Overview

Naomi was never going to be like her mother. The crazy highs and underground lows. Naomi was in control. When the time came she would be the perfect mother–nothing like her own.
On the day Carrie-Anne turned 16, she surpassed her. The girl-woman who gave away her own child. Her biological mother. Carrie-Anne got to 16 without making that mistake. That’s what she was, really–a mistake. And now the invisible threads tying her to the past are driving her to find out why and how it ...
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Invisible Threads

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Overview

Naomi was never going to be like her mother. The crazy highs and underground lows. Naomi was in control. When the time came she would be the perfect mother–nothing like her own.
On the day Carrie-Anne turned 16, she surpassed her. The girl-woman who gave away her own child. Her biological mother. Carrie-Anne got to 16 without making that mistake. That’s what she was, really–a mistake. And now the invisible threads tying her to the past are driving her to find out why and how it happened. After all, if you don’t know where you come from, how can you know where you belong?
But sometimes asking questions is harder than hearing the answers. And sometimes the answers don’t matter at all.
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Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up-Naomi, 16, became pregnant after her first sexual experience. Her story is told in alternating chapters with those of Carrie-Anne, the daughter she gave away, who, at 16, decides to find her birth mother. As a child, Naomi walks a fine line around her erratic single mother who expresses adoration of her one moment and verbally abuses her the next, blaming the girl for all her troubles. When free-spirited Lily and her two daughters enter their lives, Naomi glimpses what a healthier, more stable home life could be like and eventually moves in with Lily for the duration of her pregnancy. Carrie-Anne is adopted by a married couple who are also out of balance, and neither parent is equipped to deal with a rebellious teenager. Carrie-Anne reacts to their emotional detachment by fantasizing that her birth mother would love and appreciate her, and sets out to contact Naomi. Set in England, Invisible Threads is full of British slang and flavor and features characters who have no qualms about using profanity liberally. At times, the depiction of teenagers' hopelessness in the face of family dysfunction and social pressure to enter uncomfortable romantic and sexual relationships is dishearteningly vivid. However, in this intriguing study of two young women of succeeding generations, the major characters are sympathetically developed and multidimensional, and both Naomi and Carrie-Anne are able to see beyond their immediate circumstances and reach out to key adults for help.-Joyce Adams Burner, Hillcrest Library, Prairie Village, KS Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A deft, moving chronicle of two lives: 16-year-old Carrie-Anne, hostile and restless within her adoptive family, and Naomi, her birth mother, shown from young childhood up until age 16 when Carrie is born. Naomi has a dysfunctional mother with wild mood swings, so childhood is precarious and painful. Carrie-Anne seems to have had a tolerable childhood, but as a teen feels angry and confused. She infuriates her mum; the two clash hard, unable to connect, and Carrie sets out to the town where the never-met Naomi lives now. Chapters alternate between the two lives, with threads reaching across from one to the other. Each is first-person but they're unmistakably distinct: Naomi's voice is fluid and poetic; Carrie's chaotic and emotionally rocky. The dramatic difference between voices illustrates the very real distance between the two people. They don't meet-at least not yet-but Carrie-Anne finds some peace, and Naomi makes her inevitable choice. Easy to relate to, colorful and poignant. (Fiction. YA)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307433497
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 12/18/2007
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 1,401,997
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • File size: 273 KB

Meet the Author

Annie Dalton grew up as an only child in the English countryside during the 1950s. Her father would tell her fantastic stories, often with her as the principal character. This led her to the fantasy section at her local library, thus sparking a lifelong love of fiction.



Dalton went on to study at the University of Warwick and soon started writing.



Dalton now lives in Norfolk. She has three children, Anna, Reuben and Maria, and two grandchildren, Sophie and Isabelle.



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Carrie-Anne

Today I am sixteen years old. Today I have surpassed her.

Mum is all balloons and cream cakes.

"Come on, Carrie-Anne, love, smile!"

Click, flash, click, flash!

I am still not strong enough to claim my teenage right and roll my eyes, so I oblige, all eyes and teeth; I give her my best celebrity sparkle. With my mouth open and my teeth sharp I could devour her in one bite.

"Doesn't she look lovely?" My mum sighs, nudging my dad with a spiky elbow in his hard rib.

My dad grunts, a hog man hidden behind a broadsheet. He rustles his paper and gives me a pirate wink.

My dad understands me, because he knows my mum. We're comrades. I perform a perfect sashay towards the kitchen. I know my mum is watching my hips move softly side to side. She's envious of my ease and youth.

It's my birthday and I don't have to be nice.

