Wednesday, May 16, 2018

P is for Pearl

By: Eliza Henry Jones
Image result for P is for PearlLocation: FIC JON
Genre: Young Adult- mental health


'P is for Pearl is a complex, authentic exploration of grief, friendship, mental illness, family and love, sensitively written by a writer whose voice will resonate with teen readers.' - Books+Publishing

Overall P is for Pearl is a beautiful read on so many levels. Every word on the page has been crafted to be savored again and again. With themes as varied as trauma, grief, mental illness, friendship, contemplation and the ever-changing definition of family, it is not hard to be swept up.- Michael

From the talented author of the celebrated novels In the Quiet and Ache comes a poignant and moving book that explores the stories we tell ourselves about our families, and what it means to belong.

Seventeen-year-old Gwendolyn P. Pearson has become very good at not thinking about the awful things that have happened to her family. She has also become used to people talking about her dead mum. Or not talking about her and just looking at Gwen sympathetically.

And it's easy not to think about awful things when there are wild beaches to run along, best friends Loretta and Gordon to hang out with - and a stepbrother to take revenge on.

But following a strange disturbance at the cafe where she works, Gwen is forced to confront what happened to her family all those years ago. And she slowly comes to realise that people aren't as they first appear and that like her, everyone has a story to tell.



“My mum would dress herself up in scarves and nothing else and dance around the backyard.
Sometimes she’d light a fire. Or climb a tree. She’d whistle and sing and yell at me to join her until everything inside me hurt with the effort of refusing her.

She was a whirlwind. A rushing, spinning impossibility.

She called me by my middle name and always told me that I was destined for great things, and even back then I knew that I’d disappoint her. I knew that I was exceptionally ordinary. I just didn’t know how to tell her and then, quite suddenly, it was too late to tell her anything.”
 

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