Radiateby Marley Gibson
Hayley Matthews is determined to be the best cheerleader she can. She works hard and pushes herself 110% all the time. Then Hayley finds a lump on her leg. The diagnosis is cancer. The prognosis is unclear. She could lose her leg. Or maybe her life.
At first Haley is scared, terrified. In an instant, everything she’s worked for seems out of reach. But/p>… See more details below
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Hayley Matthews is determined to be the best cheerleader she can. She works hard and pushes herself 110% all the time. Then Hayley finds a lump on her leg. The diagnosis is cancer. The prognosis is unclear. She could lose her leg. Or maybe her life.
At first Haley is scared, terrified. In an instant, everything she’s worked for seems out of reach. But Haley is strong. She’s going to fight this disease. She will not let it take her life or her dreams.
"If you are a cancer survivor, please read this book. Smile, cry, and cheer like I did. It will make you feel great to be alive. If you are not a cancer survivor, please read this book and know that everything that Hayley goes through, and her reactions to it all, are genuine. Her story will make you feel great for Hayley to be alive.
Very rarely am I inspired by a work of fiction. Radiate is truly inspirational."--Andrew D. Carlson, author of Sue's Fingerprint and Sue's Vision
"Radiate shows readers that the power of positive thinking can change lives!"--New York Times bestselling author Simone Elkles
"Whether she's writing about teen ghost huntresses or a cheerleader battling cancer, Marley Gibson has such a distinctive voice. I have never read a writer with a voice as characteristic and consistent. Love it!" - Jennifer Echols, author of GOING TOO FAR and FORGET YOU
"Radiant is a word that aptly describes this new novel by Marley Gibson. Hayley’s startling journey as a teen fighting cancer is intense and astonishing and I found myself caught in the tight grip of hope and determination. A story as extraordinary and as powerful as this one will affect the reader long after the book is finished, especially after knowing the source of the author’s inspiration."--Colleen Houck, New York Times best-selling author of Tiger's Curse. "This book is about a tough and fun and cool cheerleader, who still keeps cheering after her diagnose, and tries to maintain a normal life, the only right [thing] to do in this situation, and I can only cheer, cheer, cheer for Hayley's positive attitude and the positivity that radiates through this amazing book! I loved the way it was written, thumbs up to Marley Gibson! Impressive and highly recommended!!"--Marjoleinbookblog
"Challenges readers to embrace the power of positive thinking in the face of life's obstacles."--School Library Journal
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"If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up or Fight Like Hell."
You know how you always think there’s something . . . more?
Like there’s something else you can be doing? A way you can put yourself out there more. An effort that will plant you in the spotlight and make people finally recognize that, "Hey, you’re special."
Sure, your parents tell you that all the time. They’re supposed to. It’s, like, in the parents’ handbook they get when they take you home from the hospital. Still, it’s not the same as acceptance from the general public, and more specifically, your peers. Not that I’m narcissistic and need to be told this every hour of the day like Chloe Bradenton in my class does. But right there, who or what decided that Chloe Bradenton and others like her get to be special while people like me . . . just exist?
Chloe’s a cheerleader; she dated the quarterback off and on; she’s been on the homecoming court all three years of high school and will probably be voted queen our senior year. Total cliché; then again clichés are clichés for a reason. She thinks everyone’s pea-green with envy of her and her lot in life. I’m not jealous of her—seriously, I’m not. I just want the same opportunities, you know? Is that too much to ask?
For my three years in high school, I’ve semi-anonymously played my trumpet in the Polk High School marching band. Not even my own trumpet, but one handed down from my big sister, Gretchen, who’s ten years older than me. She gave it up way back when she was in tenth grade and lost interest and started hanging with kids Mom called "the rogue element." I wanted to play something delicate and beautiful like the flute. However, my parents said I should take a shot at the trumpet since we already owned one. I made the best of it, took lessons, and excelled with my lipping and fingering. I’m pretty damn good, if I must say so myself. Got the "Best Brass" trophy two years in a row. (Please . . . no comments.) And band’s been fun. What can I say? I’ve got an itch, though. I want to expand my horizons and get the full high school experience however I can. Where’s the rule that says I can’t take my own stab at something . . . more?
Okay, I want to be popular. I’ll admit it. What teenager doesn’t?
I’m not a social leper at all . . . but again, I just feel like there’s something else I can be doing.
I want to be seen and not just blend into the other hundred who are dressed in red and blue polyester uniforms. I don’t want to be part of one cohesive, marching unit.
