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Some girls say no. Some boys don't listen.

When Grace meets Ian, she's afraid. Afraid he'll reject her like the rest of the school, like her own family. After she accuses Zac, the town golden boy, of rape, everyone turns against her. Ian wouldn't be the first to call her a slut and a liar.

Except Ian doesn't reject her. He's the one person who looks past the taunts and the names and the tough-girl act to see ...

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Overview

Some girls say no. Some boys don't listen.

When Grace meets Ian, she's afraid. Afraid he'll reject her like the rest of the school, like her own family. After she accuses Zac, the town golden boy, of rape, everyone turns against her. Ian wouldn't be the first to call her a slut and a liar.

Except Ian doesn't reject her. He's the one person who looks past the taunts and the names and the tough-girl act to see the real Grace. He's the one who gives her the courage to fight back.

He's also Zac's best friend.

"A bold and necessary look at an important, and very real, topic. Everyone should read this book." — Jennifer Brown, author of Thousand Words and Hate List

A gut-wrenching, powerful love story told from alternating points of view by the acclaimed author of Send.

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"Some Boys belongs in every YA collection." - School Library Journal

"A bold and necessary look at an important, and very real, topic. Everyone should read this book." - Jennifer Brown, author of Thousand Words and Hate List.

"You will be satisfied at the end of this powerful work. " - RT Book Review

"A largely sensitive treatment of an emotionally complex topic. " - Kirkus

"Some Boys is an emotional and heart wrenching story that sheds light on rape and bullying." - Christy's Book Addiction

"Some Boys is a great little book." - The Starry-Eyed Revue

"Some Boys is smart, heartbreaking, horrifying and courageous... A must read." - Confessions of an Opinionated Book Geek

" I highly suggest trying to read Some Boys by Patty Blount if you're looking for a more mature YA romance dealing with serious issues." - Aya M. Productions

" I don't usually read reviews before I read a book, but a blogger that I like posted a non spoilery review and I knew that I had to read Some Boys immediately." - YA Book Addict

"5 stars. Very well-deserved! This book did quite a number on me - unlike most books (contemporary or not), this one made me FEEL, and feel really strongly." - The Eater of Books

Kirkus Reviews
2014-06-30
In an instructive and carefully drawn tale, Grace, who has been raped, develops a tentative relationship with Ian, a friend and teammate of her rapist.Grace has been ostracized and taunted by classmates ever since she publicly accused a popular boy named Zac of raping her at a party. Ian is grounded after driving home from a different party drunk and running his dad's car into a mailbox. Both Grace and Ian get in trouble with school authorities for angry outbursts, and both are assigned to clean lockers during school break. The two are drawn to each other, but mistrust and misunderstandings abound. Grace and Ian narrate alternating chapters, and questions commonly asked in the aftermath of rape are answered with details that feel true to the characters. For example, Grace wears leather boots, studded cuffs and short skirts as a reaction to her sweater-set-loving stepmother and also because the clothes make her feel tough. A scene in which Grace dons Muslim garb to protest the way girls are judged by their appearances and offends Khatiri, an Afghani classmate, feels out of step with the rest of the book, particularly when Khatiri later shows up to offer Grace support. Readers will find themselves rooting, however, both for the romance and for Grace's and Ian's growth. A largely sensitive treatment of an emotionally complex topic. (Fiction. 14-18)
School Library Journal
08/01/2014
Gr 9 Up—If you saw Grace Collier walking down your high school hallway you'd likely step out of her way. With her "ass-kicking" studded boots and leather wristlets people think of Grace as a girl who can take care of herself. Which is why no one believes her when she claims Lacross star and ultra-popular man on campus, Zac, raped her at a party. Some Boys starts roughly one month after Grace is assaulted, and is told through her perspective and that of Ian, Zac's best friend. When Grace and Ian are thrown together to complete a Breakfast Club—style spring break detention, the two are both forced to relive the events of the party. What starts out as mutual hatred quickly turns to admiration, respect, and a touch of romance. Blount hits home with this novel, depicting rape culture without apology. Teens will find themselves torn between Grace's interpretation of the event and Ian's struggle to accept that his close friend and confidant may have actually attacked the girl he and his friends have spent the last month calling a slut. Discussion questions at the back of the novel make it a great book-club choice for libraries willing to tackle the tough topics. A great addition to most YA collections.—Jennifer Furuyama, Pendleton Public Library, OR
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781402298561
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 8/5/2014
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 57,965
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: HL630L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

PATTY BLOUNT works as a software technical writer by day and novelist by night. Dared by her 13-year-old son to try fiction, Patty wrote her first manuscript in an ice rink. A short version of her debut novel, Send, finished in the top ten of the Writer's Digest 79th Annual Writing Competition.

