Book & Author Details:
No Such Thing as Perfect by Sarah Daltry
Publication date: December 11th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
Publication date: December 11th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
Synopsis:
College was supposed to be perfect. She was supposed to be perfect.
For Lily Drummond, life is about following the rules. To be specific, her mother’s rules. College fit into the plan – maintain perfect grades, date the perfect guy, and live the perfect life. On her own, though, Lily realizes that she doesn’t actually have a plan. Without being told what to think and do, she keeps making mistakes.
Away from home, the perfect facade is beginning to shatter. When Lily herself starts to break, it’s the support of an unlikely friend that teaches her how much of a lie perfect really is – and how to be whole on her own terms.
For Lily Drummond, life is about following the rules. To be specific, her mother’s rules. College fit into the plan – maintain perfect grades, date the perfect guy, and live the perfect life. On her own, though, Lily realizes that she doesn’t actually have a plan. Without being told what to think and do, she keeps making mistakes.
Away from home, the perfect facade is beginning to shatter. When Lily herself starts to break, it’s the support of an unlikely friend that teaches her how much of a lie perfect really is – and how to be whole on her own terms.
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Excerpt
Rocks
were complicated. I wouldn’t have thought so, but I’d studied for weeks because
there were just too many kinds of rocks. I didn’t understand all the variations
in rocks and how they were formed, but I kept making the flashcards. It didn’t
stick, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I had never done poorly on anything.
I was only ten, but rocks would be the death of me.
‘Explain
the difference between slate and shale.’ I’d stared at the question for half
the exam. I had been almost certain one was sedimentary, but I didn’t know
which – and the other could have been anything. I knew these had to have been
in my notes and on my flashcards, but after a while, the words became little
dancing letters on the page, as sensible as if the question had asked me about
folk art of the indigenous people on Neptune. They were words – something that
had always been reliable – but these words were going to ruin me and I couldn’t
make sense of them.
It
didn’t surprise me, of course, when Mr. Grunyan came to my desk with my test
paper folded over. We all knew what that fold meant. When you did well, no one
hid the results. They were displayed in massive red ink next to a sticker, but
when you failed… well, the hidden number or letter didn’t matter because we all
knew what the fold meant.
“You
made a mistake,” I said when he handed it to me, his eyes sad because I tried
hard. I wasn’t the kind of student a teacher wanted to see struggle, because I
did my work and I paid attention and I never complained. But being polite doesn’t
mean you know shit about rocks.
“I’m
sorry,” he said and I believed him. The apology wasn’t going to fix it, though.
There, under the dreaded crease, was something I only imagined from books I’d
read. At ten-years-old, you don’t expect to see an F on a test, especially when
you study. Three red scratches, but they were three scratches that screamed,
‘you’re not perfect.’ And that wasn’t an option.
“But-”
I couldn’t argue, though. I had wasted the exam time on shale and slate and
left a bunch of answers blank and even several of the ones I did fill out were
wrong. I had failed.
Failure
was an abstract concept. I knew to fear it. I knew it meant I wasn’t good
enough and I knew that it would be some kind of record of that imperfection,
but having never experienced it, I didn’t really understand it. You only failed
if you didn’t try, if you didn’t work hard enough, but to fail when you had
done everything you could was something you could feel in your soul. Every
doubt inside your head was confirmed in that one letter, because you knew
someday you wouldn’t be able to keep up and there it was, laid out like a
bleeding injury on a white test page.
AUTHOR BIO
Sarah Daltry is a varied author, known best for the contemporary New Adult series, 'Flowering', a six-title series that explores the complexities of relationships, including how we survive the damage from our pasts with the support of those who love us. Although the books are no longer in print, they are being rewritten and redeveloped for future publication. Please visit Sarah's website for more details.
As a former English teacher and YA library coordinator, Sarah has always loved Young Adult literature and 'Dust', an epic fantasy novel where romance blends with the blood and grit of war, is her second official foray into YA, following the gamer geek romantic comedy, 'Backward Compatible'. Most of Sarah's work is about teens and college students, as it's what she knows well.
Sarah's passion in life is writing - weaving tales of magic and beauty. The modern and vast social networking world is an alternative universe that she makes infrequent trips to, but when she does, readers will find her attentive, friendly and happy to discuss the magic of stories and reading. Please stop by and say hello anywhere Sarah is online! You can find these places at http://sarahdaltry.com
Sarah has moved back and forth between independent and traditional publishing. Her first novel, 'Bitter Fruits', is with Escape, an imprint of Harlequin Australia, and she signed with Little Bird Publishing in the spring of 2014.
Sarah has also written 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,' a reimagining of one of her favorite poems in a contemporary setting.
She is an obsessive Anglophile who spends more time watching BBC TV than any human being should, as well as a hardcore gamer and sarcastic nerd.
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