A debut novel for fans of The Fault in Our Stars that thoughtfully and humorously depicts teen Ricky Bloom's struggles with a recent chronic illness diagnosis.
As if her parents' divorce and sister's departure for college weren't bad enough, fourteen-year-old Ricky Bloom has just been diagnosed with a life-changing chronic illness. Her days consist of cursing everyone out, skipping schoolwhich has become a nightmaredaydreaming about her crush, Julio, and trying to keep her parents from realizing just how bad things are. But she can't keep her ruse up forever.
Ricky's afraid, angry, alone, and one suspension away from repeating ninth grade when she realizes: she can't be held back. She'll do whatever it takes to move forwardeven if it means changing the person she's become. Lured out of her funk by a quirky classmate, Oliver, who's been there too, Ricky's porcupine exterior begins to shed some spines. Maybe asking for help isn't the worst thing in the world. Maybe accepting circumstances doesn't mean giving up.
|Product dimensions:||5.60(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.30(d)|
|Age Range:||12 - 17 Years|
About the Author
Karol Ruth Silverstein attended the American Film Institute and works as a writer and screenwriter in L.A. Cursed is her debut novel.
Read an Excerpt
I have a perfect mouth. That is, according to my dentist, aka my dad, aka Dr. Dad.
Straight white teeth. Healthy pink gums. Zero cavities. Perfect.
The rest of me is anything but. It's irregular. Damaged. Cursed.
Here's the basic info on me (the me I am now anyway):
1. I currently live with my dad in his one-bedroom bachelor pad, aka Dr. Dad's Batch Pad. He obviously wasn't thinking about me—or my older sister, Dani—when he rented this place. All there is for us to sleep on when we visit is the lumpy pullout couch in his poor excuse for a living room. Right after Thanksgiving, the Disaster-Formerly-Known-As-My-Parents decided I should live here. For my own good, they said. Now I'm riding the Sofa-Bed-From-Hell full time and Dani's so busy at college studying every second she's not burning up the basketball court, she hardly ever visits.
2. I'm fourteen and I'm in middle school. I kid you not. I was in high school, like a normal fourteen year old, back at the beginning of the year, before I got shipped to my dad's. Now I'm enrolled in glorious Grant Middle School, the only seven-eight-nine school left in Philadelphia, maybe the only one left in the country. It was the only school close to the Batch Pad that the Disaster-Formally-Known-As-My-Parents could get me into midyear.
3. Speaking of Glorious Grant Middle School, I haven't actually attended classes since the last week of December, which was about six weeks ago. No one knows. Not Mom. Not Dad. Not even Dani. Soon enough my secret will be out and, if I'm lucky, my parents will just kill me. If I'm not, they'll force me to go back to Glorious Grant Middle School, where I may or may not still be able to pass ninth grade.
4. My life seriously sucks (in case you haven't picked up on that yet). And it's not just living with Dr. Dad and going to middle school even though I'm fourteen or some other bullshit, like the boy I'm crushing on isn't crushing back. Trust me, my particular life suckage is on a whole different level. (For the record, the boy I was crushing on was totally crushing back—until I got sick.)
5. About that—I have this pathetic disease. Never mind what it's called. If I told you, you'd laugh and think I was joking. That's what Crush Boy did—right before he ghosted me. I did an internet search three months ago when I was first diagnosed, and what it turned up was so depressing I decided the less I knew, the better. Worse yet, pretty much no one gives a crap about this boring-ass disease. It's not something that would prompt my classmates to shave their heads in solidarity or have a bake sale for me. I doubt it's ever trended on Twitter. It's just this embarassing, painful, fucked up thing I have.
6. And, yeah, I curse. Deal with it.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Unflinching in its consideration of school and classroom culture, unerring in its perceptions through Ricky’s eyes, Cursed made me laugh and cry. It is a vivid, meaningful, and entertaining slice of middle school and pre-adolescent life. As the parent of a disabled young adult and a long-time teacher, I felt a potent connection to Ricky’s coming to terms with herself as disabled all the while coming of age (a one-two punch) in the context of her “new” life with parents divorcing and sister away at college. Cursed is wonderful! It is great fun spending time with Ricky, her family, and friends. I will miss them, though each character’s narrative is resolved in a most satisfying way by the story's end.
Cursed is such a fantastic read. The writing is witty, sharp, emotional, and deeply immersive. Silverstein's heroine is wonderfully complicated. She's far from perfect, which keeps her from being a symbolic hero or martyr and makes her land on the page with the kind of complexity anyone can relate to. She makes some bad choices and some good choices, like everyone else, and she does so while dealing with a challenge most of us don't have to face. This is a book about a teenager dealing with chronic pain. It's also a book about developing confidence, mending broken friendships, finding your tribe, and learning to speak up for what you need--even when that's really, really hard to do. It's about building tools to manage the challenges life throws at us, whether that's illness, family struggles, or just getting over our own mistakes. It's at once a very specific story and a profoundly universal one. There's a beautiful mentorship story woven through, as well as an a-dork-able romance. I loved the relationships the heroine formed, and the brilliant wit with which the story was told. It's a book that lets us see through the eyes of someone with unique challenges while being thoroughly entertaining from start to finish. It's also filled with love. It's a powerful debut and I hope we see a lot more from Silverstein in years to come.
I enjoyed reading Cursed cover-to-cover. It was quick and easy to get to the end of one chapter and think “Just one more.” I laughed a lot. Most important to me, I related to so much. I faced a life-changing disability at 45 with so many more tools than main character Ricky has at age 13. This story is a gift for anyone who is in, or who loves someone in, a similar situation.
I couldn't put this book down. I'm not a young adult - I'm 71 years old. It is a wonderful book. Both funny and sad. Eye opening. Do yourself a favor and get it. I'm lending my copy to everyone I know.