PATTY BLOUNT works as a software technical writer by day and novelist by night. Dared by her 13-year-old son to try fiction, Patty wrote her first manuscript in an ice rink. A short version of her debut novel, Send, finished in the top ten of the Writer's Digest 79th Annual Writing Competition.

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Chapter 1


Grace


No Monday in history has ever sucked more than this one.


I'm kind of an expert on sucky days. It's been thirty-two of them since the party in the woods that started the battle I fight every day. I step onto the bus to school, wearing my armor and pretending nothing's wrong, nothing happened, nothing changed when it's pretty obvious nothing will ever be the same again. Alyssa Martin, a girl I've known since first grade, smirks and stretches her leg across the empty seat next to hers.


I approach slowly, hoping nobody can see my knees knocking. A couple of weeks ago during a school newspaper staff meeting, Alyssa vowed her support, and today I'm pond scum.


"Find a seat!" Mrs. Gannon, the bus driver, shouts.


I meet Alyssa's eyes, silently beg her for sympathy-even a little pity. She raises a middle finger. It's a show of loyalty to someone who doesn't deserve it, a challenge to see how far I'll go. My dad keeps telling me to stand up to all of Zac's defenders, but it's the entire bus-the entire school-versus me.


I gulp hard, and the bus lurches forward. I try to grab a seat back but lose my balance and topple into the seat Alyssa's blocking with her leg. She lets out a screech of pain.


"Bitch," she sneers. "You nearly broke my leg."


I'm about to apologize when I notice the people sitting around us stare with wide eyes and hands over their open mouths. When my eyes meet theirs, they turn away, but nobody does anything.


This is weird.


Alyssa folds herself against the window and shoves earbuds into her ears and ignores me for the duration of the ride.


The rest of the trip passes without incident-except for two girls whispering over a video playing on a phone they both clutch in their hands. One of them murmurs, "Six hundred and eighteen hits," and shoots me a dirty look.


I know exactly what she means and don't want to think about it. I look away. As soon as the bus stops, I'm off. On my way to my locker, most people just ignore me, although a few still think they've come up with a clever new insult. An elbow or the occasional extended foot still needs dodging, but it's really not that bad. I can deal. I can do this. I can make it through school unless I see-


"Woof! Woof!"


My feet root themselves to the floor, and the breath clogs in my lungs. And I know without turning who barked at me. I force myself to keep walking instead of running for home, running for the next town. I want to turn to look at him, look him dead in the eye, and twist my face into something that shows contempt instead of the terror that too often wins whenever I hear his name so he sees-so he knows-he didn't beat me. But that doesn't happen. A foot appears from nowhere, and I can't dodge it in time. I fall to my hands and knees, and two more familiar faces step out of the crowd to laugh down at me.


"Hear you like it on your knees," Kyle Moran shouts, and everybody laughs. At least Matt Roberts helps me up, but when Kyle smacks his head, he takes off before I can thank him. They're two of his best buds. Nausea boils inside me, and I scramble back to my feet. I grab my backpack, pray that the school's expensive digital camera tucked inside it isn't damaged, and duck into the girls' bathroom, locking myself into a stall.


When my hands are steady, eyes are dry, stomach's no longer threatening to send back breakfast, I open the stall.


Miranda and Lindsay, my two best friends, stand in front of the mirrors.


Make that former best friends.


We stare at one another through the mirrors. Lindsay leans against a sink but doesn't say anything. Miranda runs a hand down her smooth blond hair, pretends I'm not there, and talks to Lindsay. "So I've decided to have a party and invite Zac and the rest of the lacrosse team. It's going to be epic."


No. Not him. The blood freezes in my veins. "Miranda. Don't. Please."


Miranda's hand freezes on her hair. "Don't, please?" She shakes her head in disgust. "You know, he could get kicked off the lacrosse team because of you."


"Good!" I scream, suddenly furious.


Miranda whips back around to face me, hair blurring like a fan blade. At the sink, Lindsay's jaw drops. "God! I can't believe you! Did you do all of this, say all this just to get back at me?"


