The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly
(Sprache: Englisch)
**THE BOOK THAT INSPIRED SACRED LIES, DEBUTING JULY 27 ON FACEBOOK WATCH**
A hard-hitting and hopeful story about the dangers of blind faith and the power of having faith in yourself. Finalist for the Morris Award.
The Kevinian cult has taken...
A hard-hitting and hopeful story about the dangers of blind faith and the power of having faith in yourself. Finalist for the Morris Award.
The Kevinian cult has taken...
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**THE BOOK THAT INSPIRED SACRED LIES, DEBUTING JULY 27 ON FACEBOOK WATCH**A hard-hitting and hopeful story about the dangers of blind faith and the power of having faith in yourself. Finalist for the Morris Award.
The Kevinian cult has taken everything from seventeen-year-old Minnow: twelve years of her life, her family, her ability to trust. And when she rebelled, they took away her hands, too.
Now their Prophet has been murdered and their camp set aflame, and it's clear that Minnow knows something but she's not talking. As she languishes in juvenile detention, she struggles to un-learn everything she has been taught to believe, adjusting to a life behind bars and recounting the events that led up to her incarceration. But when an FBI detective approaches her about making a deal, Minnow sees she can have the freedom she always dreamed of if she s willing to part with the terrible secrets of her past.
Gorgeously written, breathlessly page-turning and sprinkled with moments of unexpected humor, this harrowing debut is perfect for readers of Emily Murdoch's If You Find Me and Nova Ren Suma's The Walls Around Us, as well as for fans of Orange is the New Black.
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Chapter 1
I am a blood-soaked girl.
Before me, a body. Pulped. My boots drenched with his blood. I search out his eyes, but they re gone, hidden away behind pale lids.
My breath comes hard and white in the freezing air. Inside each breath is the understanding that this is how it feels, controlling someone, bending their body to your will.
I wonder if this is how the Prophet felt the moment he ordered my hands ripped from me.
Above, a car races across the bridge with a metal shudder. Fingernail-sized flakes of snow fall through the yellow haze of streetlights, and a few cold stars blink in a dark sky. I want to hold my hand flat to catch the snowflakes like I used to when I was little. But, I remind myself, my hands are gone, and I m not five anymore. The girl I used to be could almost be dead.
I hunker beside a snowbank, watching the red on the ground slowly ice over. I feel suddenly cold. Colder than even the outside air. Colder than I ve ever been in my life.
Chapter 2
When the police arrive they are blurry white shapes, like ghosts, stuffed inside tight blue uniforms. My eyes can t follow their features. One moment, I grasp an eye, a nose, but it slips away just as quickly and all I sense are their voices, scribbling over the light of the new morning. The ruined mess of the boy s body is shoved inside an ambulance, and it screams down the street.
The cops try handcuffing me around my stumps, but the metal slides off. I bite my lip against the cold steel grating over my newborn pink skin.
Do we even need to cuff her? one cop mutters.
Look at what she did, the other insists. You saw the kid, looked like he d been run over.
But, just look at her.
Look at me. My arms are crossed over my stomach and, at the end of the arms, an absence of hands, of fingers, of fists, of
... mehr
nails. Of any way to fight back. I feel the cops eyes inch over the homespun trousers and the disgusting rag of a shirt Jude gave me, the fabric blazoned with blood.
In the end, they squeeze the cuffs around my elbows, the pressure nearly popping my shoulders from the sockets, but I don t scream. I don t say anything. I feel like I have said enough for my entire life.
Chapter 3
My first view of the city is from a police car. I stare out the thumbprinted window as the sun peels back over buildings locked in by snowfall.
You better hope he lives, one of the cops says, and suddenly the boy is all I can see again the broken face, teeth chucked in the snow. My veins are still tight from adrenaline.
At the police station, it s wood walls and stained ceiling tiles. The smell of charred coffee.
They are discussing the best way to fingerprint me.
