After his twin sister, Minnie, dies in an accident, Emmitt’s world goes sideways. He’s lost his best friend and it feels like the family is falling apart without her. But Minnie was an organ donor and Emmitt soon receives an anonymous thank you letter from one of the transplant recipients. Inspiration strikes, and he decides
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Tour: Ray Vs the Meaning of Life by Michael F. Stewart
“Stewart presents readers with a dynamite coming-of-age story … A tale spins its answer to an age-old question into an inclusive, hilarious, and thought-provoking yarn.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review) —— Grandma’s Last Will and Testament names Ray to inherit the trailer park. It’s a million-dollar estate with one hitch: to prove he’s not as aimless as
Tour: The Boy Who Swallows Flies by Michael F. Stewart
Winner of the Claymore Award! Warning – Rated Kids-Only for Bug Violence Jarrod can view the memories of any bug. He just has to eat it. It’s not the tastiest of superpowers and, let’s face it, fly memories aren’t all unicorns and rainbows. Eating insects also doesn’t net him many friends, and Bug-boy is an
Tour: Counting Wolves by Michael F. Stewart
The Breakfast Club meets Grimm’s Fairy Tales in the lair of an adolescent psych ward. Milly’s evil stepmother commits her to a pediatric psych ward. That’s just what the wolf wants. With bunk mates like Red, who’s spiraling out of control; Pig, a fire-bug who claims Milly as her own—but just wants extra dessert—Vanet, a
Tour: Keep in a Cold, Dark Place by Michael F. Stewart
Reaching for her dream, Limpy unleashes a cute, fluffy, NIGHTMARE … Keep in a cold, dark place. That’s what’s written like some ancient law on every bag of potatoes the family farms. And it’s where Limpy fears she will always remain. It’s also carved on a box of spheres she discovers in the cellar. Spheres
Tour: Assured Destruction by Michael F. Stewart
You can learn a lot about someone looking through their hard drive… Sixteen-year-old Jan Rose knows that nothing is ever truly deleted. At least, not from the hard drives she scours to create the online identities she calls the Shadownet. Hobby? Art form? Sad, pathetic plea to garner friendship, even virtually? Sure, Jan is guilty