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by Elizabeth Scott

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Megan survived the plane crash—but can she survive the aftermath? An intense, emotional novel from the author of The Unwritten Rule and Between Here and Forever.

Megan is a miracle. At least, that’s what everyone says. Having survived a plane crash that killed everyone else on board, Megan knows she should be grateful just to be


Megan survived the plane crash—but can she survive the aftermath? An intense, emotional novel from the author of The Unwritten Rule and Between Here and Forever.

Megan is a miracle. At least, that’s what everyone says. Having survived a plane crash that killed everyone else on board, Megan knows she should be grateful just to be alive. But the truth is, she doesn’t feel like a miracle.

In fact, she doesn’t feel anything at all.

Then memories from the crash start coming back. Scared and alone, Megan doesn’t know whom to turn to. Her entire community seems unable—or maybe unwilling—to see her as anything but Miracle Megan. Everyone except for Joe, the beautiful boy next door with a tragic past and secrets of his own.

All Megan wants is for her life to get back to normal, but the harder she tries to live up to everyone’s expectations, the worse she feels. And this time, she may be falling too fast to be saved...

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
When Meggie walks away from a plane crash—the sole survivor of the small craft’s explosive landing in the forest—she is labeled a miracle by her family, friends, and small town. But Meggie, a high school senior, doesn’t feel like a miracle; in fact, she doesn’t feel much of anything. She goes through the motions of her life and pulls back from everyone, unable to remember the details of the crash yet haunted by them—sometimes literally, as when she “sees” fellow passengers at school and home. Scott (Living Dead Girl) offers a remarkable portrait of the isolation and struggle of post-traumatic stress disorder, and Meggie’s narration consistently reflects the hollow emptiness she feels as she burrows deeper into herself. Margaret, an older woman who goes to Meggie’s church and served in Vietnam, is the first to see that all is not right with Meggie, and Meggie almost feels like herself when she’s with her gorgeous neighbor Joe. Meggie’s final catharsis is powerful if graphic. A painful story of being changed, but not destroyed by a trauma. Ages 14–up. Agent: Robin Rue, Writers House. (June)
From the Publisher
"Scott (Living Dead Girl) offers a remarkable portrait of the isolation and struggle of post-traumatic stress disorder... A painful story of being changed, but not destroyed by a trauma." —Publishers Weekly

"Scott crafts a realistic portrait of a teen suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.... Fans of stories about teens who overcome emotional damage...will immerse themselves in the finely told tale of unimaginable tragedy." —Booklist

Kirkus Reviews
Megan goes from being an ordinary teenager at soccer camp one day to a living miracle the next--with all the heavy baggage that comes with it. When Megan emerges from the embers of a plane crash with barely a scratch, she is hailed a miracle. However, when Megan returns to her small, rural hometown, she feels overwhelmed by both the onslaught of well-wishers and the slowly returning memories of the crash and its victims. Megan is most challenged by her parents, who are unable to see beyond her miraculous escape and fail to recognize that she is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and seriously needs help. Finding solace in strange places, Megan befriends her attractive playboy neighbor, Joe, who carries his own baggage, and a woman from her local church who is a Vietnam veteran. These two relationships enable Megan to see that she is not the only one carrying a tremendous burden and that she need not carry it alone. In addition to Megan's PTSD, this text tackles tough topics including homophobia, complicated family dynamics, alcoholism and death without flinching or sugarcoating. Told through the perspective of a well-defined and likable protagonist, this text shines a bright light on the importance of mental health. (Fiction. 15-18)
Children's Literature - Magi Evans
The only survivor of a small plane crash, Megan is considered a miracle by her parents. But while her survival may have been a miracle, Megan herself has trouble living up to the label. A victim of severe post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), Megan cannot remember anything about the crash, and her well-meaning parents simply pretend that everything is fine. The PTSD negatively impacts her life as she spirals downward, gives up soccer, ignores her friends, and skips school. She is haunted by the people who died in the crash, and endures survival guilt in addition to the PTSD. But when things are at their worst, Megan finds two unlikely allies in her struggle: first, a woman whose partner suffered from PTSD after returning from Vietnam, and then the boy next door, shunned by the community because of his alcoholic father. Before she can accept help Megan must first admit the truth about her condition. Megan's story cannot help but evoke compassion and understanding on the part of readers. While the content may be difficult to read about, the book is impossible to put down, and the hopeful ending is gratifying. The author's note reveals that she herself has PTSD, and she lists an excellent website for readers who believe they may suffer from this condition, or know someone who has it. This book is a must for any library serving teens. Reviewer: Magi Evans
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Everyone thinks high school senior Megan Hathaway is a miracle-everyone except for Megan. Even though she is the sole survivor of a plane crash, she cannot remember what happened and struggles to feel anything but a dull numbness. She wonders, "Why had I lived? And why-why wasn't I happy about it?" Even though she desperately wants things to go back to normal, that seems impossible, especially when friends, neighbors, teachers, and church members treat her as though she is special. Megan continues to pull away from her family and friends. She suffers from nightmares, apathy, and her own memories. Her connection with the handsome but troubled boy next door and friendship with a Vietnam War veteran help her work toward recovery. While the topic of post-traumatic stress disorder is admirably addressed, the plot and characters remain underdeveloped. Megan's passivity illustrates the behavior of someone handling the aftermath of a tragedy, but it also makes it difficult to empathize with her even as she transitions out of depression. Despite its faults, this book deals with a subject rarely seen in teen literature and could be beneficial for someone who has PTSD.—Elizabeth C. Johnson, Multnomah County Library, Portland, OR

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Simon Pulse
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5.82(w) x 8.34(h) x 0.83(d)
HL750L (what's this?)
Age Range:
14 - 17 Years

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The next day I waited.

