Nate made dangerous enemies in prison-a gang called Aryan Steel has put out a bounty on his head, counting on its members on the outside to finish him off. He takes her from the front of her school into a world of robbery, violence, and the constant threat of death. Louis Post-Dispatch Ī propulsive, gritty novel about a girl marked for death who must fight and steal to stay alive, learning from the most frightening man she knows-her father.Įleven-year-old Polly McClusky is shy, too old for the teddy bear she carries with her everywhere, when she is unexpectedly reunited with her father, Nate, fresh out of jail and driving a stolen car. *WINNER OF A 2018 EDGAR AWARD FOR BEST DEBUT NOVEL* If you are having trouble finding the link to add a new thread, try this. Please avoid all-caps, especially in thread topics, as it is considered SHOUTING. They are able to edit and improve the Goodreads catalog, and have made it one of the better catalogs online.Īctivities include combining editions, fixing book and author typos, adding book covers and discussing policies. Goodreads Librarians are volunteers who have applied for and received librarian status on Goodreads. Non-librarians are welcome to join the group as well, to comment or request changes to book records.įor general comments on Goodreads and for requests for changes to site functionality, try Goodreads Help or use the Contact Us link instead.įor tips on being a librarian, check out the Non-librarians are welcome to join the group as well, to A place where all Goodreads members can work together to improve the Goodreads book catalog.
I couldn't take those eyes seeing what's become of me, those eyes looking down at my hands and my chewed-up ragged nails.”Ī place where all Goodreads members can work together to improve the Goodreads book catalog. And I know that when you die there's not even darkness, and I know Mark and me won't meet on some cloud or in some pit of fire. Like he's sitting there next to me in the dark. I couldn't take those eyes seeing what's become of me, those eyes looking down at my hands and my chewed-up ragged nails.” “Sometimes I hear Mark laugh, and some days in the car the right song will come on the satellite radio and I'll feel him there tingling like a phantom limb.
“Sometimes I hear Mark laugh, and some days in the car the right song will come on the satellite radio and I'll feel him there tingling like a phantom limb.
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