My jaw drops. "What? Of course not. I-"


"You know I like him. If you didn't want me to go out with him, all you had to do was say so-"


"Miranda, this isn't about you. Trust me, Zac is-"


"Oh my God, listen to yourself. He breaks up with you, and you fall apart and then-"


"That is not what happened. I broke up with him! I was upset that night because of Kristie, and you know it."


She spins around, arms flung high. "Kristie! Seriously? You played him. You wanted everybody to feel sorry for you, so you turned on the tears and got Zac to-"


"Me? Are you insane? He-"


"Oh, don't even." Miranda holds up a hand. "I know exactly what happened. I was there. I know what you said. I figured you were lying, and now there's no doubt."


Lindsay nods and tosses her bag over her shoulder, and they stalk to the door. At the door, Miranda fires off one more shot. "You're a lying slut, and I'll make sure the whole school knows it."


The door slams behind them, echoing off the lavatory stalls. I'm standing in the center of the room, wondering what's holding me up because I can't feel my feet...or my hands. I raise them to make sure I still have hands, and before my eyes, they shake. But I don't feel that either. All I feel is pressure in my chest like someone just plunged my head underwater and I tried to breathe. My mouth goes dry, but I can't swallow. The pressure builds and grows and knocks down walls and won't let up. I press my hands to my chest and rub, but it doesn't help. Oh, God, it doesn't help. My heart lurches into overdrive like it's trying to stage a prison break. I fall to the cold bathroom floor, gasping, choking for breath, but I can't get any. I can't find any. There's no air left to breathe. I'm the lit match in front of a pair of lips puckered up, ready to blow.


Minutes pass, but they feel like centuries. I fumble for my phone-my mom's phone since she made me switch with her-and call her.


"Grace, what's wrong?"


"Can't breathe, Mom. Hurts," I push out the words on gasps of air.


"Okay, honey, I want you to take a breath and hold it. One, two, three, and let it out."


I follow her instructions, surprised I have any breath in my lungs to hold for three seconds. The next breath is easier.


"Keep going. Deep breath, hold it, let it out."


It takes me a few tries, but finally I can breathe without the barrier. "Oh, God."


"Better?"


"Yeah. It doesn't hurt now."


"Want me to take you home?"


Oh, home. Where there are no laughing classmates pointing at me, whispering behind their hands. Where there are no ex-friends calling me a bitch or a liar. Where I could curl up, throw a blanket over my head, and pretend nothing happened. Yes, take me home. Take me home right now as fast as you can.


I want to say that. But when I glance in the mirror over the row of sinks, something makes me say, "No. I have to stay."


"Grace-"


"Mom, I have to stay."


There's a loud sigh. "Oh, honey. You don't have to be brave."


Brave.


The word hangs in the air for a moment and then falls away, almost like even it knows it has no business being used to describe me. I'm not brave. I'm scared. I'm so freakin' scared, I can't see straight, and I can't see straight because I'm too scared to look very far. I'm a train wreck. All I'm doing is trying to hold on to what I have left. Only I'm not sure what that is. When I say nothing, she laughs too loudly. "Well, you're wearing your father's favorite outfit, so just pretend it's a superhero costume."


That makes me laugh. I glance down at my favorite boots-black leather covered in metal studs. My ass-kicking boots. Ever since Dad married Kristie, Mom lets me get away with anything that pisses him off, and wow does he hate how I dress.


"Grace, if you feel the pressure in your chest again, take a deep breath, hold it, and count. Concentrating on counting helps keep your mind from spiraling into panic."


"Yeah. Okay." But I'm not at all convinced. "I missed most of first period."


"Skip it. Don't worry about getting in trouble. Where are you now?"


"Bathroom."


"Why don't you go to the library? Relax and regroup, you know?"


Regroup. Sure. Okay. "Yeah. I'll do that."


"If you need me to get you, I'll come. Okay?"


I meet my own gaze in the mirror, disgusted to see them fill with tears. Jeez, you'd think I'd be empty by now. "Thanks, Mom." I end the call, tuck the phone in my pocket, and head for the library.


The library is my favorite spot in the whole school. Two floors of books, rows of computers, soft chairs to slouch in. I head for the nonfiction section and find the 770s. This is where the photography books live-my stack. I run a finger along the spines and find the first book I ever opened on the subject-A History of Photography.


I pull the book off its shelf, curl up with it in a chair near a window, and flip open the back cover. My signature is scrawled on the checkout card so many times now that we're old friends. I know how this book smells-a little like cut grass. How it feels-the pages are thick and glossy. And even where every one of its scars lives-the coffee ring on page 213 and the dog-eared corner in chapter 11. This is the book that said, "Grace, you are a photographer."


