The Nowhere Girls by Amy ReedThe Nowhere Girls by Amy Reed

The Nowhere Girls

byAmy Reed

Hardcover | October 10, 2017

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“A call-to-action to everyone out there who wants to fight back.” —Bustle

“Subversive anti-sexism—just try to put it down.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Cuts straight to the core of rape culture—masterfully fierce, stirring, and deeply empowering.” —Amber Smith, New York Times bestselling author of The Way I Used to Be

Three misfits come together to avenge the rape of a fellow classmate and in the process trigger a change in the misogynist culture at their high school transforming the lives of everyone around them in this searing and timely story.

Who are the Nowhere Girls?

They’re everygirl. But they start with just three:

Grace Salter is the new girl in town, whose family was run out of their former community after her southern Baptist preacher mom turned into a radical liberal after falling off a horse and bumping her head.

Rosina Suarez is the queer punk girl in a conservative Mexican immigrant family, who dreams of a life playing music instead of babysitting her gaggle of cousins and waitressing at her uncle’s restaurant.

Erin Delillo is obsessed with two things: marine biology and Star Trek: The Next Generation, but they aren’t enough to distract her from her suspicion that she may in fact be an android.

When Grace learns that Lucy Moynihan, the former occupant of her new home, was run out of town for having accused the popular guys at school of gang rape, she’s incensed that Lucy never had justice. For their own personal reasons, Rosina and Erin feel equally deeply about Lucy’s tragedy, so they form an anonymous group of girls at Prescott High to resist the sexist culture at their school, which includes boycotting sex of any kind with the male students.

Told in alternating perspectives, this groundbreaking novel is an indictment of rape culture and explores with bold honesty the deepest questions about teen girls and sexuality.
Title:The Nowhere GirlsFormat:HardcoverDimensions:416 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1.4 inPublished:October 10, 2017Publisher:Simon PulseLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1481481738

