How to Make Friends with the Dark by Kathleen Glasgow (English) Hardcover Book

Description: How to Make Friends with the Dark by Kathleen Glasgow Tiger, sixteen, has been pushing away from her overprotective mother, but when her mother dies suddenly Tiger must learn to live when it feels she is surrounded by darkness. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description From the New York Times bestselling author of Girl in Pieces comes a novel about love and loss and learning how to continue when it feels like youre surrounded by darkness."A rare and powerful novel." --Karen M. McManus, New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying and Two Can Keep a SecretTigers life changed with a simple phone call. Her mother has died. Thats when darkness descended on her otherwise average life.Tigers mother never talked about her father, and with no grandparents or aunts or uncles, her world is packed into a suitcase and moved to a foster home. And another. And another. Until hope surfaces in the shape of . . . a sister?Sometimes family comes in forms you dont recognize. But can Tiger learn to make friends with the darkness before it swallows her whole?"Stunning and beautifully written."-HelloGiggles"Breathtaking and heartbreaking." --Jennifer Niven, New York Times bestselling author of All the Bright Places Author Biography Kathleen Glasgows first novel was the New York Times bestselling novel Girl in Pieces. How to Make Friends with the Dark is her second novel. She lives and writes in Tucson, Arizona. To learn more about Kathleen and her writing, visit her website, kathleenglasgowbooks.com, or follow @kathglasgow on Twitter and @misskathleenglasgow on Instagram. Review "A rare and powerful novel [that] dives deep into the heart of grief and healing with honesty, empathy, and grace." —Karen M. McManus, New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying "In this raw, powerful, and heartbreaking meditation on loss and grief, Glasgow writes with unflinching beauty. We meet Tiger Tolliver at her most broken—at her darkest moment—and yet, somehow, [she] teaches us how to let the light in." —Julie Buxbaum, New York Times bestselling author of Tell Me Three Things "Breathtaking and heartbreaking, and I loved it with all my heart." —Jennifer Niven, New York Times bestselling author of All the Bright Places "A bold, fearlessly crafted story of loss and love. Glasgows prose commands the page with its trademark beauty and grace, and Tiger Tolliver is a character readers will root for every step of the way." —Courtney Summers, New York Times bestselling author of Sadie "Glasgow is the rare type of skilled storyteller that knows you have to hurt your characters before putting them back together. I loved every word of this lyrical and devastating novel." —Kara Thomas, author of The Cheerleaders "Gripping, powerful, and full of truth." —Kami Garcia, #1 New York Times bestselling coauthor of Beautiful Creatures "A visceral, gut-wrenching, and heartbreaking take on the grieving process." —Tiffany Jackson, author of Mondays Not Coming "Magnificent. A beautiful, heartbreaking alleluia to survival." —Brendan Kiely, New York Times bestselling author of All American Boys "A book as fierce, tender, and rare as its aptly named heroine, Tiger. A gorgeously nuanced meditation on grief and family, and the incredible love that can pull you through the darkest of times." —Meg Leder, author of Letting Go of Gravity "Beautifully written and profoundly moving. From page one, Tiger Tolliver grabs your heart with her pain, her courage, her humor—and she doesnt let go." —Alyssa Sheinmel, New York Times bestselling author of A Danger to Herself and Others "So vulnerable and real….Glasgows prose begs and pleads and grasps at the light, like a prayer." —Lygia Day Peñaflor, author of All of This Is True "Lyrical, devastating, witty and raw—this is Glasgow at her best." —Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock, author of The Smell of Other Peoples Houses "This story hauls you into its heart to live the pain in all its careening, messy, and miraculous glory. A brilliant, honest, raw look at what it really means to lose someone essential and make grudging peace with what is gained in the exchange." —Estelle Laure, author of This Raging Light "Stunning and beautifully written."-HelloGiggles "A powerful reminder that no amount of depression or isolation is insurmountable for strong, resilient women." –Forbes … "An honest and extremely harrowing read."-BookPage, Starred Review "Visceral and traumatic, pulsing with ache,...[this is] a gritty, raw account of surviving tragedy one minute at a time."—Kirkus Reviews "[A] standout....Tigers distinctive, haunting voice will be hard to forget."