I want to march to my own drum.
So, one Saturday afternoon while watching Bring It On on DVD for like the kajillionth time, I thought of the craziest thing I could do, the one thing that no one in his or her right mind would expect out of me.
I tried out for varsity cheerleader.
And I made it.
Me. Hayley Matthews. A virtual no one to a well-known.
I got my wish.
I got popularity.
And that . . . desired more.
In fact, I got a hell of a lot more than I ever bargained for—something that stopped me in my tracks.
A diagnosis that would change my present and bring into question my future.
A challenge of epic proportions to overcome.
The need to find hope when everything seemed hopeless.
This is a story of how cheerleading saved my life.
"Everyone has inside him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!"
I nailed it!
That was the best damn round-off back handspring I’ve ever done!
Beads of sweat roll down my back as I pump my fists in the air in time with the adrenaline coursing through my limbs. Nothing can stop me. Across the gym, at the long table ahead of me, I can see that the judges are impressed with my efforts, as well. Pencils move furiously over score sheets, and I beam from ear to ear as I quickly move into a perfectly executed herkie. It should be perfect . . . I’ve been practicing for weeks on end. I stretch my fingers out to meet up with my pointed right toe before landing back on the gym’s shiny parquet. My Nikes hit the floor with a firm thwack, and I move into my next jump.
With the agility of a jaguar leaping through the jungle, I wind up and hurdle myself into the air, elongating my legs in front of me in the pike position. My arms parallel in the air with my legs until the tips of my fingers again touch my outstretched sneakered toes.
My tryout partner, Shelly Kingsford, slips behind me and plants her Reebok in the middle of my back as she climbs up onto my shoulders. I grip her calves and adjust into a tall, straight position, balancing her hundred and eighteen pounds just so. Looking up, I watch as she pulls her left foot to her right knee to strike the star pose. I don’t swerve or teeter as all of her weight goes to my right side. I just smile that eye-squinting grin of mine and yell out along with Shelly, "Go, Polk, Go!"
She jumps forward to dismount and lands flawlessly with me catching her around the waist for stability. Again, the judges nod their approval and continue to make notes on the score sheets.
I stand at attention with my hands fisted on my hips while Shelly does her tumbling run. Cartwheel. Cartwheel. Cartwheel. Ugh . . . what is she doing? She was supposed to do a cartwheel into two back handsprings. We’d practiced it for weeks. What is she thinking? You totally have to show the judges more agility than just a cartwheel, which you learn, like, in kindergarten.
Poor Shelly. I hope they won’t deduct points because of her lackluster tumbling. She didn’t even do them that well, hesitating between each one. Can’t think about it, though. I have to finish our routine. I have to make sure I do everything right.
The music begins and blares out a Techno beat. We snap into performing the dance we’ve both spent hours rehearsing. I pop. I snap. I crunk. Moves I’ve honed in front of my bedroom mirror in the late-evening hours, much to Mom’s chagrin—especially when the chandelier in the dining room started shaking. I laugh. I smile. I wink. But most of all, I have fun. The groove of the music pumps through my veins, fueling me on.
After our dance routine, we barely have time to catch our breath before Shelly and I line up together to execute a formal school cheer. This part is about the precision of our moves, our silent clapping with cupped hands, and the ability to project our voices throughout the gym.
I have no problem with the latter. My dad has always called me "the Mouth of the South." He took me to an Alabama vs. Auburn game once (Roll Tide!), and he said I was the loudest out of more than a hundred thousand people. Today, it’s going to play to my favor.
I clap my hands together. "Our team. Ready?"
"Okay," Shelly says with me.
Pop. "Our team . . . is great"—arms tight; fingers straight—"and, we just can’t wait"—legs locked—"to show"—left hand fisted on hip; right arm forward, pointing—you . . . just how"—spin; slap arms to side—"we rate." Knee to chest; arms pumped out front. "We’re"—step forward—"Number"— index finger pointed to the sky—"One!"
Another herkie into a spread eagle. And more cheering as I advance on the judges, urging them to root, root, root for the Patriots with me, my voice carrying much farther and louder than Shelly’s meeker one. Two of the three judges clap along while the third nods his head and smiles. All three of them are from the squad across town at Maxwell State University. They totally know their stuff. They’ve finaled in the college nationals the last three years in a row.