I waited in my room, in the dark, for the sun to come up. I waited for homemade waffles for breakfast. I waited while David claimed his leg hurt, limping to the front door, and Dad said, “David, no one has time for this. Please stop acting like your leg is going to fall off and go wait for the bus. I need to take Meggie to school.”

“Everything’s always about Megan,” David said, then glared at me and slammed the front door as he left.

At school, I waited while Dad checked my car to make sure it was running okay.

“It’s fine,” he said, and I waited while he hugged me goodbye and drove off.

In school, I waited for every class to end. I drew squares and circles in my notebook. I took a test in French, leaving blank spaces for my answers and flipping the paper over instead. I drew a map of the school, the cafeteria at the center with four enclosed hallways branching off at each corner, one outside hallway connecting them all. A square within a square, I thought, and drew in all the doors. I knew where every exit was.

I erased the map before I turned the test in.

On the drive home I waited to float up out of my body or for Walter or Carl or Sandra or Henry to show up in the passenger seat.

Nothing happened.

At home, I ate fish-shaped cheese crackers while lying on the kitchen floor. From where I was, the happy ducks on Mom’s dish towels were upside down, their dancing feet looking more like they were flailing, trying to find somewhere to land.

When I got tired of looking at them I sat at the kitchen table and waited for David to come home. I left the kitchen when he came in. We didn’t say anything to each other. I’d waited for that too.

At night, David ran into the bathroom just when I was getting ready to go in and brush my teeth, laughing as he locked the door.

I opened it—the door only had a button lock, and it would pop if you pushed the handle down hard enough.

He glared at me when I walked in. I ignored him and picked up my toothbrush.

“Give me the toothpaste,” I said.

“No. I’m using it.” He was loud, and we both heard Mom get up, heard her footsteps on the stairs.

He grinned at me, all teeth, and then yelled, “Ow! Meggie, don’t hit me!”

I stared at him, at his open mouth, his angry eyes, and then leaned toward him, putting my free hand on the back of his neck. I could see both of us in the mirror over the sink.

“Shut up,” I said quietly, not moving, but what I really wanted to do was smash his face into the sink, have Mom walk in and see me doing it, see my face as it looked right now.

David stared at me in the mirror, his eyes wide and afraid, and then broke away from me and ran out of the room, his toothbrush and the toothpaste hitting the floor.

“David Jacob,” I heard Mom say out in the hallway, and then, “David, come back here!”

“What happened?” she said to me, coming into the bathroom. “Did you two fight?”

I shrugged and she turned away, went into David’s room. I could hear him crying when she opened his door.

She came back into the bathroom when I was rinsing my mouth out. “He says you told him to shut up.”

I spit into the sink and waited. Now something would happen. I knew David would tell Mom what I’d done.

I knew he’d tell her what he’d seen when he looked at me.

“Meggie, I know he wants attention and that it can be hard, but no matter how much he tries to upset you, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t . . . you shouldn’t say things like ‘shut up.’ It’s just not nice.”

I stared at her in the mirror. She was fiddling with the ends of my hair, tucking them under so the lengths matched. “We should drive up to Derrytown and get your hair trimmed. Would you like that?”

She didn’t look at me as she said it, and I knew she wasn’t going to say anything else. She knew something had happened, that David had seen something in me, something messed up, broken, and she didn’t want to know what it was. She didn’t want to see it.

She wouldn’t see it.

I had to get away from her then. I put my toothbrush down and moved past her, walking downstairs. I yanked open the front door, the night air warm on my face.

“Sweetie,” she said, running after me, and for a second I felt something hopeful flare inside me. I turned toward her.

“Here,” she said, and handed me my sneakers and a pair of socks. “You can’t go out barefoot. And don’t come home too late, okay? You know how your father worries.”

That was it. That was all she said. It was night, I was going running again, and she—I yanked the shoes away from her and left.

I ran. I put on my shoes in the driveway and then flew down it. The trees were nothing to me now, just dark shadows, and what was a shadow?

Nothing; it was nothing and I’d known my parents wanted the crash to have left me whole, wanted to believe I was fine. That it had even somehow made me special.

I’d never thought that if they knew something was definitely wrong with me, in me, they’d pretend it away.

But that’s what had happened. What was happening.

I ran all the way to the center of town and then out past it, pushing one hand against my side to try and stop the stitch that had formed there.

