Is it that time of the week already?? Time has been flying lately! This week's teaser comes from a book I have been anxiously waiting to read, You Against Me, by Jenny Downham.
About the book:
If someone hurts your sister and you're any kind of man, you seek revenge, right? If your brother's been accused of a terrible crime and you're the main witness, then you banish all doubt and defend him. Isn't that what families do? When Mikey's sister claims a boy assaulted her at a party, his world of work and girls begins to fall apart. When Ellie's brother is charged with the crime, but says he didn't do it, her world of revision, exams and fitting in at a new school begins to unravel. When Mikey and Ellie meet, two worlds collide. Brave and unflinching, this is a novel of extraordinary skillfulness and almost unbearable tension. It's a book about loyalty and the choices that come with it. But above all it's a book about love - for one's family and for another.
"Coming in," he shouted. He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself. It made her smile. Shs recognized that male bravado from Tom, convincing yourself at the same time as you convinced everyone else Her dad did it with maps.
He tucked his knees and jumped like she had. He yelled, all arms and legs, and a splash so big she had to turn her face away. When she looked back he'd disappeared beneath the water. She watched the bubbles and waited.
He came up gasping for air. "God, it's cold." He looked as if he was crying as the water clung to his eyelashes and dripped down his cheeks.
"Feels good though, eh?"
She swam to him, smiling. "Can't you handle it?"
He splashed her. She splashed him back. He tried to dunk her but he didn't know she was fast and could get away from him easily. She let him almost catch her, then sank beneath the surface, came up behind him and dunked him first. She swam away laughing. She floated on her back and looked at the sky. She hoped she looked thin and in control. The way her lungs stretched and accommodated made her feel like an athlete.
"I like how you know things," he said, and he looked right at her.
"I like a lot about you, in fact."
It sounded like such a line, she laughed.
"Your lips are blue," he said.
He reached across and touched her mouth with his fingers as if he could brush the cold away. And it was astonishing the things her body did in response--her heart racing, the crazy adrenaline rush. She wanted to kiss his finger. Or lick it. She wanted him to put it in her mouth.
"You don't exactly look warm yourself," she whispered.
"Maybe we should get out then."
But neither of them moved.