The Impossible Knife of Memory

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For the past five years, Hayley Kincaid and her father, Andy, have been on the road, never staying long in one place as he struggles to escape the demons that have tortured him since his return from Iraq. Now they are back in the town where he grew up so Hayley can attend school. Perhaps, for the first time, Hayley can have a normal life, put aside her own painful memories, even have a relationship with Finn, the hot guy who obviously likes her but is hiding secrets of his own....
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For the past five years, Hayley Kincaid and her father, Andy, have been on the road, never staying long in one place as he struggles to escape the demons that have tortured him since his return from Iraq. Now they are back in the town where he grew up so Hayley can attend school. Perhaps, for the first time, Hayley can have a normal life, put aside her own painful memories, even have a relationship with Finn, the hot guy who obviously likes her but is hiding secrets of his own.

Will being back home help Andy’s PTSD, or will his terrible memories drag him to the edge of hell, and drugs push him over? The Impossible Knife of Memory is Laurie Halse Anderson at her finest: compelling, surprising, and impossible to put down.

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Like her powerful novel Speak, this new novel by Laurie Halse Anderson touches deep chords about an unresolved past. Seventeen-year-old Hayley Kincairn hopes that her veteran father's nightmarish PSTD has abated enough so that she can enjoy a relatively uneventful senior year at high school, but it hasn't, and there's another complication: Finn, a handsome classmate who has his own share of problems. The Impossible Knife of Memory doesn't sidestep tough issues, but its vivid portrayals and sensitive treatment make this an absorbing and meaningful read.

