I am presently in Vermont teaching at VCFA or Vermont College of Fine Arts. If you've never heard of the place, you should know that they have many amazing MFA programs including Writing for Children and Young Adults, which is the program I'm around for.
That was an awful sentence, but I don't care. I just traversed pure ice for cafeteria eggs and bacon. Bonus: I get to drink as much orange/cranberry juice as I want. From now on I want you all to call me "Captain Vitamin C." Say it with vigor. CAPTAIN VITAMIN C!
Also, in using my Yak Trax for the first time, I learned that A. they really work, and B. if one doesn't wash one's hands after using said Yak Trax, one can accidentally put rock salt in one's mouth, and C. rock salt tastes disgusting.
So. You're here for the cover reveal and so am I.
Before I reveal the cover of GLORY O'BRIEN'S HISTORY OF THE FUTURE, I'd like to kvetch about my own title. There is a word with two apostrophes in it. One word. Two apostrophes. And I'd like to apologize to anyone who might have to type said title because it's awkward. Sorry.
But it's her history of the future, and her name is Glory O'Brien, so since apostrophes give ownership, we're stuck. Here's an interesting fact about me. My biggest grammar pet peeve is the misplaced apostrophe--usually used to pluralize a noun. There was a restaurant down the road from my last house that read, "Tuesday nights: $5 Bloody Mary's" and every time I drove by that sign, I would yell, "Bloody Mary's WHAT? What does Bloody Mary OWN?"
Shoot. I went off track.
So the cover.
Really, first you should know about the story, so here's what the back of the ARC says:
WOULD YOU TRY TO CHANGE THE WORLD
IF YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD NO FUTURE?
Graduating from high school is a time of limitless possibilities—but not for Glory, who has no plan for what's next. Her mother committed suicide when Glory was only four years old, and she’s never stopped wondering if she will eventually go the same way...until a transformative night when she begins to experience an astonishing new power to see a person’s infinite past and future. From ancient ancestors to many generations forward, Glory is bombarded with visions—and what she sees ahead of her is terrifying.
A tyrannical new leader raises an army. Women’s rights disappear. A violent second civil war breaks out. And young girls vanish daily, sold off or interned in camps. Glory makes it her mission to record everything she sees, hoping her notes will somehow make a difference. She may not see a future for herself, but she’ll do everything in her power to make sure this one doesn’t come to pass.
In this masterpiece about freedom, feminism, and destiny, Printz Honor author A.S. King tells the epic story of a girl coping with devastating loss at long last—a girl who has no idea that the future needs her, and that the present needs her even more.
Note to all people who have hair like the model in the above picture: I want your hair. I've always wanted your hair. If I'm to believe what I've heard about people and hair, you've probably always wanted curly, unruly hair like mine. I will never understand why we want each other's hair, but it doesn't erase the fact that I want your hair.
So there you have it.
I hope the rest of your week is awesome.
And I hope to never taste rock salt again.
And I hope Bloody Mary finds her five dollars.