Sarah's soaking cornflakes in a hand-painted Italian bowl. We've never been to Italy, but Mum thinks she can fool the neighbors into thinking our annual family nightmare in Devon is actually an art history tour of Tuscany. I curl my lip.

I'm sixteen today and I can think whatever I want.

Robert shuffles in, followed by a pristinely scrubbed Emma, my Jelly Bean. I am suddenly surrounded by three baby blonds. Sarah has soft curls framing a flower-fairy face. Her twin brother Robert's hair is short and spiky but fluffy like a duckling. Emma has Mum's hair. Fine strands of silk spilling down her back. A fairy-tale princess. She is sunshine.

I look at my golden brother and sisters and feel my darkness eclipse them. I am pitch black, brow and hair. The happy golden siblings are joined by their happy golden parents. Karen and Derek Harris.
Click, flash, click, flash!

"Come on, kids, put your arms around Carrie-Anne. Go on, Emma, give her a big birthday kiss."

If they're her kids, what am I? Her special baby? Her chosen child? I believed that until I was seven and friends began to pick and tease. I quickly realized that the translation and the truth behind my mother's words was: abandoned child, the trash baby who was thrown out with the rest of the crap.
This day, my birthday, reminds me that there is a woman out there, and by bone and by blood I belong to her. I am that woman's shame and regret.

Now I am sixteen and I have surpassed her. I've made it, I haven't messed up. I am clean and safe. I made it. The family history of Carrie-Anne and her mystery mum has a new chapter.

Click, flash, click, flash!


Naomi

I can hold you anytime I like.

"You can hold that little baby anytime you like." That's what the nurse tells me. She's not one of the hard-cop, soft-cop midwives I had before, just this Irish nurse with a tired face. She says it because she sees I'm upset.

Nine months, close as my own breath, now suddenly you're public property. I can't see you, just their backs in hospital gowns. They're sucking out your lungs with a tube as if you're a piece of plumbing.

"We'll take you onto the ward in a minute, then you can hold her anytime you like. You'll be sick of her by the time you get her home," says the nurse in a soothing voice.

They're still concentrating on you, like mechanics round an engine. The brutal sucking sounds make me want to snatch you back, but they have to do it. It's so you can breathe.

Oh God, oh God, suppose you couldn't breathe? And inside I'm praying, Be OK, baby. Please please be OK.

And you are, you are OK, because they lift me onto this trolley and cover me with a thin white blanket, and I get to hold you again. You're in a little nightie now and not so bloody, but your fuzzy hair is still black, deep jet black like a blackbird's feathers.

It's the first time we've met, yet suddenly we're rattling along corridors together, down ramps, in and out of lifts.

It feels dangerous, it feels out of control. Ceilings and light fittings fly over my head. Alarming sights jump out. Someone vomiting into a dish. Closed curtains with moaning going on behind. Over one woman's bed, a plastic bag of blood drains down through a tube.

The nurse sees me looking. She says, "You're lucky."

She can't have read my notes. I don't tell her I'm not lucky. I look at you instead. You're yawning just like a real person, looking into my eyes with a wondering expression, as if I am exactly the way you thought I'd be.

I touch each tiny curled finger with its perfect transparent fingernail. I stroke your black black hair.
"That'll rub off," laughs the nurse. "She'll be bald as an egg in a couple of weeks."

I'm not listening. I've had a startling thought. "It's my birthday!" I say. "I just remembered." I can't believe I almost forgot my own birthday.

The nurse sighs. "Being a mother will do that to you. Another few months and you'll forget your own name."

I'm still holding your finger. I want us to go on traveling down corridors like this forever, never arriving and always always together like this.

They've fastened a plastic bracelet around your wrist. A label inside says baby bird.
My baby bird, I think. My present from me to me.

Your eyelids glisten as if they've been smeared with Vaseline. I kiss them. You're my baby bird. My birthday present. My unforgettable sixteenth-birthday present.


I open my eyes. The mad clattering of the trolley, the careering sensation stops dead. It's one year later and I'm in a motorway cafe. It's completely bland and impersonal, which is why I chose it. No one to notice a girl sitting too long over her empty cup.

I keep my eyes on my watch. The gold hand flicks flicks around the dial. Around me, people come and go, wiping tables, setting down trays.

Flash!

I jump. Someone must be taking photographs. But it's just a knife catching the sun. Next time I look at my watch it's 4:30 p.m. You're born! You're out there in the world with your beautiful blackbird hair; somewhere with pink balloons and a cake with one candle and teddy bears. You're born and I can hold you anytime I like.

All I have to do is close my eyes.

From the Hardcover edition.

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