Perspiration moistens my skin in an exhilarating sheen of accomplishment. Shelly and I embrace, stoked that we got through the tryout and relieved that it’s over. We grab hands and run back to the locker room where the other girls are waiting—those who’ve gone before us and the two teams still left to go.
Ashlee Grimes hands me an iced bottle of Aquafina from the cooler at the end of the bench. "How’d it go?" she asks.
Gulping the delicious water, I wipe my mouth and say, "That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life."
Ashlee giggles. We’ve been good friends since fifth grade. And, even though she was a cheerleader last year and I was in the band, we’ve managed to stay tight. She’s been so helpful since I shocked her with my idea to quit band and do something . . . more. She’s even been mentoring me through the whole practice sessions leading up to tryouts. "If you make the squad, tryouts will look like a piece of piss compared to actually being a varsity cheerleader," she says with a nod. "How did you like it?"
"I loved it!" I say without hesitation.
It’s no lie. It’s a high like nothing I’ve ever felt. Belting out the school fight song on my horn never gave me this feeling. This is so much better than cheering up in the stands in my band uniform while the short-skirted girls on the field perform gymnastic stunts, pyramids, and dances that get the whole crowd into the game.
The next team of Melanie Otto and Lora Russell gather their things and head out to face the judges. It seems like a year and a half before they return, exhausted and sweaty. When they collapse on the bench, the last pair to try out vanishes out the door.
A quiet Shelly fingers the label on her water bottle. "I don’t think I’m going to make it."
My head snaps. "Why do you say that?"
Her orangy curls are starting to escape her high ponytail. "I think the band is more my speed. I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. Marching and formations aren’t nearly this exhausting. You know, I quit gymnastics freshman year because of the bruises and muscle ache. I swear, Hayley, I’ve never been so tired . . . ever. My heart is still racing from all that exertion."
I didn’t exactly talk her into this. When I told her I was going to try out, she thought it would be "fun." Now I frown at her. "You know cheerleading’s hard work. It’s one of the toughest sports out there," I say passionately. "It’s gymnastics, dance, cheers, pyramids—you have to be in top shape."
"I know," she says with a nod. "I don’t think I’m up to spending my entire summer working out and practicing all the time instead of hanging by the pool. Band camp lasts only two weeks. Besides"—she pauses dramatically and drains her water bottle—"I totally botched my tumbling run."
"You did not," I lie.
Her blue eyes lack confidence. "We’ll see."
The adrenaline rush from my routine still surges through me, and I can’t sit still. I tap my left foot up and down impatiently, waiting for the last team to return to the locker room. The tension is so thick in here, you could butcher it into a dozen prime steaks and serve it at the football banquet. Everyone is a nervous wreck.
Everyone except Chloe Bradenton.
She’s sitting on the bench by the back wall with her legs stretched out in front of her. She’s got her iPhone and is busy texting as if she hasn’t a care in the world. Then again, she probably doesn’t. Her dad is the president of the bank, and her house on Parrot Peak is the most expensive one in Maxwell, Alabama. I don’t hate her or anything—I barely speak to her—but everything just seems to come easily to her. She didn’t even break a sweat in her tryouts. Her makeup wouldn’t dare run, and her thick black hair wouldn’t think of coming out of that slicked-back ponytail.
Suddenly, she lifts her ice green eyes and steadies them on me. For a second, it’s as if I’m going to burst into flames from the hatred she’s throwing at Shelly and me. I know perfectly well how she thinks us "band types" should "stay in our place." She made that perfectly clear during tryout practice when she was teaching the cheers to everyone. The odds are totally against us in this day and age when newbies rarely make a cheerleading squad. But thanks to graduating seniors, there are spots available. I believe in beating the odds.
Being a good Christian girl, and hearing my mother in my head saying to "love thy enemies," I smile back at Chloe. Not that I’m any threat to her or consider her an enemy. Funny thing is, we used to be friends back in elementary school when we were both in Brownies. And in seventh grade, we spent our spring break together at Dauphin Island at her parents’ place, cooking barbecued shrimp and floating in the Gulf of Mexico on noodles. Our grandmothers were best friends growing up—and still are—but Chloe and I just slid into different cliques when we reached high school.
The closest we’ve been to interacting with each other was last year when I got the chickenpox from her. Her little brother had the chickenpox and then gave them to her. While she was out, I dropped off some homework from our computer class at her house. That had to have been how I got the nasty skin rash. I’d never contracted the childhood disease in, well, childhood, so, at sixteen, I was sick as a dog. The pox were everywhere—in my eyelids, in my nose, in my mouth, in my stomach—everywhere. I couldn’t eat or even keep liquids down. It was nasty as all get-out. I missed two weeks of school because of it.