The New York Times Book Review - Jo Knowles
Anderson's portrayal of families broken by war, death, divorce and addiction is stark and honest…Despite the heavy subject matter, Anderson's signature wry observations offer just enough comic relief…This book has a lot going on, no doubt. But at its heart is a tough yet fragile girl who wants what we all want: love, friendship and stability. Instead, she lives in a world in which the foundation beneath her feet is constantly shifting, and the relentless challenge to keep balance has worn her out…Anderson's novels (and others often labeled "too dark") speak for the still-silent among us, and force all of us to acknowledge the real and painful truths that are too dangerous to ignore.
Publishers Weekly
★ 10/21/2013
As in Speak, Anderson provides a riveting study of a psychologically scarred teenager, peeling back layers of internal defenses to reveal a girl’s deepest wounds. Her heroine, 17-year-old Hayley, is no stranger to loss. Her mother died when she was small, and she was later abandoned by her father’s alcoholic girlfriend. Now the only family Hayley has left is her father, a veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan, whose horrific flashbacks have brought chaos into their lives. After traveling the country in a “dented eighteen-wheeler,” the two of them have settled down in her father’s hometown. Hayley feels like an outsider at a high school populated by “zombies,” and, at home, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to pretend that her father is getting better. Then Hayley is drawn to Finn, a boy who seemingly likes her for who she is. Hayley’s anxiety about her father’s unpredictable behavior reverberates throughout the novel, overshadowing and distorting her memories of better times. It’s a tough, absorbing story of the effects of combat on soldiers and the people who love them. Ages 12–up. Agent: Amy Berkower, Writers House. (Jan.)
VOYA, February 2014 (Vol. 36, No. 6) - Blake Norby
Hayley Kincaid and her father have been traveling as he looks for a place he can settle after returning from Iraq. As they try to settle down in his hometown, Hayley attempts to balance a normal teenage life including school, friends, and a new boyfriend with constantly worrying about worst-case scenarios she and her dad could face. She is always worried about her father doing drugs and keeping company with drug dealers, but she is more worried about what her father will do to himself when left on his own to deal with his depression. As Hayley comes to terms with her own losses, including her mother and grandmother, she struggles to help her dad face his demons so they can move on together. An incredibly relevant story for today’s teens, Anderson’s novel supplies another poignant and compelling realistic fiction selection for young adults. The conflicts Hayley has with her dad are not played up for dramatic effect, and Hayley’s own issues are not overly dramatized. Anderson has brilliantly made all of the characters realistically flawed, suffering through their own dysfunctional families and providing imperfect foils for Hayley and perspective for the issues being presented. This is a must-have for any library serving teens. It is Anderson at her absolute best, providing significant and touching realistic fiction. Reviewer: Blake Norby; Ages 15 to 18.
School Library Journal
★ 01/01/2014
Gr 9 Up—Hayley is the daughter of a veteran, and his PTSD colors every aspect of their lives. After serving his country, Andy is trying to rebuild some stability for himself and his daughter, but each day is a challenge for them both. Hayley lives with the constant threat of her father harming himself or others while also dealing with feelings of abandonment after essentially losing her parental figures. She copes through snark and skepticism but begins to let her guard down when her charming, easygoing classmate, Finn, gives her a much-needed taste of normal teenage life. A relationship with Finn opens the door to the possibility of trusting again, but it's not easy. Through Hayley's tenuous search for balance, Anderson explores the complicated nature of perception and memory, and how individuals manage to carry on after experiencing the worst. Readers will be thoroughly invested in this book's nuanced cast of characters and their struggles. Hayley's relatable first-person narration is interspersed with flashbacks of Andy's brutal war experiences, providing a visceral look at his inner demons. The endearing Finn and Hayley's bubbly best friend, Gracie, add levity to the narrative, even as they, too, grapple with their own problems. With powerful themes of loyalty and forgiveness, this tightly woven story is a forthright examination of the realities of war and its aftermath on soldiers and their families. One of Anderson's strongest and most relevant works to date.—Allison Tran, Mission Viejo Library, CA
Kirkus Reviews
2013-10-20
A family struggles to hold itself together in the wake of war. Hayley Kincain and her father, Andy, a decorated veteran, have returned to their small upstate New York hometown after years of unschooling and long-haul trucking. Ostensibly, they're back so Hayley can have a typical senior year of high school, but it's clear that Andy's untreated PTSD has made it impossible for him to make a living as a trucker. Both Kincains are bright, sarcastic loners plagued by agonizing memories that won't quite stay repressed, despite their best efforts, and that punctuate the narrative in counterpoint: Andy's experiences during his four tours in Iraq and Afghanistan appear fully formed, while Hayley's childhood recollections are more fragmented and less reliable than they at first seem. As Andy's mental and physical health deteriorate, Hayley is forced deeper into the role of caretaker. It's a part she's been playing so well for so long she doesn't even realize how much she resents the unfairness of it all until her sweet, bantering boyfriend, Finn, points it out. Anderson sensitively addresses the many problems--physical recovery, grief and survivor's guilt, chemical dependency, panic attacks and suicidal tendencies--that veterans can face when trying to reintegrate. This is less a bravura performance than a solid one, but Hayley's strong, wryly vulnerable voice carries the narrative toward a resolutely imperfect, hopeful conclusion. A characteristically honest and deeply felt exploration of the lingering scars of war. (Fiction. 14 & up)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780670012091
  • Publisher: Viking Juvenile
  • Publication date: 1/7/2014
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 14,798
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 6.12 (w) x 8.44 (h) x 1.25 (d)

Meet the Author

Laurie Halse Anderson
Laurie Halse Anderson is an award-winning, New York Times bestselling author. Her first novel, Speak, was a National Book Award finalist and a Michael L. Printz Honor Book and established her as an important new voice in American literature. It is that rare thing, a contemporary classic. In the years since its publication, it has passed from hand to hand and changed countless lives. Speak was followed by four other highly acclaimed contemporary novels: Catalyst, Prom, Twisted, and Wintergirls.

She is the recipient of the Margaret Edwards Award, and she has been honored by the
National Coalition Against Censorship for her efforts to combat censoring of literature.
Laurie and her husband live in northern New York State.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***

Copyright © 2014  by  Laurie Halse Anderson

-28-

The crowd in the stadium roared so loudly I couldn’t hear what the mom manning the ticket booth said.

