Lily Luchesi Redirect
Hello There! If you’re hunting for Lily Luchesi’s website, it exists, I promise, but for some reason, her YASH post is missing so I am subbing in for her.
Lily was on Team Gold this season and is hosting the always awesome…
EMIL SHER
Board books. Picture books. Young adult novels. Stage plays for young and old. Emil has his toes in many waters and his hands in many pies.
Featured Book!
Check out his book YOUNG MAN WITH CAMERA
A picture is worth a thousand words
YOUNG MAN WITH CAMERA Cover Copy
YOUNG MAN WITH CAMERA is about a young man who must make a moral choice about crime and punishment, a gifted photographer who stands at a crossroads and must choose between what he knows to be true and the price to be paid for staying silent. This is a story about a boy, his camera and a singular perspective that gives him an uncommon strength.
Bonus Material
Are you looking for YOUNG MAN WITH CAMERA Bonus Material? Then you’re in for a treat. Check out these THIS DELETED SCENE being offered up during the Spring 2020 YASH!
Ryan the Speechless.
It was all I could think about on the way home. Now he knew what it was like. What it was like to want to say something but not say it, so that all the words stay inside and get all tangled up.
Cat-Got-Your-Tongue Ryan (and you can bet Ryan would skin that cat alive if he ever caught him, even though There’s more than one way to skin a cat, as Mr. Binsley would say, though he stopped saying it after some parent phoned Bubbles Brezhnev and made a stink about animal rights). I never thought I’d see the day.
Ryan, his mouth sewn real tight, staring at Lucy, not saying a word after she called him Gutless. Silent Ryan. I kept expecting him to look like Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park, all wound up, ready to explode. But instead Ryan kept staring at Lucy with this dead, zombie look in his eyes, like all the anger had been poured out and all you’re left with are empty eyes waiting for a refill.
I would have kept on thinking about Ryan but then I heard it.
A siren.
And then I saw it.
An L-3 rescue pumper. It can pump up to 2000 gpm.
It came barreling down the street. It’s like the truck was Moses and everything in its way was the Red Sea. By the time I got to the building there were firefighters heading into the lobby and others looking busy as bees. I didn’t see any smoke. I didn’t smell anything either. A woman next to me looked up at the top of the building.
Nothing, she said. I could tell she was disappointed. Not a lick of flames. No smoke, neither. She shook her head. Nothing.
It’s like she was waiting for some amazing high wire act and all she got was some lame ventriloquist whose lips moved.
She sucked on her teeth. A waste of time. She pointed to the front door. Three firefighters were heading back to their truck. Mine and theirs.
I knew what she meant but I didn’t want to say anything. The last thing I wanted was to start chatting with Miss-I-Want-My-Money-Back. I could tell she was the type that would talk my ear off, smack her lips, and then start on the other ear. Besides, she wasn’t really expecting me to say anything. She wasn’t like Lucy. This was a one-way conversation.
I could have been home, watching TV. But when I heard the sirens I came right over, expecting…
She held out a hand and looked up and down at the building and sighed. Every brick was a disappointment.
Expecting more than this. She shook her head again. Much more.
She turned around and walked away. She patted a firefighter on the shoulder. A Sorry for troubling you pat. He gave her a What the heck? look but she didn’t notice. She kept on walking.
I looked back the building. I didn’t blame it the way Miss-I-Want-My-Money-Back did. But I was hoping for some flames. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt or freak out about a lost pet or end up on television, bawling their eyes out. But I like fires. I like how they have a mind of their own. I like how you have to take them seriously. I like how they grab your attention.
The firefighters gathered their gear and drove off. I looked at the silent sirens on top of the truck and thought of Silent Ryan.
He wouldn’t stay silent for long.
All the Links
There you have it! If like me, you are sucked in already, you can buy the book HERE! Check out more on Emil’s Website, Twitter, or Instagram.
Don’t Forget the Secret Number!
And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books by Team Gold and the other teams as well!
Oh, one interesting fact I forgot to mention. This year is a big one for me. Not only am I celebrating my 25th anniversary with my hunk of a hubby, but I’m enjoying a milestone year.
Though we were never able to have any kids, we have had three lovely little pet dogs. Two toy poodles and one sweet doxie. All their names end in a Y. They are Bitsy, Prissy, and Murphy (the doxie). If you add the ages of the current two living dogs, Bitsy and Murphy, you get…
17!
Thank you for visiting my blog as a redirect. Are you ready to move on to the next author on the Spring 2020 YA Scavenger Hunt? Up next on the Gold Team is JOSHUA DAVID BELLIN!
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