The door opens and Janine Ingram, one of the school’s librarians and the cheerleader sponsor, pokes her head in. "They’re ready for y’all."
My heart skips like five beats at her announcement. This is it. No matter what, I tried, right? I worked hard and put my best foot forward. But I want this soooo badly. I want to spend my summer practicing cheers and building pyramids and learning how to split to the left (’cause I can only split to the right). I want to wake up early and go for a jog to stay in shape. I want to work out on the school’s weight equipment to bulk up my strength. That way, I can lift my partner, whoever she may turn out to be, like she weighs nothing at all.
I don’t want to report to band camp and march in the three-thousand-degree heat, getting a farmer’s tan, marking time, and standing at attention while the gnats land on my face. I don’t want to memorize formations, commands, and music. I don’t want to be hidden under a band hat—not in my senior year.
I want everyone to know who Hayley Matthews is—and that I’m here to make my mark!
Okay, in my head, I talk a good game, but on the outside, my palms are sweating, my hands are shaking, and I feel like I could totally throw up the half a grilled cheese and six Cheetos I managed to nibble down at lunchtime.
My heart is slamming inside my chest, and nausea bubbles in my tummy and up into my throat.
Mrs. Ingram claps her hands. "Come, come, girls! The judges are waiting!"
We all scurry out into the gym and stand in two lines, no order to the mayhem. I wonder if the girls who were cheerleaders last year are as nervous as I am. Does confidence zip through their system or is there worry? If Chloe Bradenton is any indication, they all know it’s in the bag. It’s very unlikely that a former squad member won’t repeat in making the team. That makes the chances of me snagging a spot even smaller.
I stand next to Shelly, taking the end spot of the first row. The three cheerleaders from Maxwell State University hand over a sheet of paper to Mrs. Ingram. It’s done. The decision is final. These judges have tallied their scores and made their choices.
Mrs. Ingram steps to the microphone, and I tense up to wait and hear how I’ll be spending my senior year.
Will it be back in the marching band? Or will there be something more for me . . . ?
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"Challenges readers to embrace the power of positive thinking in the face of life's obstacles."School Library Journal
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MARLEY GIBSON is the author of all of the Ghost Huntress books, and co-wrote The Other Side with Patrick Burns and Dave Schrader. She lives in Savannah, GA, and can be found online at www.marleygibson.com or at her blog, www.booksboysbuzz.com.
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Caution: Some language in this book may not be suitable for all readers. ¿So I only have one word to describe this book. Awe! I am totally in awe of the strength and courage of Hayley! Radiate is the story of Hayley Matthews who in her senior year of high school wants to do something more with her life. She has been in the high school band and made it through most of her high school years unnoticed. But she is tired of blending in. She wants to finally stand out! To be noticed. To do something MORE! So she trades in her trumpet for a pair or pompoms. Despite the challenges of being a cheerleader, she pushes herself to excell in her sport. Little does she know that her body is fighting against her. After a few weeks of practice, she notices a pain in her leg, but thinks that it is from all the extra exercise from practice. So she ignores it as best she can and keeps pushing forward, until one day she notices a knot on her leg and finally tells her parents. After a couple doctors appointments, and harsh diagnoses, her mother calls in Hayley's uncle who is a doctor to get his opinion. He tells them that he believes that she has osteosarcoma. He helps them to understand some of the things that will be involved in fighting this disease and helps them find a doctor he feels will be the best match for them. Hayley says goodbye to her friends and heads to the UAB Hospital to begin her fight. Though she spends most of her summer there, she tries to stay optimistic. She doesn't allow herself to feel sorry for herself or wish her diagnosis on anyone else. She is going to fight this. She is going to win! Even after her surgery, she continues to prepare herself for the cheerleading season ahead. She will not let cancer stop her! She watches videos of her squad practicing their routines. She even goes to a practice with a local squad that came to visit her in the hospital. She is determined that she will be part of her squad and be the best cheerleader she can be. With all her focus on doing this, cancer never even has a chance to consume her mind. She never really lets it in. But there are so many obstacles that she is going to have to over come. Will she be able to find the Something More she was looking for? Will she continue to be able to be a part of her squad after she surgery? Well I guess you will just have to read and find out, cause that's all your getting out of me!!!
