Stolen

Stolen

by Lucy Christopher

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Overview

A stunning debut novel with an intriguing literary hook: written in part as a letter from a victim to her abductor. Sensitive, sharp, captivating!

Gemma, 16, is on layover at Bangkok Airport, en route with her parents to a vacation in Vietnam. She steps away for just a second, to get a cup of coffee. Ty--rugged, tan, too old, oddly familiar--pays for Gemma's drink. And drugs it. They talk. Their hands touch. And before Gemma knows what's happening, Ty takes her. Steals her away. The unknowing object of a long obsession, Gemma has been kidnapped by her stalker and brought to the desolate Australian Outback. STOLEN is her gripping story of survival, of how she has to come to terms with her living nightmare--or die trying to fight it.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780545170949
Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
Publication date: 04/01/2012
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 19,273
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Lucy Christopher’s novel STOLEN was named a Printz Honor Book by the ALA and received England’s Branford Boase award and Australia's golden Inky for best debut. In a starred review, Publishers Weekly called it
• “an emotionally raw thriller…a haunting account of captivity and the power of relationships.”* Lucy lives in Monmouth, Wales, where she is currently writing her third book, a psychological thriller for teens. Visit her website lucychristopher.com and follow her on Twitter @LucyCAuthor.

Read an Excerpt

It felt like we were flying. Fresh air hit me, smelling like flowers and cigarettes and beer. There were other people, somewhere, talking softly, shrieking like monkeys when they laughed. You pulled me through some shrubs, then around the corner of a building. A twig caught in my hair. We were near the rubbish bins. I could smell rotting fruit.

You pulled me to you again, tilting my face and saying something. Everything about you was fuzzy, floating on the fumes of the bins. Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it. You took my fingers in yours. The warmth of you shot from my fingertips right up my arm. You said something else. I nodded. Some part of me understood. I started getting undressed.

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