I flip through the pages, reread the section on high-key technique-I love how that sounds. High-key. So professional. It's really just great big fields of bright white filled with a splash of color or sometimes only shadow. I took hundreds of pictures this way-of Miranda, of Lindsay, of me. I practiced adjusting aperture settings and shutter speeds and overexposing backgrounds. It's cool how even the simplest subjects look calm and cheerful. It's like the extra light forces us to see the beauty and the flaws we never noticed.


I unzip my backpack and take out the school's digital camera. It's assigned to me-official student newspaper photographer. I scroll through the images stored on the card-selfies I shot over the last few weeks. Why can't everybody see what I see? My eyes don't sparkle. My lips don't curve anymore. Why don't they see?


I shove the camera back in my bag. With a sigh, I close the book, and a slip of paper floats to the floor. I pick it up, unfold it, and my stomach twists when I read the words printed on it. A noise startles me, and I look up to see Tyler Embery standing at one of the computers. Did he slip this paper into my favorite book? He's had a painfully obvious crush on me forever. Every time he gets within five feet of me, his face flushes and sweat beads at his hairline. Tyler volunteers at the library during his free periods and always flags me over to give me the latest issue of Shutterbug that he sets aside for me as soon as it arrives. He grabs something off the desk and walks over to me. I smile, thankful there's still one person left in this world that doesn't think Zac McMahon is the second coming of Christ. But Tyler's not holding a magazine. He's holding his phone.


"Six-eighty-three." There's no blush, no sweat-only disgust.


I jerk like he just punched me. I guess in a way he has. He turns, heads to the magazine rack, and places this month's issue, in its clear plastic cover, face out, in a subtle fuck you only I'd notice. I stuff the paper into my backpack and hurry to the exit just as the bell rings.


I make it to the end of the day. At dismissal I make damn sure I'm early for the bus ride home so I can snag an empty row. I plug in my earbuds to drown out the taunts. It's not so bad, I tell myself repeatedly, the taste of tears at the back of my throat familiar now. I don't believe me.


Once safely back in my house, I let my shoulders sag and take my first easy breath of the day. The house is empty and eerie, and I wonder how to fill the hours until Mom gets home. Thirty-two days ago I'd have been hanging out after school with Miranda and Lindsay or shopping at the mall or trying to find the perfect action photo at one of the games. In my room, I stare at the mirror over my dresser, where dozens of photos are taped-photos of me with my friends, me with my dad, me at dance class. I'm not welcome at any of these places, by any of these people anymore. I don't have a damn thing because Zac McMahon took it all. I think about Mom killing all of my online accounts and switching phones just until things settle. But now that the video of me that Zac posted on Facebook has 683 Likes, it's pretty clear that waiting for things to settle is a fantasy.


I rip all the pictures off the mirror, tear them into tiny pieces, and swipe them into the trash bin next to my desk. Then I pull out the slip of paper I found in the photography book, and after a few minutes of staring at it, I dial the number with shaking hands.


"Rape Crisis Hotline, this is Diane. Let me help you."

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  • Posted August 1, 2014

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    ***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Some Boys by

    ***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog***




    Some Boys by Patty Blount
    Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
    Publication Date: August 5, 2014
    Rating: 5 stars
    Source: Manuscript sent by the author/eARC from NetGalley




    Summary (from Goodreads):




    Some boys go too far. Some boys will break your heart. But one boy can make you whole.




    When Grace meets Ian she's afraid. Afraid he'll reject her like the rest of the school, like her own family. After she accuses the town golden boy of rape, everyone turns against Grace. They call her a slut and a liar. But...Ian doesn't. He's funny and kind with secrets of his own.




    But how do you trust the best friend of the boy who raped you? How do you believe in love?




    A gut-wrenching, powerful love story told from alternating points of view by the acclaimed author of Send.




    What I Liked:




    Just a note before I start my review - I actually read this book late last year, so it doesn't count towards my 2014 novels read (although I DID re-read it). I read the author's manuscript last year, whereas just recently, I read the eARC. But I'm fine with it counting towards last year's books read, and not this year's. Not that any of you all care that much - it's more of a housekeeping note for me. Anyway.




    Gosh, I loved this book so much. It's a tough-issues book, and you all know how I struggle with those. They're usually a hit-or-miss with me - I like very few of them. In fact, I usually abhor most of the ones that I read. I read Blount's TMI last year, and I loved it! TMI was basically about hazards of social media, such as Facebook. This book was about physical abuse - rape. Fiction containing rape is tricky. There are so many things that the author could do that might not work well, or might produce bad reactions from readers. However, I think Blount really hit this one on the head.