The book cover gives you the idea that the book is about a cheerleader-well she is, but not the average high school cheerleader that you see in movies and such. Hayley Matthews has a dream to be popular. And now she is. But then she is diagnosed with cancer, and she finds out that you dont need a boyfriend to be popular. And you are very fortunate in many ways. This book is very inspirational and is a very good read for Young Adults
Hayley is such an inspiring character. She's so positive and I'd hope that if I ever got cancer, I could keep that kind of attitude. This is more than a book about cancer though, it is a book about survival, the bonds of family, and about living to fight another day so that you can do what you love. Hayley was so strong, and it kinda inspired me to be a better person. She went through so much more than I have and I've been much more down than her, but I love that she still made time for others, and didn't get so focused on herself. I related to this book because even though there is nothing wrong with being a "band geek" or a "jrotc nerd" which was exactly what I was, and mostly happy about it, I wondered occasionally how the popular side lived. It was neat to read about someone crossing that divide, being able to fit in and loving what she does. Not only is Hayley a great main character, I also enjoyed Lora and Gabriel. They rang true to me, and I would love to have friends like them. This book is very emotional at times, I was tearing up at a few parts, and I think that Ms. Gibson did a good job being descriptive, moving the plot along, and making me connect with the characters. It made it even more awesome that Ms. Gibson wrote from experience and her personal life, and the foundation that she started.
Reading Radiate was an emotional experience for me. The emotions expressed in the book are so much the ones I felt going through my own battle with cancer. She captured the experience & emotions as only someone who has been through the experience can. She brought the reader into the story & showed the strength, courage & even the faults survivors go through in dealing with the disease. The quotes she used throughout the book inspire hope & can be applied to everyday goals. I would recommend this book to anyone going through a rough time & in need of a shot of encouragement. This book truly inspires! ~ Maria (8 yr survivor)
I've read all of Marley's Ghost Huntress books and really loved them. Had no idea I could love something even more but I did with Radiate. This book is totally wow. I mean, it's good as a YA book with rich, relatable characters and a premise that is totally believable. And then I find out it's based on Marley' - the authors - real life story and her battle with cancer as a teenage cheerleader. That means she knows where she's coming from and what she's talking about. I thought the swirling emotions going on with Hayley were extremely real and true to her situation. Of course she's going to have good and bad days when she's fighting cancer but she approached things in a positive manner 'cause all she wanted was to get back to cheerleading which totally made sense for a kid that age. I think this book will mean a lot to teens going through any kind of hardship like difficulties in school, an illness of their own, troubles at home, etc., as well as adults who can see what their kids go through and how they react to adversity. If I could give this more stars, I would. Ten of them. Twenty even. Buy the book. It's amazing and uplifting and heartwarming and REAL. Kudos to Ms. Gibson for opening her heart and sharing this very personal story.
A wonderful read, very uplifting!
I've been hearing about this book for months and have been dying to read it. I was able to get my hands on a couple early from Marley at an event. Once I started reading I just couldn't put it down. A fictional story based on the real events that happened in Marley's life, the reader connects with the characters. I've always loved Marley's characters because you can connect with them, and understand them. I've already recommended the books to friends. This is an amazing and inspiring story of how not to give up with faced with adversity and to keep going even when faced with something that is bigger than you. A truly uplifting story that should be read by cancer fighters and cancer survivors.
Read this book you absolutely will not regret it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Awesome read, really inspirational! While I'm probably not the target demographic for this book (I'm a 33 year old Male!) have to say I enjoyed it immensely. You will find yourself rooting for Haley the whole time. I've been going through some tough times in my life, although nothing like the challenges Haley faced, but her story inspired me to look at things in a different way.... and that with a positive attitude many things are possible. If you like cheerleading or just want to read something inspiring, this book is for you! It would also make a great gift for teenage readers, as well!
I absolutely loved this book. Hayley's positive thinking is so inspiring and this book really makes you think. Cancer is a serious illness and this book really shows how positivity and a caring, loving family can get you through anything.
This is an amazingly inspirational story! Hayley is a strong young woman and she's a true role model. A great read for all ages!
I Loved Radiate! Haley is such a strong character, especially with what she has to go thru. It's very inspirational, even if you're fighting other health issues besides cancer. Marley must be a strong person going thru this as a teen. Marley is a great writer & I'd read her books anytime!!