—Booklist Review Quote " A rare and powerful novel , How to Make Friends with the Dark dives deep into the heart of grief and healing with honesty, empathy, and grace." -- Karen M. McManus , New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying and Two Can Keep a Secret " In this raw, powerful, and heartbreaking meditation on loss and grief, Glasgow writes with unflinching beauty. We meet Tiger Tolliver at her most broken--at her darkest moment--and yet, somehow, How to Make Friends with the Dark teaches us how to let the light in. " -- Julie Buxbaum , New York Times bestselling author of Tell Me Three Things " How to Make Friends with the Dark is breathtaking and heartbreaking, and I loved it with all my heart. Its for all of us who have loved and lost and need to find our power again." -- Jennifer Niven , New York Times bestselling author of All the Bright Places and Holding Up the Universe " A bold, fearlessly crafted story of loss and love. Kathleen Glasgows prose commands the page with its trademark beauty and grace, and Tiger Tolliver is a character readers will root for every step of the way--and wont soon forget." -- Courtney Summers , New York Times bestselling author of Sadie "Kathleen Glasgow is the rare type of skilled storyteller that knows you have to hurt your characters before putting them back together. I loved every word of this lyrical and devastating novel. " -- Kara Thomas , author of The Cheerleaders " Gripping, powerful, and full of truth --an emotional level many novelists strive to reach, but few achieve." -- Kami Garcia , #1 New York Times bestselling coauthor of Beautiful Creatures and author of Broken Beautiful Hearts "A visceral, gut-wrenching, and heartbreaking take on the grieving process. I cried within the first fifty pages. Youll want to hug Tiger and never let her go. Kathleen has done it again!" -- Tiffany Jackson , author of Allegedly and Mondays Not Coming " Magnificent. A beautiful, heartbreaking alleluia to survival. " -- Brendan Kiely , New York Times bestselling author of All American Boys and Tradition "A book as fierce, tender, and rare as its aptly named heroine, Tiger. How to Make Friends with the Dark is a gorgeously nuanced meditation on grief and family, and the incredible love that can pull you through the darkest of times. " --Meg Leder, author of Letting Go of Gravity " Beautifully written and profoundly moving. From page one, Tiger Tolliver grabs your heart with her pain, her courage, her humor--and she doesnt let go. Tiger, Cake, and Thaddeus (and Mae-Lynn, and Shayna, and Lupe, and LaLa, and Sarah, and Leonard, and June . . . all of Glasgows deeply wrought characters) will stay with me for a long time to come." -- Alyssa Sheinmel , New York Times bestselling author of A Danger to Herself and Others "Tiger Tolliver is so vulnerable and real , youll want to turn your porch light on and have the spare room ready for her. In How to Make Friends with the Dark, Kathleen Glasgows prose begs and pleads and grasps at the light, like a prayer." --Lygia Day Pe Excerpt from Book I find the bills by accident, stuffed underneath a pile of underwear in the dresser my mother and I share. Instead of clean socks, my hands come away with a thick stack of envelopes marked Urgent, Last Notice, Contact Immediately. My heart thuds. We dont have a lot, we never have, but weve made do with what my mom makes as the county Bookmobile lady and from helping out at Bonitas daycare. Come summer, weve got the Jellymobile, but thats another story. You dont hide things in a drawer unless youre worried. Moms been on the couch since yesterday morning, cocooned in a black-and-red wool blanket, sleeping off a headache. "Mom," I say, loudly. "Mommy." No answer. I check the crooked clock on the wall. Forty minutes until zero period. Were what my mom likes to call "a well-oiled, good-looking, and good-smelling machine." But I need the other half of my machine to beep and whir at me, and to do all that other stuff moms are supposed to do. If I dont have her, I dont have anything. Its not like with my friend Cake, who has two parents and an uncle living with her. If my mom is sick, or down, Im shit out of luck for help and companionship. And rides to school. "Mom!" I scream as loud as I can, practically ripping my throat in the process. I shove the bills back beneath the stack of underwear and head to the front room. The scream worked. Shes sitting up, the wool blanket crumpled on the floor. "Good morning to you, too," she mumbles thickly. Her short hair is matted on one side and spiky on the other. She looks around, like she recognizes nothing, like shes an alien suddenly dropped into our strange, earthly atmosphere. She blinks once, twice, three times, then says, "Tiger, baby, get me some coffee, will you?" "Theres no coffee." I use my best accusatory voice. I have to be a little mean. I mean, come on. It looks like were in dire straits here, plus, a couple other things, like Kai, are currently burning a hole in my brain. I need Mom-things to be happening. "Theres nothing," I say. "Well, peanut butter. You can have a big fat hot cup of steaming peanut butter." My mom smiles, which kills me, because I cant resist it, and everything I thought I might say about the stack of unpaid bills kind of flies out the window. Things will be fixed now. Things will be okay, like always. We can beep and whir again. Mom gets up and walks to the red coffeemaker. Coffee is my mothers drug. That and cigarettes, no matter how much Bonita and Cake and I tell her theyre disgusting and deadly. When I was little, I used to wake up at the crack of dawn, ready to play with her, just her, before shed drag me to the daycare, and I always had to wait until she had her