“Why?” I asked again.

She glared and waited a beat for the noise to die down. “Everybody pays to get into the game. No exceptions.”

“But I’m the press,” I whined. “On assignment.”

“Students get a dollar discount.” She put her hand out. “Four dollars or don’t go in.”

I paid her. Finn now owed me nineteen bucks.

The bleachers were a wall of people dressed in Belmont yellow. For one second, it felt like they were all staring at me, that they all knew I came to the football game alone and didn’t know where to sit, but then a whistle blew and the football teams on the field behind me crashed into each other and the crowd cheered and jumped up and down. I was invisible to them.

I turned my back to the stands. On the other side of the field sat the enemy, the Richardson Ravens, dressed in black and silver. Beyond the goalposts at the far end of the field rose a gentle hill that was dotted with people sitting on blankets, little kids zooming around them, cheerfully ignoring the sad excuse for a football game.

The referee blew his whistle and the two lines of players crashed into each other again, grunting and shouting. I couldn’t see what happened to the ball, but the Richardson side of the field erupted in cheers.

I texted Gracie:

hey

After a long pause, she wrote back:

at movie ttyl?

I sent a simple smiley face, because my phone did not have a smiley face that was wrapping her hands around her own throat and beating her head against a wall.

The two teams ran to their huddles to plot out their next bit of brilliant strategy. They ended the huddle and ran back to line up, each face inches away from the scowling face of the enemy, feet pawing at the ground like impatient horses. The quarterback grunted, the lines crashed together, and they all fell down again. Everyone in Belmont yellow screamed and whistled.

Should I be writing this down? I looked up at the stands. Wouldn’t anyone who cared about this game be here? Why would they want to read about it? Answer: they wouldn’t. My earlier plan to get the stats and eavesdrop for quotes first period Monday was still viable and even more attractive than it had been on the bus. I just needed someplace to go that was not my house. It was only a quarter to eight. I could probably make it to the mall before nine.

what movie

I texted Gracie.

She didn’t answer, which meant she was with Topher, which meant any hope I had of crashing her Friday night plans had just evaporated. How lame would it be for me to go to Gracie’s house and ask her mom if she wanted to hang out? Mrs. Rappaport was a big fan of home makeover shows. Last time I was at her house, she’d been talking about redesigning her kitchen. Maybe we could watch a few episodes about countertops.

I shuddered. I’d be better off spending the evening chasing rats out of Dumpsters.

The clock clicked down the last few seconds to halftime, the refs blew their whistles, and people raced for the bathrooms and the food stand.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered as I pressed against the fence that separated the spectators from the field. As soon as the herd moved past, I followed, intending to head for the parking lot, unchain my bike, and ride. Not home, not for a few hours. Just ride in the dark and hope that Topher and Gracie would have a huge fight and she’d call in tears and ask me to spend the night and mention that they had a lot of ice cream in the freezer.

“Great game, huh?”

I turned around, ready to spew venom about parents who were happy to pay taxes for football coaches but would be good-God-damned if they were going to waste their money on librarians or gym teachers.

“I was certain we’d be down thirty points by now,” Finn said.

In his left hand, he was holding a flimsy cardboard box loaded with cheeseburgers, greasy fries, and two soda cups. In his right, he held a third cup that was filled with marigolds that looked like they’d been yanked out of somebody’s backyard.

“What’d you think of that first-down denial?” he asked. “Great way to end the half, right?”

“What happened to your date?” I asked.

“She’s here,” he said.

 “You brought your big date to this football game? You could have written the article yourself.”

“No, I couldn’t,” he said. “What girl wants to be ignored on a date? Hold this for me.”

He shoved the box that held the food and drink at me, pulled his buzzing phone out of his pocket, glanced at it, and typed a reply. Behind us, the marching band took their position on the field, drummers beating a solemn cadence.

