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First, I'd like to thank Candace from CBB Book Promotions for allowing me to be on the tour! THANK YOU! Alright, for my part of the stop, I will be interviewing Shari Brady and also giving you guys a sneak peek into the book! WOOT! There is also a tour-wide giveaway going on, so make sure to enter and win awesome pressies! :)
1. How did you come up with this amazing book?
While revising one of the early drafts of my story about two sisters, I learned about teens in my area overdosing and the problem becoming an epidemic. That’s when I decided to make the story about one sister losing another to an accidental overdose.
Any inspirations from your daily life?
I lost my own sister to addiction issues many yeas ago, so my inspiration came from my past. This was a difficult book to write because I had to remind myself this wasn't my story, this is Carmella’s story. The entire book is fiction and all the characters made up, but all the emotions are mine. It’s a tough thing to write straight from the heart.
2. Just like Carmella, do you also write lists? If so, what are they about?
I only write to-do lists. Carmella’s lists are all her. They came to me as I was delving into her character, figuring out how she was going to attempt to make sense of her loss.
3. Was it hard tackling issues which constantly appear in the lives of young adults?
I love tackling real issues, it is what inspires me to write, which is why I write realistic fiction. And yes, it is tough to tackle real issues and entertain the reader at the same time.
4. Are you a fan of love at first sight or gradual love when it comes to books?
It depends on the character. What I don’t like is when writers use gradual love to try and get me to keep turning the page. Then I know I’m being tricked and I don’t believe it.
5. What are some emotions you experienced while writing this book? (Cause I know it was pretty emotional for me as a reader to just read it, ha ha)
As I wrote Carmella, I had to go back in time and remember what it felt like when I lost my sister. Some days were especially emotional for me and I would sit at my computer and cry.
6. Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Although I lost my sister to an addiction, the experiences and events in the book are all fiction, none of them really happened to me personally. I get my ideas from my imagination, from stories I hear or events I read about.
7. What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Making sure I remove my life from it and be true to Carmella and the story she is telling the reader. But then at the same time I had to put my true, honest emotions on the page. Yeah, it was a tough one sometimes.
8. Who is one character from your book that you would instantly click with in real life and why?
Really hard question because I get attached to all the characters I write. But for this story I think I’d instantly click with Howie because he’s not afraid to be exactly who he wants to be and step out of his comfort zone.
9. Is there a message in your book that you would like your readers to grasp?
Always look for truth in everyone and everything you do and never hide from it.
10. Are you working on anything new currently?
Yes, I’m working on a three book series entitle, My Shakespearean Life. Book one is called, All the World’s a Stage. The series is a Glee meets Fame satire type of thing. I’m very excited about it and I love all the characters. It will be out in the spring.
This or That
1. Chocolate or Vanilla?
2. Chic Flick or Horror?
Definitely Chic Flick.
3. Dumbledore or Gandalf?
4. Regular coke or Diet coke?
5. Twilight or The Hunger Games?
*Thanks to Shari for doing the interview with me!*
Reasons why wearing a uniform to school should be outlawed
- If your big sister dies, you should be allowed to wear all black forever.
- When you dress like everyone else at Trinity High School, and you’re an outcast, you’re living a lie.
- A uniform covers up people’s real personalities.
- Wearing plaid every day for several years of your life is bound to result in bad things happening to your sense of fashion.
The last period bell rings, but I’m already out in the parking lot. I ditched my last class. Today was my first day back after missing four weeks, and I couldn’t take the “sorry for your loss” blah blah blah of the teachers and the kids looking at me like I’m a total freak show because my sister died, so I went to the nurse and lied. I told her I felt sick to my stomach and had my period.
She directed me to sit down in the blue vinyl hospitalesque-looking chair next to her desk, pulled out the thermometer and stuck it under my tongue.
“Oh dear, so awful,” she said. “So young for this, so unfair to endure this kind of loss and be that time of the month.”
With sad, pathetic eyes, she handed me a can of ginger ale and excused me from my last class. I headed straight outside to the ginormous elm tree next to the parking lot where I could hang out and doodle until the last bell. I blink to try and clear the fuzz from my eyes.
I wish I could put toothpicks in my eyes to keep my lids open like Fred Flintstone, because I’m so tired and I can’t let myself fall asleep. I have to keep my eye on the doors so I can spot Anna right away. She’ll never notice me here and I don’t want her to freak out thinking something happened to me. She’s been recruited by my parents to drive me to work at the bakery like I’m a complete imbecile, since Mom and Dad are so paranoid something will happen to me, they won’t let me drive. Mom will pick me up after work and drive me home, then go back to the office for a few more hours. Not sure how long I’ll be driven everywhere like a two-year-old, but I pray this overprotective craziness ends soon.
I also hate having to get back to my life, back to school and the bakery, carrying on as though tragedy hasn’t struck me like a pianist hitting a bad note in the middle of her first concert in Carnegie Hall. Wearing my usual green and blue plaid uniform skirt is wrong, as if everything’s back to normal now, when in fact, nothing is normal. Before the Francesca shock, I wrote songs. Sappy songs, serious songs. Lyrics popped into my head during math class or earth science and I’d write them down. Now all I do is make lists.I’ve seen my big sister standing at the end of my bed for the last three nights and I miss her so bad I don’t think I’ll ever laugh again.
Chewing on my pen, I spot Anna, so I walk over to her hand-me-down white Chevy Cavalier that’s been through her three older sisters. I think it’s a little unfair Anna has three sisters and the only one I had got taken from me. Not that I wish one of Anna’s sisters would die, but if I were God, I wouldn’t snatch someone’s only sister away.
I dread the thought of going into work, facing Mrs. Sparacini and the regular customers who know the truth of what happened to Francesca and might treat me like I’m a freak. My sister died of a drug overdose and for some reason that seems to make her death different. I overheard people at the wake whispering about how it is such a waste when a young person’s death is so preventable. Not that I wish Francesca had cancer or was in a car accident, but if she died like that, people wouldn’t blame her, as if she made a bad decision and death happened to be the outcome. They’d feel sorry for her—not sorry for her life. Maybe Dad’s right about hiding the truth.
Thanks for stoppin' by guys!!! <3