ISBN - 13:9781481481731

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from Should be mandatory to read A great book that tackled rape culture and victim blaming and misogyny and dissected things from every angle possible whether it was PC or not. Lots of characters from various ethnic backgrounds, sexual identities, class systems, and more. A great sister book to Jennifer Mathieu's "Moxie."
Date published: 2018-05-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Nowhere Girls It was easy to love all three lead girls, especially Erin, it’s an empowered story about some challenging subject matter with plenty of heart and a tiny bit of romance for each girl mixed in as well. #plumreview
Date published: 2018-04-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Important and Empowering Ever since I read and loved "Moxie" by Jennifer Mathieu, I’ve been living for all of the feminist lit. When I heard about "The Nowhere Girls" via a video on booktube, I knew I needed to read it. Since finishing the book the other night, its powerful and relevant story has been in my head. What I love about this book is that it talks about the ugly realities women face head on. Sometimes the book is a little hard to read, but that’s because it’s so honest. It talks about ugly things, but it does so in such a smart way. There’s no way to read this and not become enraged by what women go through. The book has changing POVs, but it definitely added to the story. We get to hear from our main characters, as well as minor characters, and even some characters that aren’t identified by name. All of their stories are important. The book shows how people struggle with truly being feminist and supporting your fellow females. That’s the other thing going for this book, the diversity and representation. There’s a plus size character, a lesbian POC, and a girl with Aspergers. I can’t speak to whether the representation is accurate, so please let me know if it isn’t. But I’m glad there was so much rep. The book talks about what consent is, how it isn’t necessarily vocal but can be expressed through tension in the body, etc. It talks about how sexualizing young girls is extremely damaging. And how often people in positions of authority don’t believe or help those who report rape. Men need to be taught about consent. Women need to support one another. The first chapters is a bit of an info dump: we’re introduced to key characters, etc. which makes the book seem a little dry. But at about 50 pages in, the plot really picks up. I can’t even properly express how much this book matters. It’s diverse, and it’s about sexism and rape culture. It’s about friends, family, and supporting one another. It’s about using your voice to bring about change. It’s full of brave people doing scary things, even if it means they could get into trouble at school or with their parents. "The Nowhere Girls" is such a thought-provoking and important book that everyone needs to read. It’s not without its faults, but I felt the book was so well executed, and the conclusion so empowering, that the weak aspects don’t bother me. I've spent most of today recommending the books to friends and on social media. #plumreview
Date published: 2018-03-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from PICK THIS UP *I received a copy of this book from Indigo Books & Music Inc. in exchange for an honest review* This book is SO extremely important and I truly believe that every girl should read it. The Nowhere Girls focuses on the point of view of three main characters: 1) Grace Salter: the new girl in town who wants to make a difference 2)Rosina Suarez: a queer punk girl from a Mexican immigrant family 3)Erin Delillo: an autistic teen who craves order and routine These three outcasts ban together in order to fight the oppressive and sexist attitudes that run rampant in their small town. They protect victims of rape and encourage all of the girls in their school to accept and protect one another. This book teaches teens that rape is not okay, that no means no, and that a victim is never alone. Recommended for fans of: Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. Trigger warnings for: rape, sexual assault and bullying.
Date published: 2018-02-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An Essential Book For Girls Everywhere This book was heart-breaking and STUNNING and really dealt with rape and privilege and even feminism in the midst of it all and I was CRYING by the time I reached the end because I haven’t had a book make me feel and think as much as The Nowhere Girls did in a WHILE. THE NOWHERE GIRLS IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT BOOK FOR GIRLS EVERYWHERE. It’s uplifting, real, heart-breaking and filled with girl power. The story itself is centred on girls from different ethnic and economic backgrounds as well as just girls with different personalities. In fact, most of the chapters are told from the point of view of ‘Us’ – that is, all these different and wonderful girls and IT WAS SO TOUCHING. MY THOUGHTS: 1. Before we go any further, this book might contain a lot of triggers from someone who is a victim of abuse, so TRIGGER WARNINGS: Rape, sexual and physical assault, sexual harassment and panic attacks. 2. This book was INTENSE. Not only the story itself, but the descriptions that came along with it – from what all the girls banding together felt and thought to the descriptions of the abuse itself. It didn’t let up, because it was tackling such an important issue and I really appreciated the intensity. 3. The first character we’re introduced to is Grace Salter, who is an empathetic girl that is pretty much left to her own devices who lives in the room of a girl who was raped and run out of town. Her viewpoint is harrowing and I loved the growth she went through in this book. 4. Erin, the second girl we’re introduced to, has Asperger’s. I love that we got to know Erin outside of where she stood on the spectrum, as well as about her disease. We see how she views life and relationships and everything about her was wonderfully done. 5. I’m still on the fence as to how I feel about the third girl – Rosina. I felt for her, definitely, but I didn’t connect with her. 6. Like I said in the beginning, though we were introduced to the world from these three girls’ viewpoints, a LOT of the book was told from the Viewpoint of “Us.” Us stands for all the girls that are a part of the town, facing different battles in their lives. They talked about double standards, choice, reputation, beliefs, experiences and SO MUCH MORE. Honestly, reading this book from an “Us” perspective made me CONNECT. It made this book heart-wrenchingly read and it broke me. The Nowhere Girls is probably one of the MOST IMPORTANT BOOKS OUT THERE FOR TEENAGE GIRLS because it tackles the rape culture, patriarchy, double standards and misogyny and in the centre of it all, shows you how powerful girls standing by each other can be. I could not recommend it more. This should be on all essential reading lists.