    This book starts after the rape occurs. It's actually been a bit since the rape - in days, not months or something. Grace is suffering from the harassment of her peers - and not just Zac, the boy who raped her. Her friends all think she was flirting with Zac at the party, that she was totally into Zac, and that her cries of rape are fake. The whole town, it seems, wants nothing to do with her, but wants everything to do with her downfall. It's not enough for them to ignore her - no, they need to provoke and bully her. Zac is the golden boy, the star lacrosse player, the guy who gets away with everything. And Ian, his best friend and teammate, goes along with everything Zac does. Even though Ian is the one that found Grace that night, bleeding and unconscious.




    This book is split between Grace and Ian's perspective, first-person. Blount has this skill down, guys. She has mastered the art of writing in a female's and a male's perspective. A lot of times, I might like one side more than the other. BUT, I was pleased that I really enjoyed reading from both Grace and Ian's perspective.




    I like Grace a lot. I like her tough attitude, her refusal to hide, her bravery, her sharp temper. I have no idea how I would react to not only being raped, but not being believed, but I seriously have to hand it to Grace; she made it important to her, to keep going to school, to face everyone harassing her, to face Zac. She reacts aggressively at times, but I have massive respect for her. I do think we'd get along nicely if she were a real person.




    While Grace definitely developed as a character, Ian's character development was more pronounced. He was a Zac follower, someone who knew what Zac was doing probably wasn't right, but tamped down the doubt, look the other way, pretended he didn't care. Secretly, he had wanted to ask Grace out for months, but when he heard that Zac got to her first (Ian thinking that Grace was into Zac), he backed off. He didn't want anything to do with her, but after scrubbing lockers with her for days (punishment), he sees different sides to the story. I love the complete 180 that Ian does. I liked Ian even when he was going with the flow in the beginning - not sure what that says about me.




    The story of this book is heartbreaking. Literally, my heart and soul ached for Grace, every time I read a part where Miranda and Grace's other former friends tormented her, or Grace's father and stepmother were rude and uncaring, or Grace had a panic attack. My heart ached for her - even the second time around, reading this book, I felt just as strongly for Grace and her pain.




    My favorite scene of this book was towards the end, in the forest, when Grace is so distraught over everything, she takes a bottle of rum and a bottle of whiskey, and goes into a forest to be alone. Ian finds her drinking there. This scene is soul-crushing (in a good way). I couldn't breathe, reading this scene for the first, second, even third time. For me, this was the most powerful scene of the book, and my favorite.




    The romance runs a thick current through this book. Like with most contemporary novels, the romance is very important, and I really like that in this book. Grace and Ian had feelings for each before the rape, as we slowly find out as we read the book. You don't know this from the start, though you'll suspect such. But they slowly develop stronger feelings for each other, despite Ian's constant loyalty to Zac, and Grace's attempts to shut out everyone. I loved watching these two fight for themselves and unconsciously fight for each other.




    Rape is no small issue in this book, neither is being raped and not believed. Blount hits heavy on the issue of crying wolf, which is what everyone thinks Grace is doing. I love how Blount integrates a sport (something that means so much to both Ian and Zac) into the story. This added a measure of depth to the story, but it also made things interesting for Ian - seeing as to him, lacrosse was the only thing going for him. To turn Zac in would be to lose a shot at state tournaments. Decisions, decisions... nothing comes easy for any character in this book!




    In the end, I think Blount handled all of these "tough issues" really well. Coming from the girl that not only dislikes contemporary novels but "tough issue" contemporary novels as well, this is a high compliment! I loved the ending of this book; it's imperfectly perfect, and I love it. I think this is Blount's best novel yet - but wait, I'm really excited to read her next one, Nothing Left To Burn!




    What I Did Not Like:




    Surprisingly (for a "tough issue" contemporary novel, that is), nothing to say here! As always, I don't think any book is perfect, but there isn't anything I can think of in this book that really detracted from the quality of the book or story. So. There.




    Would I Recommend It:




    YES! Contemporary fan or not, step out of your comfort zone and give this one a shot. I surprised myself by liking Blount's novels, honestly. Trust me, I like this author a lot, but if I didn't like her book(s), I'd say so. You all know I don't sugarcoat things. But I really enjoy her novels, including this one, so that's got to tell you something about the quality of her "tough issue" books!