It must be done, they say. How will we identify her without fingers? Just like that, they ve said something I ve felt for months but never said aloud. One of them leafs through a police manual, searching for the proper procedure, while the other pushes each stump into a pad of ink and presses them onto paper. Two warped black ovals in a field of white.
Looks like we only need a DNA sample, the first one says, glancing up from the manual. He rummages in a drawer and pulls out a small square of cotton, unwraps it, and holds it before me. Spit.
You want my spit?
Just do it.
I gather up all the moisture I can in my mouth and let it fall to the cotton square. He closes it in a small plastic box with a sliding lid and places it on his desk.
The mug shot they take burns half circles into my vision, worse than any firelight. I clamp my arm to my eyes, and th
In the end, they squeeze the cuffs around my elbows, the pressure nearly popping my shoulders from the sockets, but I don t scream. I don t say anything. I feel like I have said enough for my entire life.
Chapter 3
My first view of the city is from a police car. I stare out the thumbprinted window as the sun peels back over buildings locked in by snowfall.
You better hope he lives, one of the cops says, and suddenly the boy is all I can see again the broken face, teeth chucked in the snow. My veins are still tight from adrenaline.
At the police station, it s wood walls and stained ceiling tiles. The smell of charred coffee.
They are discussing the best way to fingerprint me.
It must be done, they say. How will we identify her without fingers? Just like that, they ve said something I ve felt for months but never said aloud. One of them leafs through a police manual, searching for the proper procedure, while the other pushes each stump into a pad of ink and presses them onto paper. Two warped black ovals in a field of white.
Looks like we only need a DNA sample, the first one says, glancing up from the manual. He rummages in a drawer and pulls out a small square of cotton, unwraps it, and holds it before me. Spit.
You want my spit?
Just do it.
I gather up all the moisture I can in my mouth and let it fall to the cotton square. He closes it in a small plastic box with a sliding lid and places it on his desk.
The mug shot they take burns half circles into my vision, worse than any firelight. I clamp my arm to my eyes, and th
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Autoren-Porträt von Stephanie Oakes
Stephanie Oakes lives in Spokane, Washington, and works as a library media teacher in a combined middle and elementary school. She has an MFA in poetry from Eastern Washington University. The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly is her debut novel.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Stephanie Oakes
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2016, 416 Seiten, Maße: 13,6 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Speak
- ISBN-10: 0147510163
- ISBN-13: 9780147510167
- Erscheinungsdatum: 18.10.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Now a Morris Award Honor Book, Golden Kite Honor Book, Booklist Editors' Choice, New York Public Library Best Book for Teens, Georgia Peach Book Award Nominee and a Texas TAYSHAS Top Ten Book!* "In beautiful and harrowing prose, Stephanie Oakes debut peels back the veneer of fairytales to reveal their inherent darkness." Booklist, STARRED REVIEW
* "Suspense, dread, and hope intermingle in Oakes s charged, page-turning debut." Publishers Weekly, STARRED REVIEW
* "A truly thought-provoking and spectacular story. VOYA, Perfect 10/STARRED REVIEW
"The Scared Lies of Minnow Bly is a psychological thriller, a commentary on our justice system, and a must read book." Hypable
"A page-turner in the truest form of the phrase." Bustle
"A profoundly thoughtful and meaningful read...if you care about girls, you should read it. And since everyone should care about girls, everyone should read it." Teen Librarian Toolbox
"The unravelling of the mystery and the timing of the revelations is masterful, culminating in an explosively rewarding ending. Unflinching, unrelenting and visceral, this one has undeniable adult crossover appeal." The Globe and Mail
"Based on Grimm s fairy tale, The Handless Maiden, the powerful, fluent writing; engrossing and well-layered mystery; compelling characters; and provocative ideas about family, faith, honesty, loyalty, and friendship are engaging....Ellen Hopkins devotees and fans of The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams will seek this one out." School Library Journal
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