“Okay.” Finn put his phone away. “Want to meet her?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I followed him through the crowd. “Is she a zombie?” I asked. “I bet she’s wearing Belmont yellow. Oh, God, Finn—is she a cheerleader?”

“Definitely not a zombie or a cheerleader or a zombie cheerleader. I’m just getting to know her. Actually, it’s sort of a blind date.”

“That’s gross,” I said. “Old people go on blind dates when they get divorced and don’t know what else to do. You’re only, what? Sixteen?”

“Almost eighteen,” he corrected.

“And you already need other people to fix you up?” I laughed.

“This way.” He took the box from me and headed for the exit.

“Did you lock her in your trunk?”

“I’m meeting her up on the hill. I thought it would be more romantic than cement bleachers.”

The marching band launched into “Louie, Louie,” saving him from hearing my answer.

-29-

I followed him past the giggling children rolling down the hills like sausages. Past their tired parents sitting on stained comforters with their arms around each other. Past people critiquing the performance of the band and the flag twirlers. We walked all the way to the top of the hill and into the shadows beyond the reach of the stadium lights.

“She dumped you,” I said.

“Not yet.” He put the box of food and soda at the edge of a plaid blanket.

“Maybe she had to pee,” I said. “What’s her name again?”

“Her name is Hayley.” He straightened up and handed me the cup of marigolds. “Hello, Miss Blue.”

-30-

“Me,” I said.

“You,” he confirmed.

The marching band started playing the theme from the latest Batman movie.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“I was afraid you’d say no.”

“What if I say no right now?”

“Do you want to?”

I watched the band move in and out of their formations. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“You could sit and eat while you’re thinking about it,” he suggested.

We sat on the blanket, the cheeseburgers, fries, and flowers a border between us, watching the little kids and the band until halftime was over. It was marginally less awkward when the game started again, if only because there was so much to mock. Finally, the ref blew his whistle and it was official. The Belmont Machinists had lost their sixth game of the season and I had no idea what would happen next. I didn’t know what I wanted to happen next. The stadium slowly emptied; the families on the hill gathered their kids and shepherded them toward the parking lot, and soon we were the only ones left.

“Okay, here’s the tricky part,” Finn said. “The security guard is going to walk by to see if anyone is up here partying. I’m pretty sure we’re far enough away that he won’t be able to see us, but we should lie down for ten minutes or so, to be safe.”

“That is the lamest attempt ever to get a girl on her back,” I said.

“I’m serious. Look.” Finn pointed to two security guards at the far end of the football field. “I’m not going to try anything. I swear. I’ll move over here so you’re comfortable.”

He scuttled about four yards away and lay on the grass. “How’s this?” he whispered loudly.

I lay down on the blanket carefully, keeping my head turned and my eyes open so I could watch him. “If you touch me, I’ll cram your nose into your brain with the heel of my hand.”

“Shh,” he said.

The lights in the stadium started to click off, one at a time, until darkness took over the field.

“A couple minutes more,” Finn whispered, his voice reassuringly far away.

The last of the cars pulled out of the parking lot, tires squealing. The chatter of the security guard’s radio moved along the hill below us like a stray breeze. As it faded, I sat up and watched his flashlight bob into the distance. A few minutes later, the guard reached his car and slowly drove away, tires crunching over the gravel.

“Close your eyes.” Finn’s voice startled me. “Count to twenty.”

“After I shove your nose into your brain, I will break your fingers and disable your kneecaps,” I warned.

“I’ll stay here,” he promised. “I’ll keep talking so you know I haven’t moved. Five. Six. Seven. Talking, talking, talking, okay? Eyes closed? You’re lying down? I’m still talking and I am looking for something to talk about but it’s tough because this is a bizarre situation. Fifteen. Sixteen. Somehow I failed to anticipate that your response to my well-thought-out date would be to threaten me with violence. I should have been prepared for that. The next time I’m in a meeting with MI5—”

“Can I open my eyes yet?” I asked.

