Tada!
I love how the cover is in pieces!
Here's the blurb!
What if your life
wasn’t your own?
Liv comes out of a coma with no memory of
her past and two distinct, warring voices inside her head. Nothing, not even
her reflection, seems familiar. As she stumbles through her junior year, the
voices get louder, insisting she please the popular group while simultaneously
despising them. But when Liv starts hanging around with Spencer, whose own
mysterious past also has him on the fringe, life feels complete for the first
time in, well, as long as she can remember.
Liv
knows the details of the car accident that put her in the coma, but as the
voices invade her dreams, and her dreams start feeling like memories, she and
Spencer seek out answers. Yet the deeper they dig, the less things make sense.
Can Liv rebuild the pieces of her broken past, when it means questioning not
just who she is, but what she is?
And a lovely wee sneak preview!
Olivia reached up, feeling
the tender spots on her head. Her fingers brushed across a row of—were those
little ridges made of metal?
“Careful.
The staples are almost ready to come out, but it’s still going to be sore for a
while.”
Staples?!Her stomach rolled. I have staples in my head? She lowered her now-shaking hand. “Can I get a
mirror?”
Mom looked
at Dad, then back at her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not until you’ve
healed a little more.”
Mom patted
Olivia’s leg. “You just relax. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The two of
them left the room, but when Mom swung the door closed, it didn’t latch. Olivia
could hear their voices in the hall.
“I still
think we should…” She couldn’t make out the rest of Dad’s muffled words. “…know
if I can do this.”
“…late for
that,” Mom said. “We’d lose everything, including…” Her voice faded as they got
farther away. “…have to move.”
Olivia could tell the
conversation was tense, but the words were impossible to decipher now. Holding
a hand in front of her face, she turned it back and forth. A plastic tube ran
from her arm to a machine next to her bed. She peeked into her nightgown and
stared in horror at the long red stripe running down her chest.
Sick.
You’re alive. You shouldn’t be
thinking about looks.
Lowering her
hand, she scanned the room. I wonder how
my face looks. From the way Dad stared at me, plus the fact Mom won’t let me
see a mirror, it must be bad.
Brains are more important than
looks.
That’s what ugly people say.
Olivia put her hands on her head and squeezed.
“Stop it,” she whispered to her arguing thoughts, hysteria bubbling up and
squeezing the air from her lungs. What was happening to her? Why didn’t she
recognize her parents or know where she was? Who she was? Tears ran warm trails down her cheeks. “Just make it
all stop.”
All the Broken Pieces, by Cindi Madsen is available for pre-order on: Amazon | Barnes & Noble Be sure to add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads!
It will be released on the 2nd of December 2012!
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