My Overall Thoughts/Impressions: First off, I'd like to thank netgalley and the publisher for sending me an e-galley of this book in exchange for my honest opinion. Secondly, I'd like to say I was hesitant to read this one. Somebody very close to me was diagnosed with cancer several months ago. This person is now in remission and is expected to make a full recovery. However, ever since then I've avoided reading books or watching movies about cancer. This book was an exception. I had heard such beautiful things about this book and decided that I needed to check it out. I started this book not knowing what to expect. I ended up loving it. This book didn't make me cry, instead it left me impressed by how strong people can be. Hayley Matthews endured this whole experience with a grace and a determination that I know I couldn't have possessed while facing such an immense challenge. The story read so flawlessly. I even had to remind myself at times that I was just reading. It just felt so real. I enjoyed reading this book immensely and know it will stick with me. In Summary: A poignantly written book that I absolutely adored reading and one that I definitely recommend to fans of young adult realistic contemporary fiction. Warnings/Side-notes: Some swearing and instances of strong language and references to alcohol. However, for the most part fairly clean. The Wrap-up: This novel wasn't anything like I thought it would be and yet it was so much better. I think that this novel was powerfully written and beautifully portrayed. Love, Danica Page
Hayley is a great character and I think its a very truthful look at how someone goes through a diagnosis of cancer. Marley actually says she wrote this based on her own dealing with cancer as a teen and I can believe it. The emotions are raw and you feel drawn to keep reading page after page to hear what happens next. There is some strong language used in the book, but it fits with the raw emotions that are felt, so I can kind of see its use. What I love is how strong she is, how she is driven to make cheerleading not just an activity, but a reason for her survival. If that ever happened I can only hope to have Hayley's courage and outlook. She is a character that anyone can love.
This book gets you at the core. It tugs at your heart and brings tears to your eyes. Hayley Matthews is a fighter, plain and simple, and she won't let anything stop her from her goal of being a varsity cheerleader. Now, people might think this is a vapid or shallow goal, but when you're a teenager and achieve the accomplishment of high school "royalty" like being a cheerleader, this is big business. Now imagine doing that, but being tamped down by cancer. Cancer! Not many of us would be able to handle cancer the way Hayley did. She faced it head on, never letting it get the best of her, or breaking her. Sure, she has her moments of "woe is me" and letting the tears flow, but overall she handles it with determination, a can-do attitude, and the desire to never let it knock her down. Great secondaries in her parents, Nan and Jared, her partner, Lora, Lora's uncle, Ross, and the boys, Daniel and Gabriel. I hated putting this book down and when I got to the end and read the note from the author's mother, I was astounded to see it was based on the author, Marley Gibson's, own battle with cancer when she herself was a high school cheerleader. Cheerleading is a tough enough sport without throwing in the challenge of cancer. I applaud Hayley Matthews and I applaud Marley Gibson for bring the YA genre a book that has teeth, one you can sink yourself into, cheer along, and radiate. Well done and highly recommended.
I want a little sibling
A plump, motherly brown shecat ran in. She curled around the kit, and licked it, keeping it warm. She found two strong sticks roughly the size of a kits leg, then washed the wounds. She tied dock, marigold, and the stick together tightly with cobweb, as a splint.
* watches from the trees*
Sneaks in, grabs stillkit and runs to false result 2.
I love this book and reccomend to all. Ive read it like 15 times. No lie. Thats how amazing it is! This book is truly inspiring and Marley defanatly did a wonderful job. I predict many medals and awards for this book :) ~Jayne
Just a few years after the legendary battle bewteen the Courier, the Legion, and the NCR at Hoover Damn, Vegas erupted into conflict once more. Trade routes became blocked as Deathclaw nests sprung up, the NCR left all it's citizens in the Mojave to fend for themselves, and the Legion travelled East to New Mexico, ignoring Nevada.<br>As the Mojave Wasteland fell into anarchy, people travelled East. They fled to Utah. Utah was the converging point of three powers: the Enclave, the Brotherhood of Steel, and The Silent. Salt Lake City is a haven to raiders, and the ever-reclusive Silent. The Brotherhood controls a Vault, and the Enclave controls the towns of New Haven and Eden. The Utah Wasteland is oncredibly dangerous, and filled woth opportunity. It is even said that an unopened vault lingers still in Utah. Adventure, fame, power, wealth, love, whatever your desire, it waits for you in Utah.
INCREDIBLE STORY of overcoming lifes obstacles. All the more remarkable that this story is based on the authors own true bout with cancer as a teenage cheerleader. RADIATE will have you cheering by the end!