“Twenty,” he replied. “Look straight up.”

The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said. “I had to pull a lot of strings to get the weather to cooperate, but it all worked out in the end. Can I sit on the blanket now?”

“Not yet.” I found the Big Dipper and Orion’s Belt with no problem, but didn’t know the names of anything else. Had there always been this many stars in the sky?

“I won’t try anything,” Finn continued. “Unless you want me to. Of course, if you wanted to try anything, I’d be a very willing participant. Do you want to try anything?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“Did I mention that the grass I’m lying on is soaked with dew?” he asked.

“I haven’t even decided if this is officially a date.”

“What would you call it?”

“An anti-date.”

“I brought you flowers.”

“I like them. It’s still an anti-date.” I paused. “But I don’t want you to blame me if you get sick. You can come back if you want.”

“You promise not to maim me?”

“I promise to give fair warning before I maim you.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Finn’s shape stood, walked over, and lay down two inches away from me. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He smelled of wet grass and sweat and soap. No body spray.

“Nights like this,” he said quietly, “I could look at the sky forever.”

I expected him to keep talking, to ramble on about the stars or his adventures as an astronaut or the time he was abducted by aliens (which I might have believed), but he just lay there, staring at the corner of the Milky Way that was smeared right above us. The layers of noise—cars on the road, distant airplanes, the farewells of crickets, the flutter of bat wings—all faded until I could hear only the sound of my heart beating in my ears, and the slow, steady rhythm of Finn’s breath.

Somehow my hand found its way to his. Our fingers entwined. He squeezed once and sighed.

I grinned, grateful for the dark.

We left about an hour later so that Finn could drive me home and get back to his house before curfew. Neither one of us had much to say. We didn’t talk in the car, either, but that was easier because he turned on the radio. It felt like the time under the stars had delivered us to a new country that we didn’t have the language for yet, but I didn’t know what it felt like for him because I didn’t have the guts to ask.

I finally spoke up just before he turned into my driveway.

“No,” I said. “Pull up by those bushes.”

“You’re having a party without me?” he asked.

“An army buddy of my dad’s is here with a bunch of guys on leave. They’re headed up to the Adirondacks tomorrow.”

I unbuckled my seat belt and opened my door the instant he shut the engine off because I didn’t know what I wanted to happen in the front seat. Well, I kind of knew, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure, and it seemed like the safest course of action was to get my bike out of the backseat as soon as possible. The handlebars got caught on the coat hook above the back door, but Finn reached in and unhooked them.

“Thanks.” I leaned on the handlebars. “That was a . . . I had a good time.”

He leaned against his car. “Can we call it a date yet?”

“No.”

“Can we call it a pretty good anti-date?”

I chuckled. “Yeah.”

He tossed his keys up and down. “I would like to point out, for the record, that my pants remained zipped and my belt buckled for the entire evening.”

“Smart move on your part.” I hesitated, because I wanted to kiss him and I was pretty sure he wanted to kiss me, too, but the bike was in front of me, and Finn was several steps away and then two soldiers came around the side of the house and started rummaging in the back of one of the trucks.

“I better go,” I said.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. “I mean, with all those guys around and everything?”

“You’re the one who should be worried. You just took out the captain’s daughter without his permission.”

-31-

Dad was sitting by the bonfire in the backyard with Roy and a bunch of the others. The conversation died when I stepped into the circle of light.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said. “Just wanted to tell you I’m home.”

“How was the game?” Roy asked.

“We lost,” I said. “But the stars were nice.”

“Sleep tight, princess.” Dad’s face was half in shadow, angular and old-looking. I wanted to sit on the ground next to him and lean against his knee and have him smooth my hair back and tell me that everything was going to be all right, but the awful thing was, I wasn’t sure it could be. He was sober, still drinking soda, surrounded by guys who understood everything he’d been through, but his good mood of the afternoon had vanished. He looked lost again, haunted.

