Who is Jenna Fox? Seventeen-year-old Jenna has been told that is her name. She has just awoken from a coma, they tell her, and she is still recovering from a terrible accident in which she was involved a year ago. But what happened before that? Jenna doesn't remember her life. Or does she? And are the memories really hers?
This fascinating novel represents a stunning new direction for acclaimed author Mary Pearson. Set in a near future America, it takes readers on an unforgettable journey through questions of bio-medical ethics and the nature of humanity. Mary Pearson's vividly drawn characters and masterful writing soar to a new level of sophistication.
* “…raises the ante in unexpected ways until the very last page.” —
Publishers Weekly, starred review * “This is a beautiful blend of science fiction, medical thriller, and teen-relationship novel that melds into a seamless whole that will please fans of all three genres.” —
School Library Journal, starred review * “Outstanding examination of identity, science and ethics.” —
Kirkus, starred review “Readers will respond eagerly to this provocative novel.” —
Kirkus Reviews, Sci-Fi/Fantasy Special
“…what will hold readers most are the moral issues of betrayal, loyalty, sacrifice, and survival.” —Booklist
“Fascinating and thought provoking.” —Kliatt
“This novel is truly unlike any other I have ever read and is a breath of fresh air in the often predictable world of teen literature.” —ELLEgirl
“This is an amazingly powerful, thought-provoking, just brilliant novel.” —Teen Book Review
"An extraordinarily fine novel."—Voya
"Gut-punch plot twists."—The Seattle Times
Mary E. Pearson is the author of three other novels for teens--A Room on Lorelei Street, David v. God, and Scribbler of Dreams. She writes full-time from her home in Carlsbad, California, where she lives with her husband and two dogs.
I look at my fingers again, the ones that trembled and shook just a few days ago at Mr. Bender’s kitchen table. I bring them together, fingertip to fingertip, like a steeple. Each one perfect by appearance. But something is not . . . right. Something that I still have no word for. It is a dull twisting that snakes through me. Is this a tangled feeling that everyone my age feels? Or is it different? Am I different? I slide my steepled fingers, slowly, watching them interlace. Trying to interlace, like a clutched desperate prayer, but again, I feel like the hands I am lacing are not my own, like I have borrowed them from a twelve-fingered monster. And yet, when I count them, yes, there are ten. Ten exquisitely perfect, beautiful fingers.
Imprint: Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)
Distributor: MPS
Publication Date: 04-29-2008
Pages: 272
Measurements: 7.50in X 5.00in
