"A soaring tale of life and love, of sacrifice and renewal, and learning to see people as they really are."
Maggie Sanders might be blind, but she won't invite anyone to her pity party. Ever since losing her sight six months ago, Maggie's rebellious streak has taken on a life of its own, culminating with an elaborate school prank. Maggie called it genius. The judge called it illegal.
Now Maggie has a probation officer. But she isn't interested in rehabilitation, not when she's still mourning the loss of her professional-soccer dreams, and furious at her so-called friends, who lost interest in her as soon as she could no longer lead the team to victory.
Then Maggie's whole world is turned upside down. Somehow, incredibly, she can see again. But only one person: Ben, a precocious ten-year-old unlike anyone she's ever met.Ben's life isn't easy, but he doesn't see limits, only possibilities. After awhile, Maggie starts to realize that losing her sight doesn't have to mean losing everything she dreamed of. Even if what she's currently dreaming of is Mason Milton, the infuriatingly attractive lead singer of Maggie's new favorite band, who just happens to be Ben's brother.
But when she learns the real reason she can see Ben, Maggie must find the courage to face a once-unimaginable future...before she loses everything she has grown to love.
OMG this book is one incredible book. I have no idea how to explain this book to you that is how good it is.
Can you imagine you have it all, school, great friends, and great family? Well Maggie Sanders has it all until she loses her sight and with that she loses her friends and her dreams of being a professional soccer player. Being in the dark for Maggie will not tear her down and will not discourage her from living her life.
So she decides to do a prank and when she is caught she gets in a lot of trouble but in getting in trouble Maggie meets Ben a 10 year old fun loving boy who loves life. With Ben by her side Maggie will take a look at what she wants out of life and how she is going to peruse it.
This is a must read for everyone to read and re-read!!!
About The Author:
I write teen stories about characters who set up camp in my head and refuse to leave.
Generally they are sarcastic.
I'm represented by the half-guru, half-rockstar Kathleen Rushallat Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
Random facts about me:
I've lived in Montana, Northern and Southern California, Florida, the Big Island of Hawaii, Tennessee, Connecticut, Oahu, and (now) Maryland.
All my books start out on lined paper, the backs of grocery-store receipts, and napkins.
I'm crazy in love with my husband.
I'm also in love with grumpy old people and Dark Chocolate M & Ms. Not necessarily in that order.
I don't squish spiders; I carry them out of the house.
If you see me coming at you on a bicycle, run away. Quickly. I'm two-wheel challenged.
My two college-aged sons are my heroes.
Robert Burns, the guy who wrote the song we sing at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve (Auld Lang Syne)? That guy? He's my great great great (?) grandfather.
Find me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest, and check out my interviews with my fellow debut authors.
Because you all have asked (and because Barnes & Noble is awesome):
Barnes & Noble will be carrying signed copies (preorder and otherwise) of The One Thing either by email request ( firstname.lastname@example.org ), or by phone ( 410-638-7027 ). Please direct inquiries to the lovely Tina Bianca.
April 2, 2015
Today you can find one of my deleted scenes (or part of one, anyway) over on the Fall Fifteeners blog! Check it out here.
Fall Fifteener deleted scenes
I’m not going to point fingers or anything, but some of us (ahem, me), tend to get a smidge wordy in our stories. I mean, who can blame us for overwriting? As authors, we have a nerdy love affair with words. Problem is, many of these words don’t quite eke their way past the firestorm of revisions, and in the end, they end up crammed into some dusty file in our laptops and never see the light of day.
Today we—the wordiest of the Fall Fifteeners—are sharing them:
Marci Lyn Curtis from The One Thing
When I was in the third grade, Trevor Wilson dared me to eat a fish eye. Well, it wasn’t technically a dare, but he submitted to me that there was “no way in hell” I’d be able to eat it, so it had felt like a dare. If he were a normal eight-year-old boy, I probably would have just ignored him. But, in fact, he was not. Trevor was the very same tumbleweed-headed douchebag who had repeatedly tripped Sophie during soccer practice, so there was no question as to whether or not I’d accept his dare.