One of the younger soldiers got up and offered me a chair, but I muttered a quick g’night, and hurried inside.

Michael was parked in front of the television gaming with a couple of the privates, dribbling chew-stained spit into a paper cup. I went straight to my room without saying a word. Didn’t bother with a shower or brushing my teeth. I locked my bedroom door, changed into my pj’s, and crawled into bed with a book and my phone.

Finn texted just as I got comfortable:

am home

you ok?

yep

I texted back.

I waited, staring at the screen. Should I say anything else? Were we supposed to text all night long?

ttyt?

he asked.

sure

I hesitated, then held my breath and typed quickly:

flowers were sweet

stars spectacular

thx

He didn’t reply and he didn’t reply and he didn’t reply. I smacked myself in the forehead. “Anti-date,” what was that supposed to mean? He thinks I’m a nutcase now, a total crazy cakes, I said I was going to shove his nose into his brain, who says crap like that? and then my phone lit up again.

nxt to you

i didnt notice any stars

night

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  • Posted January 22, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    I have never been so hooked on a book before in my life. It's ha

    I have never been so hooked on a book before in my life. It's hard to put into words how I feel about it because it's just that good.
    Laurie Halse Anderson has a way with words and a way with capturing the audience. I found that it was so easy to relate to these characters, that they almost seemed like real people. You almost have to stop for a minute and remind yourself they're fictional. 
    The amount of romance in this book was perfect. It's not so over the top that someone who doesn't like romance novels would hate it (I'm not a fan of romance novels and I obviously loved this book). Yet there's enough of it for fans of romance to love it too.
    As someone who suffers from PTSD, I found that Laurie accurately conveyed what it's like with her words and through the main character. The effects of PTSD are so accurately portrayed here that if you don't suffer from it, you almost don't even have to wonder what it's like.

    Overall this was an extremely good read. Despite its length, I read it all in one sitting! 

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted January 7, 2014

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    Wow this was a great book. I didn't buy it on my nook, but I read it somewhere else. I highly reccomend it.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 26, 2014

    This is a very well written novel by the ever talented Laurie Ha

    This is a very well written novel by the ever talented Laurie Halse-Anderson. Based on experiences from her own life, Halse-Anderson once again pens a poignant coming of age story ripe with love, loss, and self-exploration.

    Finally stationary long enough to attend a real high school, Hayley Kincaid hardly has time to focus on the trivial subjects set before her knowing her life at home could disintegrate at any time. Andy, her father, suffers immensely from PTSD brought on by his time in the War--having both good days and bad--causing Hayley to mold her life around his. It is a heartbreaking tale of triumph and misery, one that is beautifully told.

    Although I tad bit lengthy, this is an amazing look into the life of PTSD. It shows the difficulties that many suffer from once home from war, and it shows the havoc these difficulties can have on families, especially children. Hayley is an exceptionally strong female lead, held up by those who love her and her belief that her father may get better--though in her heart she knows that a good day is becoming more rare with each day that passes.

    Caught between shielding her father and taking care of herself, Hayley struggles, taking on burdens no child should have to deal with. Closed off and afraid to open up, she slowly begins to trust others, seeking the help needed in order to provide healing. It's a touching story that all should read.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2014

    The true knife

    The wordsin this book just slice right through you in each chapter

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  • Posted April 19, 2014

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    To know that everyone starts out as a freak according to Hayley,

    To know that everyone starts out as a freak according to Hayley, gives me great comfort. To know that we are all on the same playing field, no one better than another, we are all equals in life just passing through different stages, all freaks.
    Looking through the eyes of Hayley Kincain, life is complicated. If Hayley only had one wish, she would wish to have her father back; her father before he was broken. Hayley sarcasm and honesty has landed her in detention enough her senior year that the authorities are keeping a close watch on her. With Gracie at her side, Hayley just wants to get through this year and graduate. While others are concerned about their plans after graduation, Hayley just wants to get through another day. Her father is reliving the war in his mind and without help, the war is winning. The battles that her father fights are constant although his duty has been served and his purple heart has been pinned honorably. The war is separating Hayley from her father as he hides behind his drinking, his depression, the mood swings, the blackouts and his denial. Wanting her father to get help, he refuses to seek assist blaming these people for causing his suffering. When some of his Army buddies arrive at the house, Hayley is afraid of the reaction her father might have considering his previous symptoms. There is a war going on everywhere you look, someone needs to get help before there are more causalities.
    The character of Hayley was played out so well. From her sarcastic tone to her ability to stand up for what she thought was right, she was a great. She had me laughing out loud with her attitude as she was such a strong force and was not afraid to be heard. Her father was a mess so she was left to pick up the pieces and she did a good job of doing that. The story was great and the message was terrific.
    “A nurse sent us to an Activity Room. Whoever named it that had a sick sense of humor. Of the dozen residents there, only one seemed to have a pulse, a lady in a faded flowered dress pushing a walker so slowly it was hard to tell what direction she was moving in.”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2014

    This is an amazing book! I found myself completely wrapped insid

    This is an amazing book! I found myself completely wrapped inside this book through all the cold and warm situations. That may sound like a weird analogy or comparison but if you read this, you'll know what I mean. Laurie's writing style is unique and just plain perfect. I also love that she develops side characters so that they are not just apart of Hayley's life but that they have their own too. Besides the book being amazing, Laurie is quite the charmer herself. She's funny, open, and just very personable. I had the pleasure of meeting her through my school, and for all of you that think it's a little to old for 12 year olds. I think it depends on maturity because I am just a thirteen year old turning fourteen soon, and can NOT wait to read her other best sellers!

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  • Posted March 23, 2014

    The impossible knife of memory is a poinet story of a father and

    The impossible knife of memory is a poinet story of a father and daughter struggling between fighting their fears or letting it control them. Author Laurie Hasle Anderson has once again artfully portrayed a true to life tale, this time about how PTSD affects more than just the sufferers. This book is one that will make the reader reflect on their own issues and challenge them to overcome challenges through support and perseverance. Aside from the predictable and underdeveloped ending, this novel is relatable and nail biting. It speaks for the still-silent among society and forces the audience to acknowledge the real and painful truths that are too dangerous to ignore.
    The main character Hayley, is very relatable to the book's target audience of young adults. She is a high school senior who has just entered a new school after spending years on the road with her father trying to outrun the memories that haunt them both. Hayley finds it extremely difficult to fit it in because she is behind in acedemics and socially akward. Hayley's battle to be accepted is something every teen experiences due to the pressure to belong in school.
    Hayley’s friends and teachers encourage her to think about her own future instead of just her fathers, but she still debates going to college; Hayley fears if she leaves home, her father will not be able to take care of himself. This situation is reminiscent of the same situation that high school seniors are confronting now. The daunting task of decide your future can put stress on anyone. As a senior reading the book, I could identify with the decision to leave my family and creating my own future but also with the anxiety that such an impactful chocie creates.
    Anderson ends a multitude of chapter with a cliff hanger thus rending the reader to say, " just one more chapter..." However, one more chapter quickly turns into ten chapters when reading this novel. Between Hayley's defensive and agressive attitude and Andy's drastic mood swings and past demons, the book makes readers want more thus leading to a interesting read. These chapter ending also are extremly resonating because they connect to the heart-wrenching emotions the characters experience. This mix of action with feeling result in a gripping page-turner.
    The conclusion to this novel was only a few pages that briefly told Andy and Hayley's future. However, it felt rushed and not as detailed as the rest of this amazing book. Anderson would have benefited from extending this last chapter to include more information about how the characters progress. The novel also had a sappy " happily ever after" ending. After all the anticipation that Andy would finally snap, the ending was both a disappointment and a relief. On one hand, a book with an unforeseen ending leaves the reader with with a shock value, the characters deserved peaceful closure wrapped up with a bow.
    I highly recomend The Impossible Knife of Memory to anyone who feels like they need hope or inspiration in their lives. Although be warned- it will make you cry. So grab a box of tissues, a comfortable chair and hunker down to enjoy the stunning and powerful book, The Impossible Knife of Memory.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2014

    Amazing Book!!!

    Laurie Halse Anderson outdid herself yet again!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2014

    I havent read this yet and no one had ever put good coments belo

    I havent read this yet and no one had ever put good coments below so why wont i be the first ... right. SOO BUY APPLAUSE by Lady Gaga on itunes tonight or else you are no friend of mine

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  • Posted February 23, 2014

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    Laurie Halse Anderson has done it again. This woman just never f

    Laurie Halse Anderson has done it again. This woman just never fails to leave me speechless after finishing a book that she has written. Wintergirls being one of my favorite books I have read, The Impossible Knife of Memory is also making its way to my favorites list. It was interesting and different, for me at least, to see the main protagonist  actually be a typical teenager. Other than this book, I have only read Speak and Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, both in which the characters voice is very... quiet? I'm not sure that's the right word, but they've never been full of sarcasm and all. Anyways, Hayley is the main protagonist in this book. Hayley has been moving from place to place with her father, and never settling in one place. When her father decides he wants to live back in his hometown, so that Hayley can attend school and have a normal life, things start to change. I obviously don't want to give out too much information, but let me tell you, this book will give you LOTS of feels! Hayley was such a wonderful character! She didn't really stand out to me at first, but as I got to know her better, I really started to love her! She is struggling with so much, and I can't even believe that she is able to handle all of that and is able to smile later on. Never having attended school before, it is a struggle for her. I liked seeing her friends, and Finn was a great addition to the book. It's a first to see a relationship in a Laurie Halse Anderson book for me, and I really enjoyed it. The dad! OH MY GOD! Sometimes, I literally felt like killing the dad. Hayley's dad is struggling with nightmares, and his time at war has had a major impact in him. It was heartbreaking to see how much it had affected him, and it was tougher to see Hayley deal with it. I have to admit, it got kind of boring in the middle. I still kept on reading though because it had a promising beginning. I am SO thankful that it ended with a BANG! The last hundred pages or so were just SO intense I could NOT put it down! I spend the last thirty minutes of New Year's Eve reading it and crying my eyes out! Then I knew, this had to be an all time favorite. Those last hundred pages just changed everything, and my love for the book just grew more and more. I definitely would recommend this book to all realistic fiction/contemporary readers! Fans of Laurie Halse Anderson, fear no more, because this will NOT be a disappointment!

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  • Posted February 22, 2014

    Young adult novel

    This is a young adult novel that I chose to read because of the reviews it was getting on Publisher's Weekly. The books shows the destruction of a family whose father is suffering from PTSD.
    The book was just okay for me. I did not feel a connection to the characters and therefore, had no emotional reaction to the events.

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  • Posted February 15, 2014

    A book that tackles a really tough subject on PTSD in a wonderfu

    A book that tackles a really tough subject on PTSD in a wonderful and touching way. Hayley's story will linger with you for days waiting for a moment when you need some inspiring ideas to think about. A fresh real life story that isn't afraid to bear the harsh things that really do happen in everyday life. 

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  • Posted February 4, 2014

    Another great read!

    Laurie Halse Anderson has done it again! She does a great job telling real life stories and this one doesn't fail. Highly recommend to anyone who wants "real life".

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  • Posted February 1, 2014

    Great great book looking at PTSD and its affect on survivors and

    Great great book looking at PTSD and its affect on survivors and their loved ones.
    Couldn't put it down.

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