A girl dies,
but her bucket list lives on.
Rebecca Blue is a rebel with an attitude whose life is changed by a chance encounter with a soon-to-be dead girl. Rebel (as she’s known) reluctantly completes the dead girl’s bucket list to prove that choice, not chance controls her future. In doing so, she unexpectedly opens her mind and heart to a world she once shunned, a world of friendships, family, and faith. With a shaken sense of self, she must reevaluate her loner philosophy–particularly when she falls for Nate, the golden boy do-gooder who never looks out for himself.
Coming Fall 2013 from Amulet Books/Abrams!
Excerpt from Chapter One
I aim my pencil stub like a pistol at my notebook. Bucket list sounds too normal. I lick the tip of my pencil and write, Goodbye, Rebel Blue.
“Oh, good!” Kennedy says with a perky flip of her pony tail. “You’re starting your bucket list. It’s a weird assignment but fascinating. You can learn a lot about people when you know the things they want to do before they die.”
I give her the you-are-annoying-the-crap-out-of-me look I reserve for Aunt Evelyn on her I’m-grounding-you-for-life days.
“I think about death sometimes and what happens next. I think people who live good lives on Earth go to good places when they die. Do you ever think about death?”
Yes. Right now.
“My grandmother died while she was having open-heart surgery last year. She flatlined for more than a minute, but the doctors brought her back. She said it was the most incredible sixty seconds of her life. She saw a golden light and a lady in gold and a tunnel with glittery gold bricks. Maybe that’s why my heaven is gold.” She’s so close, I smell her shampoo. Sunshine and citrus. “What color’s your heaven?”
Ignoring Kennedy is clearly not working. “Black,” I say. “The color of a world six feet under, with hundreds of gray squiggles, which would be worms eating at my decaying corpse.”
She draws closer, not repulsed. She should be repulsed. “You don’t believe in life after this one? You believe that this”—she waves at the kitty posters—“is all there is?”
“I believe you are a moron.”
“I understand.” Kennedy uses Lungren’s creepy counselor tone. “Talking about death and dying is hard for most people. Some people are afraid of death and what lies beyond.”
“I am not afraid of death, because there’s nothing beyond death. No feelings, no fear, no me.”
Her dopey grin fades away. “What are you afraid of, Rebel? Right here. Right now.” Her voice softens, but the sharpness, the brightness in her eyes intensifies. “Don’t tell me nothing , because everyone’s afraid of something.” I open my mouth, and she points an arrow-straight finger at my chest. “No lies.”
I almost laugh. Lies? Not in my world. “I’m afraid of being ordinary.”