Death by soccer? Say it ain’t so! Maybe Crossroads author Jonathan Lister does just that. Inside!
Nothing’s better than being on the _________ team
If you want to get as physically fit as possible while also being perpetually close to death, join the soccer team. My poor self was in the throws of two-mile nature runs and shuttles that shot me the length of the field and back again. I was comically terrible.
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There was a hot teacher … her/his name was …
If anything, there was a distinct lack of eye candy in the education department at my high school. I mean it was a barren wasteland of middle-aged teachers clutching their tenure in their nicotine-yellowed talons. I would’ve given anything for an attractive student teacher, and I can’t be the only one.
“Labels are funny things right? We cling to them out of a sense of orientation. We know we’re “”this”” thing, so that makes everyone else “”that”” thing.
Nerd? Geek? Jock? Snob?
I don’t remember what I was in high school other than not terribly cool — an understatement probably. Awkward, gangly, string bean-esque. My junior year, a friend of mine asked me to try out for a school play, because there just weren’t enough guys available to pull the show off. I got a bit part, and was encouraged enough try out for a play in the spring and actually got the lead. I went from anonymous to well known in the span weeks, only I still had no idea who anyone was that now “”knew”” me. ”
If I could do it all again, I would …
“Try really hard to learn math. That part of my brain is Kansas in the Great Depression; just populated with sad tumbleweeds and formerly fertile ground. If I knew math, I could get better SAT scores, circumvent the student loans and maybe do more with my education…or at least pay less for it in the long run.
Seriously kids, geometry and calculus are worth millions. Don’t sleep on the derivatives. You could rule the world some day. ”
Now, before we get to the last question, let’s look at AUTHOR’s book …
Werewolf. Bar bouncer. Dad. Standard traits for any self-respecting, reformed criminal, living under the radar in Demos City. For Leon Gray, normal is what he wants—for himself and his not-yet-changed teenage daughter.
Playing bodyguard to crusading reporter David Hastings would totally ruin Leon’s peace, especially since Hastings has hired killers on his trail, pros who know how he takes his espresso in the morning, and where Leon lives.
The payoff, though, would fill up Shauna’s empty college fund, and in a battle between opportunity and ordinary, money wins. He just has to keep Hastings alive long enough to cash the check.
If only he didn’t have to save his daughter, too.
As a budding wolf, she’s piqued the interest of a local pack Alpha—one Leon knows will steal Shauna right out from under him the first chance he gets.
Leon isn’t about to give up on his daughter or Hastings, and will fight for both longer than it took Demos City to see werewolves as equals to humans.
He can only hope it doesn’t take a thousand years.
Favorite one-line review about the book
the author went to a lot of effort to give the characters depth and enough backstory to make them really interesting and pop out to the reader
Favorite 6 sentences from the book
“You want to turn my bar into a safe house for this fugitive?” Jenny’s hands move from her hips to cross in front of her chest. I’m losing this argument in record time. What I’m saying is I’m losing this argument to the point where it doesn’t even classify as an argument. The referee needs to step in and call this one.
“I’m not a fugitive,” Hastings pipes up out of nowhere. “I’m a journalist.”
My eyes roll up into my head.
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But before you go, one last question …
If my parents knew I did ____________________, they’d have grounded me forever.
Let’s just say there was a summer where my parents went to Italy, and the majority of my friends were of alcohol-buying age. I dare not say more, but there’s a stain on an old couch that resulted from someone throwing an open beer bottle instead of just handing it to the person. We learned a lot of things that night, including how difficult it is to drag a grown man with a trash can on his head up a flight of stairs.
Congratulations, Jonathan! Good luck with Crossroads!
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