    Rating:




    5 stars. Very well-deserved! This book did quite a number on me - unlike most books (contemporary or not), this one made me FEEL, and feel really strongly. The forest scene, guys, THE FOREST SCENE. I'm so honored to have read this book - both the not-final manuscript, and the eARC. Thank you, Patty and Sourcebooks!

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2014

    So important

    "Rape is the only crime that society blames the victim for"

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2014

    Reconmend

    I think When it Rains is a good one to read if you liked this book

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 9, 2014

    In much the same way Jay Asher handled the delicate topic of tee

    In much the same way Jay Asher handled the delicate topic of teen suicide in “Thirteen Reasons Why,” author Patty Blount has found a way to take another usually taboo subject and make it accessible and relevant without either sensationalizing or trivializing it.

    “Some Boys” tells the story of Grace Collier, a Long Island teen who enjoys wearing the sort of Goth style that sets her father’s teeth on edge, which is exactly what she wants it to do.  She’s got smarts, attitude, and friends who accept her for who she is.  Until the day she claims that star athlete  Zac McMahon raped her at a party.  Suddenly, she’s become an outcast, the school slut, the liar that’s simply trying to get back at the boy who dumped her.  And he’s got the video to prove it.

    When Zac’s best fried, Ian, gets sentenced to locker cleaning duty during spring break alongside Grace, he’s as upset about having to spend time with her as he is about missing out on lacrosse camp.  Not only is she the liar who’s trying to ruin his friend’s chance at a scholarship, but Ian had been trying to work up the nerve to ask Grace out before she hooked up with Zac.  He’s disappointed, angry, and still unwillingly attracted to her.  Worst of all, after talking to her, he’s starting to wonder if her version of that night in the woods might actually be the real one.

    This is not an easy topic to read about, but Ms. Blount handles it with a deft hand.  Alternating viewpoints between Grace and Ian, the first person narrative gives us an insight into the confusing and difficult world of today’s teenagers, making their pain and confusion a visceral thing.  We share their anguish, their sense of betrayal, and, ultimately, their hope.  This is a book I would recommend for not only teens to read, but adults as well, and most especially parents.  Teachers would do well to add “Some Boys” to their required reading list and use the discussion guide in the back of the book to start a dialog about this much-stigmatized subject. 

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  • Posted September 15, 2014

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    She said, they said¿yet with so many people there, no one saw an

    She said, they said…yet with so many people there, no one saw anything? Grace’s world crumbling before her eyes, her friends falling away, her parents trying to help but nothing worked, it was all disintegrating. Dog barks, murmurs, shoves, elbows, slut, liar, each day it started and ended pretty much the same way. Grace escapes to the library to calm her breathing, picking up her favorite photography book, this book shaping her future, guiding her towards being a photographer. I found myself slowing my breathing, shaking my head at the comments and the way the “adults” were handling the situations. Their eyes must have glued shut, their ears plugged and their mind, I don’t know where their minds were, for the remarks and the actions that were cast upon Grace were awful and sickening. I felt ashamed as an adult. Many people were drinking and having fun that night, and as the story progresses I got the full details of what happened. Rape, it’s not a pleasant topic but one that needs to be addressed as it occurred the night of the party. It shouldn’t have happened, the issue escalates and Grace is targeted over and over again. You would think her parents and police would be supportive but dear old dad has some issues and the police need more evidence. Grace claims she wants to stand up for herself but with everyone knocking her down, she’s having a real hard time finding her footing. Grace struggles, she feels alone and she was battered constantly, she had an out but she was determined to somehow make it through as she knew she was right in her stance. Zac got under my skin, he feels like a god and people treat his as such. Ian, this confused guy, I liked. He was real and as he teetered back and forth, he listened and he watched. This book spoke volumes for the followers and the leaders of the world, some day your time will come when you’ll have to stand up on your own, by yourself. Will you be ready and will you know what you stand for?
    I got a free copy of this book from NetGalley and Sourcebooks Fire in exchange for an honest review- thanks.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2014

    REALLY GOOD!!!!!!!

    Outstanding i didnt think it was gonna be good but i took a chance and it was totally worth it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2014

    Realistic and amazing

    This book was so much better than I expected. I honestly purchased this on a whim and I'm very glad I did. I feel like this book was very realistic. It definitely makes you shed a few tears. I think grace is an amazing and strong character. I have a love hate feeling towards ian. I highly recommend this book.

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    Posted November 17, 2014

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