It didn’t work and I ended up having to stop, panting. My side hurt bad, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. Reardon didn’t have much in the way of streetlights, and there were only faint pools of light coming from people’s houses, tiny half-moons on their lawns that didn’t quite reach me. I kept waiting for the dark to bother me, for the sound of the wind blowing softly through the trees to break me.

It didn’t happen. I liked being in the dark. I liked not being seen. I walked and walked, ended up on the edge of the road that circled around town, running from the hills behind Reardon Logging’s offices into town and then back up into the hills on the other side, leading to the Park Service offices. And the airport.

I kicked at some loose gravel on the side of the road, and then moved to avoid a truck coming around the corner. It was Mr. Reynolds’s. I could tell just by the sound. When he got a job driving tractor trailers, the first thing he did was buy a new truck and fiddle with the muffler so that every time he turned the engine over you could hear it all the way down the street. Supposedly he spent a lot of time driving by his ex-wife’s boyfriend’s place for a while.

After he passed, I started jogging back toward town. Mr. Reynolds must have been to see Beth because he only ever did two things when he was home. He either sat in his house and drank, or he drove up to Beth’s grave and drank. Her grave was in the town cemetery, which was up the road from where I was when the truck had passed me.

It was like death was everywhere I went. I shivered and stopped jogging. I wasn’t even back in town yet, but I just—I didn’t feel like going anywhere. I was standing in what everyone called the fire zone, a gap that circled Reardon, serving as a buffer between the town and the forest. Reardon had been built that way because the settlers that first came here were from another logging community, and they’d lost everything when a fire set to clear some of the forest ended up destroying their town. It had been called Reardon too.

I would have sat down, but the road out here was just gravel and there was no grass beside it, nothing but dirt and prickly weeds. It was a nowhere place and I liked that, stood there because it felt like it was where I belonged.

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From the Publisher
"Scott (Living Dead Girl) offers a remarkable portrait of the isolation and struggle of post-traumatic stress disorder... A painful story of being changed, but not destroyed by a trauma." —Publishers Weekly

"Scott crafts a realistic portrait of a teen suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.... Fans of stories about teens who overcome emotional damage...will immerse themselves in the finely told tale of unimaginable tragedy." —Booklist

Meet the Author

ELIZABETH SCOTT grew up in a town so small it didn't even have a post office, though it did boast an impressive cattle population. She's sold hardware and panty hose and had a memorable three-day stint in the dot-com industry, where she learned that she really didn't want a career burning CDs. She lives just outside Washington, D.C., with her husband, and firmly believes you can never own too many books.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First, I would like to say that I am a 16 year old girl who is a very active reader. I like that Elizabeth Scott is not afraid to write about things that are hard for people to talk about. For some unknown reason, I have always been drawn to books that have characters with PTSD. This book certainly did not disappoint. Characters: I loved most of the characters in this novel. The only ones I wasn't fond of were Megan's parents. They were in denial the whole novel which bothered me. My favorite character was Joe, Megan's neighbor. He sees Megan the way she wants to be seen, not as a miracle but as a regular person. The fact that he is incredibly handsome and dedicated also helps. Plot: I thought the plot was well thought out and executed. The memories frm the crash were integrated into the story very well. I didn't feel as though the author had to force them into the story. Every memory had a trigger, and they were logical, not random, triggers. Negatives: Just like any novel, there were grammatical errors. I don't think that I have read one without grammar mistakes. I also felt that the author was trying to shove to many issues into the novel. It seemed as though every single character had a problem in their life. Sure a couple off characters with similar problems are fine, but I can remember at least 5 or 6 other characters with major problems. I felt like the other characters problems took away from the main point of the novel. This novel is very emotional. I found myself crying several times throughout the whole book. At the end of the novel, Megan remebers everything about the plane crash. I could not quit crying at that part; my mom walked in my room as I was reading this part, gave me a funny look and walked right back out my door. I would recommed that you read this book. If you do not like emotional books, please do not read this novel.
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Icecream18JA More than 1 year ago
Megan is considered a miracle child for surviving a plane crash almost entirely unscathed. All of the other passengers perished in the horrible plane crash, but Megan was lucky. Megan doesn't know what to make of it; she doesn't consider herself any more special than before and is more confused than anything by her stroke of luck. She begins to feel worse about her survival and proving to others that she deserved to survive. Her next-door neighbor, Joe, knows what loss is. Joe experienced loss first hand and never quite recovered, his family blames him. Joe and Megan seem like an unlikely match, they don't exactly get along perfectly. However, the reader will be rooting for them, they clearly need each other. Megan is supposed to heal from the accident, but she doesn't even know why-technically, she is fine on the outside. The reader will enjoy watching their relationship slowly grow and develop. The other characters serve to push the plot along, especially when there is a slight lag. The idea of being a lone survivor of a plane crash is certainly interesting and will always make the reader think "why that one character?" The author does a great job of capturing Megan's confusion and fear after the accident. The novel has a persistent undertone of ambivalence and guardedness. This book is recommended to young adult/teen readers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago