The Sweet Dead Life

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The angel book gets a Texas makeover from the author of the Dreaming Anastasia series.

"I found out two things today: One, I think I'm dying. And two, my brother is a perv."

So begins the diary of Jenna Samuels, who is having a very bad year. Her mother spends all day in bed. Dad  vanished when she was nine. Her older brother, Casey, tries to hold together what’s left of the family by working two after-school jobs—difficult, as he’s stoned...

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Overview

The angel book gets a Texas makeover from the author of the Dreaming Anastasia series.

"I found out two things today: One, I think I'm dying. And two, my brother is a perv."

So begins the diary of Jenna Samuels, who is having a very bad year. Her mother spends all day in bed. Dad  vanished when she was nine. Her older brother, Casey, tries to hold together what’s left of the family by working two after-school jobs—difficult, as he’s stoned all the time. To make matters worse, Jenna is sick. Really sick. When she collapses one day, Casey tries to race her to the hospital in their beat-up Prius and crashes instead.
 
Jenna wakes up in the ER to find Casey beside her, looking pretty good. Better than ever, in fact. Downright... angelic. The flab and zits? Gone. Before long, Jenna figures out that her brother didn’t survive the accident at all, and she isn’t just sick; she’s being poisoned. Casey has been sent back to help Jenna find out who’s got it out for her, a mystery that leads to more questions about their mother’s depression and their father’s disappearance.

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For 13-year-old Jenna Samuels, things have been going really badly: She's pretty sure she's dying, her father has mysteriously abandoned the family, her mother is nearly catatonic with depression, and then her brother dies and becomes an "A-word." Her life--and health--rapidly disintegrating, Jenna is convinced that she is dying. Through her journal entries, she recounts what she knows for sure as she tries to piece together a month's worth of her life turning upside down. Jenna and her anything-but-cherubic brother Casey work together with the help of another angel, Amber, to determine what exactly has happened to the Samuels family and why. Soon they discover a sinister plot and realize they must save their family before it's too late. Jenna's sarcastic and sassy tone will easily resonate with readers, and her keen observations are derisive and laugh-out-loud funny. While the refreshing lack of romance is a welcome change from the usual angel fare, some conventions of the trope remain (will we ever get away from paranormal beings who sparkle?). Certain plot aspects, however, seem not entirely fleshed out: Amber's character has a shadowy past that's never addressed; it's never really clear how humans can see and interact with angels and never guess that they're otherworldly; and then the book abruptly ends--perhaps a sequel waits in the wings? Hallelujah! A paranormal tale of angels that's not a romance, making it a novel that breaks the mold. (Paranormal fiction. 13 & up)
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Praise for The Sweet Dead Life

“A smart, sassy, supernatural mystery chock-full of heart, hope and fun.”
New York Times bestselling author Cynthia Leitich Smith

"The Sweet Dead Life is mischief and mayhem, zippy one-liners, mystery and a tiny bit of tragedy. A-word: Awesome."
—E. Lockhart, author of Fly On The Wall

“There’s a whole lot going on here: poisonings, blackmail, sibling relationships, romance, and abandonment, in addition to angels, but the unifying thread is Jenna’s clever, bitter, self-aware, and loving voice ... Preble’s lively descriptions and unusually well-drawn, caring sibling relationship (a topic not usually explored in teen fiction) are especially  noteworthy.”
—Booklist

"A snarky, sarcastic murder mystery that I absolutely couldn’t put down!”
—Jack and Jill Magazine

“Bizarre? Yes, very. Fun to read? Yes, very.”
—The Examiner

“Hallelujah! A paranormal tale of angels that’s not a romance, making it a novel that breaks the mold.”
—Kirkus
 
"[A] funny new series."
Crimespree Magazine

"The Sweet Dead Life is fun and exciting, exactly what you’d expect from a dynamic writer like Joy Preble."
─Write All The Words!


Praise for Dreaming Anastasia

 
"A ride of paranormal fantasy, contemporary and historical fiction, with a little bit of romance. It's the perfect blend."
Examiner.com
 
"Dreaming Anastasia is a story of love and loss on many different levels. It was a wild, fun, and sweetly romantic ride."
Galleysmith.com
 
"A roller-coaster ride"
─Kirkus Reviews
 

 

School Library Journal
Gr 5–9—This colorful tale of Texas teens vs. comically juvenile adults moves quickly and is never short on laughs. Eighth-grader Jenna has already endured the disappearance of her father; the complete vegetablization of her mother; and a bizarre and sudden illness that turns her pea green, her tongue full of weird dark patches, and a rash on her feet that makes even her favorite pair of boots unbearable. So when her brother wrecks their Prius in an effort to get Jenna to the hospital, she doesn't quite notice the strange circumstances of the crash. She does, however, notice her brother's transformation from paunchy stoner to chiseled hunk. His appearance isn't the only thing that's drastically altered. Jenna's life takes a serious turn when she is informed that her illness is the product of slow and deliberate poisoning. Jenna and her newly reformed brother begin to question everything from their father's disappearance to their mother's mysterious ailments. Preble's narrator is spot-on, and readers will relate to her as she speaks, acts, and behaves like a 14-year-old. Although several questions are left unanswered, they don't detract from the story; if anything, they lend credibility. After all, some subjects are too complicated for a cookie-cutter ending. The Sweet Dead Life is a great addition to any collection.—Jennifer Furuyama, Pendleton Public Library, OR
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616951504
  • Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 5/14/2013
  • Series: Sweet Dead Life Series , #1
  • Pages: 244
  • Sales rank: 767,057
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: HL640L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Joy Preble

Joy Preble is the author of the popular and highly acclaimed Dreaming Anastasia series. A former English teacher, Joy grew up in Chicago and is a graduate of Northwestern University. She is now a full time writer and lives with her family in Texas, where she has learned to say "y'all" without any hint of irony. A tireless advocate for literacy and great books, she is at the center of the all-important Texas YA scene.

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The Sweet Dead Life


By Joy Preble

Soho Teen

Copyright © 2013 Joy Preble
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781616951504

Jenna’s Journal
December 3rd

I found out two things today: One, I think I’m dying. And two, my brother is a perv.
     My friend Maggie says that things happen for a reason. This is how Mags thinks: that there’s an explanation for everything and you just have to find out what it is. Like
the time in second grade when I got the flu and couldn’t go on the class trip to Huntsville to see the giant statue of Sam Houston. According to Maggie, the universe spit this out on purpose. Maybe if I’d been there, something bad would have happened, like a pigeon crapping in my hair while I stared up at Sam’s enormous head. Someone might have broken into our house, but didn’t because they peeked through the window and saw me lying on the couch all feverish, watching The Price is Right. Maggie believes the world works like that.
     Me? I don’t. This drives Mags nuts, but like my dad used to say, “You believe what you believe. Who am I to say you’re batshit crazy?”
     My father bailed on us when I was eight and we haven’t seen him since, but at least he left me words to live by and a colorful vocabulary. Unfortunately, the administration of Ima Hogg Junior High is not a fan of colorful vocabulary. Even though I’m probably dying of some strange disease—I’ll get to that in a second—they had no problem assigning me three days of after school detention for calling my algebra teacher Mr. Collins an asshat. Which he is.
     You would think a school named after a woman whose parents had an obvious screw loose in the naming department would be more reasonable. You would think.
     So this is what I was going to tell Casey—a.k.a. my perv brother—when I walked into his room. That he was going to have to pick me up at five for the next three afternoons because the state of Texas had cut the budget, and that there was no more late bus for juvenile offenders like me, and that it was way too far to walk in my currently dying condition.
     Okay, at that moment I didn’t really know I was dying. The doctors (all five of them) have been shifty about actually telling us that there’s no cure for what I have. I’m just a thirteen-year-old girl who had to quit track because I can’t run even as far as the mailbox anymore without gasping for breath. I’ve got weird rashes on my feet and funny dark patches on my tongue. My white blood cell count is totally out of whack. I’m always cold and I’m thirsty even though I drink like I’m a camel preparing for a desert trip. And just for grins, my pee has started to look a little green.
     Here’s what I don’t have: Cancer. Diabetes. Scabies. Ebola. Menengitis. Beri beri. Flu. Congestive Heart Failure. Pica. Exploding Head Syndrome. (Yes, it’s real. Look it up!)
     Anyway, Casey’s silver Prius was in the driveway this afternoon when I got home. It’s really my mom’s car, but Mom isn’t exactly driving much these days. She’s not paying the bills much either, but that’s another story. And here’s the thing I’ve learned about a Prius. If your stoner brother (yes, Casey the perv) leaves it running all night because, in his words, “It’s like a fucking stealth-mobile. Really, Jenna, I had no idea it was on,” it will likely not be able to take either of you to school the next morning. And if your brother lets his stoner pal Dave borrow it to go get tacos at Jack in the Box
at two AM, it’s likely to come back with the hood scratched and a huge dent in the front bumper. Not to mention likely to stink like a combination of grease and weed.
     “Likely” is a word I toss around a lot when it comes to Casey, because even when he tells the truth—and this is the kicker; he usually does—he sounds like the worst, stupidest liar on the planet.
     Dave blamed the accident on the Prius dash display. According to Dave, it’s extremely distracting because you can set it to show you when the car is running on battery, so the blinking lights freaked him out and caused him to close his eyes after placing his taco order. This is why he bashed into the drive-through menu. In no way did Dave believe that this incident related to what he had inhaled prior to the taco run.
     Dave to Jack-in-the-Box worker: “Dude. I’m stuck in the menu.”
     Jack-in-the-Box worker: “Dos tacos. That’s Spanish for dos tacos.”

     I walked in, tossed my backpack on the couch and headed upstairs. Mom’s door was closed. No surprise there. I thought about knocking. The thought didn’t last long. I
could hear whatever was on her TV, a cooking show by the sound of it. Mom hasn’t  cooked a meal in at least a year, but she’s got this thing for the Food Network. “That Paula Deen,” she commented the other day, “do you know she used to be afraid to leave the house? Now look at her.”
     I didn’t want to look at Paula Deen. I wanted my mother to snap out of whatever kept her inside the house all day. My tongue was covered with dots and my pee had begun to look like dye for green lifesavers. But when your mother is still in the same sweats and T-shirt in which she’s spent the last three days and nights, telling her that maybe you’ve got some freaky jungle fever probably isn’t going to make a difference.
     Last week, I proved this theory by showing her my tongue. She cried and told Casey to take me to the dentist. Then cried some more when we reported that: a) The Visa card was rejected and we now owed the dentist $250 and b) Dr. Kensington had informed me that the tongue was “mysterious.”
     I climbed the stairs, tired and pissed at Mr. Collins and
the Ima Hogg detention policy. My boots felt too heavy for my legs, which was a  definite bummer because I loved those boots. They were brown square-toed Ariats that I’d gotten at Bubba’s Boot Town. I still had the receipt—not because I planned on returning them, but because it listed the name of the guy who’d sold them to me. I was wearing boots that had been fitted by a salesman sporting a huge Texas-shaped
silver belt buckle, whose name tag identified him as Jesus. You don’t return boots like that, even if some weird disease is making it hard for you to walk in them.
     Casey’s door was closed. I knocked. It was probably hard for him to hear me over the sound of Katy Perry singing about wanting to see someone’s peacock. So I turned the knob and walked in.
     My brother was sitting against the headboard of his bed, his laptop on the comforter next to him, and his right hand down his jeans. He was wearing a MOUNTAIN DEW T-shirt with a stain on the front. He was breathing sort of heavily. The state of Texas did not believe in sex education, but we still had cable and high speed Internet. I was not unaware of what he was doing.
     “Gross!” I hollered.
     It took Casey a few seconds to register my presence. He scowled and yanked his hands out of his pants. If there is anything worse than being saddled with an  unidentifiable disease and three days of detention, it is walking into your brother’s room to find him, unzipped, on a porn site. Correction: I had no idea if he was looking at porn since I couldn’t see the laptop screen. For all I knew, he was jacking off to pictures of the Grand Canyon. Which might explain his lack of a girlfriend . . .
     A pain sliced through my head so hard that I gasped. Tiny white dots hazed my vision. Terrific. My brother is pleasuring himself to pictures of the Colorado River and I’m the one who’s going blind. I clutched at my temples. Vaguely, above the sound of
Katy Perry, now reminiscing about the taste of cherry Chapstick, I heard Casey’s voice saying something. The smell of stale marijuana and possibly the remains of a tuna sandwich wafted through my nostrils. I crumpled slowly to the floor. Maybe I’d have fallen faster, but the Ariats made my legs less flexible. Thank you, Jesus.
     I hit the carpet with a thud, my cheek pressed against something grossly squishy that I was too distracted to identify. Above me on the bed, Casey screamed. It sounded like, “Jenna, don’t break my bong.” Or maybe, “Jenna, I’m going to sing a song.”
     “I think I’m going to puke,” I managed. Could heads actually split in two like in a cartoon? Because that’s what mine felt like it was about to do.
     “Hang on,” he said. I felt-more-than-saw him fling himself off the bed. “Lemme get the garbage can.”
     I lay on Casey’s less than clean cream-colored carpet, taking shallow breaths and trying not to vomit. The room had fallen silent. Maybe Casey had turned down the volume. Or else I was going deaf along with everything else. I willed myself not to pass out and—since I had nothing better to do—I scanned the crap under Casey’s bed, which seemed to include a lot of wadded up pieces of Kleenex. A plate with half of what was definitely that tuna sandwich I’d smelled was sitting in the middle of the used tissues.
     Note to self: Spray laptop with Lysol before using.
     “Here.” Casey shoved the garbage can at my head. “Can you sit up?”
     “Only if your pants are zipped.”
     “Ha ha. Did you ever hear of knocking?”
     “I have three days of after-school detention,” I said, because honestly this was why I came in here wasn’t it?
     I managed to ease myself up off the floor. Casey kneeled next to me holding the garbage can like he was offering me a prize. His hair was sticking up at funny angles and his breath smelled like corn nuts. His eyes looked a little red. He reached up and picked what turned out to be a halfchewed corn nut off my cheek. Then he smoothed my hair back and held it while I vomited into the can.
     We peered at the puke when I was done. If I had to color it in a picture, I’d use the forest green crayon.
     “What have you been eating?” Casey asked. He stared at the puke some more and then at me. I wiped a stray dot of vomit off my Ariats. I had recently cleaned them with some leather cleaner that Jesus had talked me into along with the boots.
     “Nothing. Nauseous all day. Oh wait . . . I had an apple slice during nutrition.”  Nutrition was what Ima Hogg called our fifteen minute break. I guess because we were too old for them to call it recess.
     “Oh.”
     “Yeah,” I said. “Take your hand off my head. I know where it’s been.”
     Then I passed out.
     When I came to, we both agreed that maybe I was dying.

