The Game of Love and Death

The Game of Love and Death

by Martha Brockenbrough
The Game of Love and Death

The Game of Love and Death

by Martha Brockenbrough

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Overview

Not since The Book Thief has the character of Death played such an original and affecting part in a book for young people.

Flora and Henry were born a few blocks from each other, innocent of the forces that might keep a white boy and an African American girl apart; years later they meet again and their mutual love of music sparks an even more powerful connection. But what Flora and Henry don't know is that they are pawns in a game played by the eternal adversaries Love and Death, here brilliantly reimagined as two extremely sympathetic and fascinating characters. Can their hearts and their wills overcome not only their earthly circumstances, but forces that have battled throughout history? In the rainy Seattle of the 1920's, romance blooms among the jazz clubs, the mansions of the wealthy, and the shanty towns of the poor. But what is more powerful: love? Or death?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780545924221
Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
Publication date: 08/30/2016
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 447,798
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x (d)
Lexile: 710L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

About The Author
Martha Brockenbrough is the critically acclaimed author of the YA novels Into the Bloodred Woods, The Game of Love and Death, and Devine Intervention; the middle grade novel To Catch a Thief; and numerous nonfiction titles, picture books, and chapter books. She teaches at Vermont College of Fine Arts and lives in Seattle, Washington, with her husband, their two daughters, two dogs, and two cats. You can visit her online at marthabrockenbrough.com.

Read an Excerpt

From The Game of Love and DeathHenry's playing took on urgency. His impulse had been to make Flora hear him and realize her mistake. But the music swallowed him. He didn't want to hurt her. He just wanted to play. Time slowed down enough that he could turn what he was feeling into notes. A lock of hair slipped onto his forehead and his skin grew hot, but his hands stayed light and fast. He played as if he could not go wrong, as if he were meant to be right there, doing the thing he'd been born to do. The ground and his body and the sky were no longer separate, but as related as three notes could be in an infinite variety of chords. Henry didn't notice when faces appeared over the fence. Flora's band. A line of men stunned to see the source of the sound. As they listened, the men removed their hats. Eventually, they ventured glances at one another. No one spoke.Henry played until he'd said his piece. His shirt stuck to his back and a drop of sweat from his forehead fell to the sidewalk. He looked up and acknowledged his audience. Flora stood atop the porch steps. She held one hand on her chest, clutching her dress."Henry, wait," she said, her voice roughed up.She started down the steps. Henry wouldn't wait. He put his bass and bow back in its case, snapping it shut. Then he turned, opened the back door of the Cadillac, eased his instrument inside, and closed the door. He did not look back as he stepped into the driver's seat, started the engine, and headed home.

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