Summer In The Invisible City by Juliana RomanoSummer In The Invisible City by Juliana Romano

Summer In The Invisible City

byJuliana Romano

Hardcover | December 30, 2017

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Perfect for fans of Jenny Han and Sarah Dessen, a sparkling coming-of-age story about self-discovery, first love, and the true meaning of family

Seventeen-year-old Sadie Bell has this summer all figured out: She’s going to befriend the cool girls at her school. She's going to bond with her absentee father, a famous artist, and impress him with her photography skills. And she’s finally going to get over Noah, the swoony older guy who was her very first mistake.

Sadie wasn’t counting on meeting Sam, a funny and free-thinking boy who makes her question all of her goals. But even after a summer of talking, touching, and sharing secrets, Sam says he just wants to be friends. And when those Sadie cares about most hurt her, Sam's friendship may not be enough. Sadie can see the world through her camera, but can she see the people who have loved and supported her all along?

Set against a glamorous New York City backdrop, this coming-of-age romance is a gorgeous summer read—one whose characters will stay with you long into the fall.
Juliana was born in in New York, New York and grew up in Santa Monica, California. She received a B.A. from Wesleyan University and an M.F.A. in Painting from U.C.L.A. Juliana taught Drawing at Wesleyan University from 2011-2014, during which time she continued to make art and show her work internationally. Juliana began writing fictio...
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Title:Summer In The Invisible CityFormat:HardcoverDimensions:320 pages, 8.56 × 5.75 × 1.06 inPublished:December 30, 2017Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0525429174

ISBN - 13:9780525429173

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Chapter 1Memories are like plants: if you care for them, they grow. I’ve relived this one night so many times that what was once just a sapling has now become a tree, its roots twisting deep into the dirt.I was standing on the roof at a New Year’s Eve party during winter break of tenth grade. It was below freezing, but we stayed outside anyway because up there we could be reckless and loud. And sometimes the cold feels good, the way it holds your heart in its claws.Below me, the city spread out in all directions. Sparkling lights lined up in the neat rows of Manhattan, and the bridges to Queens and Brooklyn draped like beaded necklaces across the glassy East River. Looking at New York from above at night is like looking at a galaxy full of stars.“This is the best.”I turned and Noah Bearman was standing next to me. A lock of dark hair fell helplessly across his face, grazing the top of his sharp cheekbone and covering one of his dark eyes. He was wearing a sweatshirt that looked nowhere near warm enough. His hands were shoved into his pockets and his shoulders were hiked up to his ears, like maybe his muscles were cramping from the cold.“What is?” I asked, trying to act like it was normal that he would be talking to me.“This,” he said, looking at the view. His breath froze when he spoke, making icy, geometric shapes in the night air.I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and lit it. I hate smoking, but I thought it made me look cool. If Willa were there, she would have made me put it out. I sucked hard, hoping I seemed experienced.He watched as I took a drag and then asked, “Can I get one of those?”“Sure,” I said. I held the pack out to him. He paused before taking a cigarette, and I willed myself not to stare at him. Still, I couldn’t help notice the way the winter air had made his full lips even redder, and how it had turned his nose adorably pink.“Which one do I want?” he murmured.“What do you mean? They’re all the same,” I replied, confused.He looked at me and his eyes twinkled. “Are they?”Noah kept his eyes glued to mine as he reached into the pack and pulled out all the cigarettes. Then, he stuffed them all in his mouth so that they stuck out in every direction like crazy teeth. The whole time he kept looking at me.I said, “Those are my cigarettes. They’re expensive. Don’t waste them.”Noah didn’t answer me. He couldn’t speak anyway, with his mouth full of cigarettes. He held out his hand for my lighter and I gave it to him. He flicked it on and wiped the flame across the tips of the cigarettes, torching them all. They lit up at once.I was aware that Noah was doing something so strange and twisted that it verged on being mean. But he was trying to tell me something. And anything Noah Bearman wanted to tell me, I wanted to know.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice tiny now.He reached up and took the cigarettes out of his mouth, grabbing them with his full fist. Then he dropped them on the ground and stomped on them.“I just did you a favor,” he said. “Don’t be mad.”“I am mad.” I pouted. But I wasn’t.“I’m Noah,” he said, as if I didn’t know who he was.“I’m Sadie,” I told him.“So the girl with the red jacket has a name.”Noah Bearman wondered about my name?An icy wind howled, licking across the roof and whipping against us so hard that I had to turn my back on it and cower.“You’re shivering,” he said, tapping my elbow with his own.Even with the fabric of his sweatshirt and the thick wool of my coat between us, and even though it was just his elbow knocking against mine, Noah’s touch made the cold night turn hot.“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go inside.”So we did.In some ways, it doesn’t matter what happened next, or back at school, or in the year and a half since then. That night was perfect and I’ll always have it. I’ll hold on to the memory tight as I want, because it’s mine. 

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Summer in the Invisible City:“Romano’s novel wanders languorously through Sadie’s summer, treating readers to the same lushly detailed writing that distinguished her previous book… readers will enjoy meandering through the joys and disappointments of this quiet, reflective teen.”—Publishers Weekly"A lovely summer romance with plenty to say about art, friendship, and love."—Booklist"Her misplaced search for fatherly love and acceptance adds an extra level of depth and introspection to the author’s sophomore novel...A recommended purchase for fans of teen romance."—School Library Journal"An engaging coming-of-age tale."—Kirkus Reviews"Full of wonderful details of the daily life of an interesting central female character...as she navigates through a tough summer of learning about herself, what she wants for the future, and how her past defines her path forward."—VOYAPraise for First There Was Forever: * “Fans of Sarah Dessen and Jenny Han won’t want to miss this sensitive exploration of romantic and platonic relationships in flux, and young women coming into their own.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review “With descriptions that are rich, intimate, and a pure pleasure to read...[Romano] captures the awkwardness of teenagers grappling with feelings for which they have no language yet. In Nate and Lima, young readers will find a relationship that is both deliciously dreamy and achingly real.”—The Los Angeles Review of Books “An emotionally rich coming-of-age love story.”—Kirkus Reviews “Romano succeeds in capturing the awkwardness of first romantic encounters and in navigating the growing gray areas in life that emerge with age. Hand this one to fans of Jenny Han and Morgan Matson.”—Booklist “The author weaves her story together with expressive, figurative language...Recommend this novel to older teens who are romance fans.”—VOYA