Anyway, it happened at school, during recess, where all great dares take place. I was sitting on a swing, chatting with a classmate, when Trevor Von Douchebag stuck his obnoxious, fish-eye-holding hand in my face and said, “Sanders, there’s no way in hell you could eat this fish eye,” and without even fully considering it, I said, “Oh yes, I can,” and he said, “Prove it,” and so I plucked the thing off his hand, tossed it into the back of my mouth, and swallowed. Just like that. My stubbornness, I discovered that day, was superior to my circumstances.
Mackenzie Lee This Monstrous Thing
I had never played billiards before. Oliver was rather good at it, though I didn’t have a clue where he’d learned—probably something he’d picked up from his mad friends in Paris. Mary outdid us both though. She won the first two games, Oliver the next, and I was so bad it was embarrassing. By the fourth I was growing weary of being beaten and announced I was going to sit it out, but Oliver wouldn’t hear it. “Don’t be sore just because you aren’t good.”
“Thanks for that. Now I’m really keen to stay in.”
“Come on, Ally, don’t quit.” He scrubbed chalk over the top of his cue and grinned at me across the table. “You might make a shot yet.”
“You aren’t helping.”
“Come on, Alasdair.” Mary stepped around the table so we were side by side and put her hands on the table. “Don’t sit out, it won’t be fun without you.”
I put my hands next to hers, flat with my fingers splayed. “I’m awful.”
“It’s your first time. You’ll get better.”
“Get your fingers off the table,” Oliver called from the other end. “You’re putting me off.”
Diana Gallagher Lessons in Falling
I have never lost a game of Manhunt.
Cassie isn’t patient enough for hide-and-seek in the dark. She would rather be found, squealing and laughing. She’s always been the best at pulling people near her, people who want to hear her stories or kiss her.
I’m the best at hiding. Slipping into small spaces, knees and elbows covered in dirt. We gave up Manhunt three summers ago. But I am still that girl with her back pressed against the tree, listening to receding footsteps.
Ann Jacabus Romancing the Dark in the City of Light
(In a dodgy part of Paris)
Greasy Mardi Gras masks and beads dangle above the entrance; ratty soccer pennants, musty stuffed birds and other detritus are nailed to the smudged walls and ceiling. It’s the kind of place that probably still sports a Turkish toilet—a porcelain hole in the floor. As if to confirm her suspicion, the smell of urine hits her. The only other patron is an older woman in a bedraggled fur cape who slumps at the far end of the wooden bar. She gives them the evil eye and mumbles what sounds like “ne me parles pas, Justine,”—don’t talk to me, Justine.
Don’t worry, Summer thinks.
Kurt is chucking. He’s taken one of the few cramped tables.
“Can I have some whiskey?” Summer asks at the bar. The wizened, brown-skinned guy squints at her through his glasses. He doesn’t respond. “Du whisky? S’il vous plait.” Without taking his eyes off her, he shoves a stained carte at Summer, the list of wines and a few snacks.
He pours a single glass. “Two,” she says. “Deux.” She holds up two fingers then points to Kurt at the table. The man squints, then pours more in the same glass. “Deux verres. Two glasses.” Clearly a card-carrying idiot.
She takes the glasses to the dusty table. Kurt says, “Remember, they hold up one finger and the thumb, for ‘two’ here.” He demonstrates, making the “L” for loser.
Marci Lyn Curtis grew up in Northern California, where she went to college and met an amazing guy in a military uniform. Two college-aged kids and one dachshund later, she lives in Maryland, where she laughs too loudly and eats peanut butter off spoons. Her YA contemporary debut, The One Thing, comes out September 8th, 2015 via Disney-Hyperion. Learn more about her at Marcilyncurtis.com.