first cup of coffee and her first cigarette. It was agony waiting for that stupid machine to glug out a cup while my hands itched with Legos or pick-up sticks. She heaves a great sigh. "Shit," she says. "Baby! I better get my ass in gear, huh?" Shes standing at the sink, trying to turn on the faucet, but nothing is coming out. "The waters still crappy? I was hoping that was just a bad dream." She nods to the faucet. "Pacheco isnt returning my calls," I say. Mr. Pacheco is our landlord and not a very nice one. She murmurs, "I guess Ill have to deal with that today, too." Im silent. Is she talking about the bills? Maybe I should-- Mom holds out her arms. "Come here, baby. Here. Come to me." I run so fast I almost slip on the threadbare wool rug on the floor and I go flying against her, my face landing just under her collarbone. Her lips graze the top of my head. Mom trembles. Her shirts damp, like shes been sweating. She must need a cigarette. "Im sorry," she whispers into my hair. "I dont know what happened. What a headache. Bonita leaving, the daycare closing. I just ... it was a lot all at once, and I guess I stressed. Did you even have any dinner last night?" I had a pack of lime Jell-O, and my stomach is screaming for food, but I dont tell her this. I just keep nuzzling her. My mother pulls away and laughs. "Grace," she says. Hearing my real name makes me cringe. "Gracie, that pajama top doesnt quite fit you anymore, baby doll." I pull defensively at the hem of the T-shirt and cross my arms over my chest. My mom sighs. I know whats coming, so I prepare my Im bored face. "Tiger," she says firmly. "Youre a beautiful girl. I was just teasing, which I shouldnt have done. You should never hide you. Youre growing into something wondrous. Dont be ashamed." Wondrous. She and Bonita are crazy for the affirmation talk. Cake likes to say their mission in life is to Build a Better Girl Than They Were. "You know," she said once, "their moms probably put them on diets of cottage cheese before prom and told them to keep their legs closed around boys." I roll my eyes and groan. "You have to tell me those things," I answer. "Youre my mom. Its in your job description." Her face softens and I feel guilty. Once I overheard her say to Bonita, "I try to tell Tiger all the things I never got to hear, you know?" And I always want to know, what didnt she get to hear? Because shes tight-lipped about her early, non-Mom, kidlike days. Her parents died when she was in college, and she doesnt like to talk about them. My mother rummages around in the cabinets and somehow, somewhere, finds a lone can of Coke, even though I scoured the cabinets last night for spare eats. She takes a long, grateful sip and then wipes her mouth. She fishes in her purse for a cigarette. "Go get dressed, Tiger. Ill drop you at school and then Ive got a lot of things to do. Today is going to be one hell of a day, I promise. Food, Pacheco, the works. Ill make up for being out of it, okay?" "Okay." Mom heads out in the backyard to smoke and I hit my bedroom, where I frantically try to find something suitable in my closet of mostly unsuitable clothing. My mother thinks finding clothes in boxes on the side of the road is creative and fun and interesting and environmentally conscious ("One persons trash is another persons treasure!") and not actually a by-product of our thin finances, but sometimes I wish I went to school dressed like any other girl, in leggings and a tee, maybe, with cute strappy sandals to highlight pink-polished toenails. Instead, I mostly look like a creature time forgot, dressed in old clothes that look like, well, old clothes. I drag on a skirt and a faded T-shirt and jam a ball cap on my head, because the water in the shower is starting to look suspicious, too, so a shower is out of the question. I brush my teeth like a demon in the bathroom and splash water on my face. Then, like I always do, I allow myself a minimum of three seconds to wonder: Who the hell is that? Where did she come from? Because the dark and straight hair is nothing like my mothers short, light mop. My freckles look like scattered dirt next to her creamy, blemish-free face. So much of me is from The Person Who Shall Not Be Named. So much of me is unknown. But here I am, and for now I need to get my mother in gear, get to school, make it through zero period and the little five-day-a-week shit-show I like to call "The Horror of Lupe Hidalgo," which, if I survive, leads to Bio, and to Kai Henderson, the very thought of whom makes my heart start to pound like a stupid, lovesick drum, and who is one of the things I need to talk to my mother about. Details ISBN1101934778 Author Kathleen Glasgow Short Title HT MAKE FRIENDS W/THE DARK Pages 432 Language English ISBN-10 1101934778 ISBN-13 9781101934777 DEWEY FIC Illustrations Yes Year 2019 Publication Date 2019-04-09 Imprint Delacorte Press Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2019-04-09 NZ Release Date 2019-04-09 US Release Date 2019-04-09 UK Release Date 2019-04-09 Audience Age 14 Place of Publication New York Publisher Random House USA Inc Format Hardcover Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:141731438;

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