “Anyone else?”
“It’s September first,” Anat said firmly.
Nico looked around at them, clearly confused. “Are you joking with me?”
“Strange thing to joke about, yeah?” Declan said. “Didn’t it strike you as a bit warm out for April?”
Nico blinked. “I assumed it was a heat wave.” He sounded defensive, and confused.
“Wait a minute,” Sophie said. “You seriously don’t remember anything after April fifteenth?”
Nico didn’t answer. He was staring intently at the ground, as if something in the worn linoleum might explain it.
“Sure you didn’t take a blow to the head?” Declan said. “’Cause you seem to be the odd man out here.”
“It’s April,” Nico said stubbornly.
“It does not matter.” Anat waved a hand. “Let him believe what he wants. Read the journal.”
“It’s strange, though, isn’t it?” Sophie said.
“Read,” Nico commanded. His tone didn’t invite further discussion.
Sophie hesitated. She felt weird about continuing as if this was no big deal. The fact that the rest of them had ended up at the facility months after Nico . . . that had to mean something, right?
You can now pre-order this book on amazon.com.
Strangelets is going to hit the shelves on April 9, 2013.
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