Continues...

Excerpted from The Sweet Dead Life by Joy Preble Copyright © 2013 by Joy Preble. Excerpted by permission of Soho Teen, a division of Random House, Inc.
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  • Posted May 16, 2013

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    Sweet Dead Life is such a refreshing angel story. The angels ar

    Sweet Dead Life is such a refreshing angel story. The angels aren't broody, or anything like angels in other books. In fact this angel is the sort, you might not want your kiddos hanging out with.

    Jenna is an awesome character. She's spunky, and doesn't hold back her thoughts. I love that's she's out there. I also adore the fact that this book isn't centered around her pining over some boy. Her and her brother, Casey, are trying to figure what is wrong with her and her mom. They have supported their family any way they can. Casey is a mess. He tries to keep food in the house for Jenna, and his biggest downfall is that he is stoned much of the time. He has the best of intentions though.

    I really enjoyed the fact that Preble included drugs in her story. It's something that kids face everyday, and I hope that they can choose what's right and wrong. The story is fast paced, and there's always something that keeps Jenna and Casey occupied. You realize how important these siblings are to each other. I love how they react to each other. It reminds me a lot of my relationship with my brother. We annoy each other, but we love each other. It's the same for these two.

    If you're looking for a fun, quick read, then this book is for you. It's sweet, loving, and mysterious. I'm ready for the sequel next year!

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  • Posted January 15, 2014

    Such an original, funny and sad, mysterious story - a take on an

    Such an original, funny and sad, mysterious story - a take on angels like no other! 

    Jenna has a lot going on in her life right now - her father has abandoned the family, her mother seems to be in a depression and hardly ever leaves her bed, and her older brother, Casey, is your typical teenage boy that tries to keep things together the best way that a teenage boy can. Which can be pretty difficult at times since Jenna is always sick with some sort of mystery illness that the doctors can never figure out. When Jenna gets extremely ill, Casey attempts to rush her to the hospital and unfortunately gets into a bad car accident on the way there. Jenna tries to keep alert, but now with a few injuries on top of being so very sick, she can hardly hang on and keep track as to what has happened to her brother. 
    When she wakes up, things get very, very interesting... 

    The book does start with a 'middle grade' sort of feel, but once things start moving along it definitely takes a good 'young adult' turn. We see spunky 13 year old Jenna mature and take responsibility like no other teen should have to. With creativity, humor and sass, Jenna is able to deal with whatever life throws her way - her absence from school, her medical care, having no adult supervision, taking care of her mother and to top it all off - a brother who is now an angel?! And that's not all! With the help of Casey's 'angel-ism', they soon discover that Jenna's illness and their mothers forgetfulness and supposed depression are related and someone is purposefully making them sick, maybe even trying to kill them! And all of this may be the reason why their father has disappeared... 

    The relationship between Jenna and Casey is so realistic and amazing - every time they are together you get some really great sister and brother moments that leave you chuckling and, if you have a sibling, completely relating to them. They have their ups and downs, but under the circumstances that have come to light, they need each other more than ever. And absolutely nothing can keep these two apart. Not even a pair of angel wings. 

    A fast-paced novel for ages 12 and up. There is something for everyone in this book. Joy Preble has wowed me with her writing and realistic story. She really knows how to create a realistic family dynamic. 
    I am really looking forward to reading the next book in the series called THE A-WORD, which is expected to be released in May 2014.

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  • Posted June 11, 2013

    I really liked The Sweet Dead Life. I really liked the story lin

    I really liked The Sweet Dead Life. I really liked the story line and overall pace on everything that happened. It wasn't too fast or too slow. I also really liked the relationship between Jenna and her brother Casey. It seemed really genuine and true to how siblings really are. I also really liked the mystery element of the story. I am really liking mysteries lately and this just fit that need. The only thing that I didn't really like is their plan to confront the enemy without any real plan in mind. Overall, I really liked the story and enjoyed reading it.

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