Date published: 2018-02-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok everyone had been telling me to pick this book up, and I had super high expectations. However, when I actually read it, I realized it was NOT worth it
Date published: 2018-01-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I loved it to the ending. The ending was a bit too much, but I have hope that the series will be redeemed
Date published: 2017-12-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok This story is so important and I would love to see more like it involving this content!!!
Date published: 2017-12-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Powerful and Timely The Nowhere Girls by Amy Reed is about three young women who decide to fight the rape culture that exists within their small town. Grace Salter moves with her parents to Prescott, Oregon from Kentucky. On her first day at her new high school, she makes what becomes a significant decision to sit with Erin DeLillo and Rosina Suarez in the school cafeteria at lunch time and quickly bonds with them. Erin DeLillo is an outsider who is sensitive, has trouble understanding human behaviour and hates unpredictability. Rosina Suarez comes from a large extended family and looks after her grandmother and younger cousins. She holds down a job at her uncle's Mexican restaurant to help make ends meet, but would much rather spend her time performing and playing in a band. Grace hears about Lucy Moynihan, the former tenant of her new home, who was raped by boys from her school and then ostracized by most of the town. The boys who raped Lucy got away with it, while their friends, family, teammates, school and authorities all looked the other way. It was easier to ignore Lucy's claims than give her justice. Grace is horrified that no one defended Lucy and is concerned because it could have been any of them this could have happened to. After a discussion with Erin and Rosina, the three decide to form an anonymous group called the Nowhere Girls. They organise a meeting and send emails to all the girls at school offering a safe place to share their own experiences, not just in regards to Lucy, but how they feel they are treated as women. Grace, Erin and Rosina are surprised, but pleased when a variety of their classmates turn up at the first meeting. Initially the hurdle they must overcome is a lack of understanding from the new Nowhere Girls to each other's situations and feelings. Some girls come out of curiosity. One girl felt she didn't have anyone to support her after approaching the school principal and being told it was her own fault for being groped – that she had put herself in a 'compromising position'. All the girls have a different reason for being there. The author gets inside the minds of all the girls, each with their own set of circumstances and pressures to look and behave a certain way, as well as to expect and accept the behaviour that follows. They show overwhelming concern for others’ opinions, to be noticed or not noticed. The boys proudly compare how many girls they slept with as a form of competition. The ones who don't participate say nothing. The enabling from parents, teachers, coach and principal allows the boys to feel braver. Many in the town felt guilty for their treatment of Lucy, but refused to acknowledge what really happened or accept their complicity. I found it fascinating to see how the community dealt with the Nowhere Girls, their thoughts and reactions. Even more interesting to me was how the girls themselves address and adjust to their own relationships in the aftermath. The story is not solely about the main protagonists – Grace, Erin and Rosina, or even what happened to Lucy. The Nowhere Girls are every girl and the book features widely diverse, realistic characters. It is about all the girls who have their own stories and voices waiting to be heard. The victim shaming, blaming and sexism represented is authentic and plausible. This is an intensely powerful and timely novel that I recommend. #PlumReview
Date published: 2017-12-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok this was decent overall, however it could have been much better.
Date published: 2017-12-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from we need more books like this This story is so important and I would love to see more like it involving this content!!!
Date published: 2017-12-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A must-read!!! There's a concern with commercial fiction that authors shouldn't lead with themes--that heavy handed messages must be pared down and subtly inserted into the plot. Well, THE NOWHERE GIRLS raises two middle fingers to that sentiment and I AM HERE FOR IT. This book blew my mind. The third-person narration was perfection, one particular narrator captured my attention right away and I had the most emotional reactions when it was her turn to continue the story. This is a messy issue that has so many points that need to be brought to the surface and THE NOWHERE GIRLS certainly delivers, but as a work of fiction and storytelling, there were slight problems in certain areas. It doesn't matter, though. THE NOWHERE GIRLS is a must-read for EVERYONE. It's empowering and a call to action. Don't assume this book is a vigilante-style tale. It's not. It's thoughtful, full of wisdom and collective experiences and ultimately uplifting. A remarkable feat, imho.
Date published: 2017-10-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Such an important story to tell! 3.5/5 stars The Nowhere Girls is a standalone Young Adult contemporary novel. The book features multiple 3rd person POVs: Grace, Rosina, Erin and Us (lots of POVs mixed in those chapters). Grace Salter is the overweight new girl whose mom is a preacher. Rosina is Mexican and gay and forced to babysitting hand waitress for her family. Erin is super smart but socially a bit awkward. She is on the Asperger's spectrum. This book is about such an important issue. A fellow classmate is raped and nobody believes her. These three young women are so disgusted by the boys at their high school that they form an anonymous group of girls (called The Nowhere Girls). It took me a long time to get into this book. The writing style and the third person narration just made it hard for me to connect with the characters. But the book started getting a lot better for me one third of the way in. The book has such a strong message. And I think that this story was such an important one for the author to tell. I just wish that I could have been invested with the story right from the start. Thanks to Simon Schuster Canada for allowing me to read this book.
Date published: 2017-10-07

Read from the Book

The Nowhere Girls US. Prescott, Oregon. Population: 17,549. Elevation: 578 feet above sea level. Twenty miles east of Eugene and the University of Oregon. One hundred thirty miles southeast of Portland. Halfway between a farm town and a suburb. Home of the Spartans (Go Spartans!). Home of so many girls. Home of so many almost-women, waiting for their skin to fit. *  *  * The U-Haul truck opens its sliding door for the first time since Adeline, Kentucky, unleashing the stale air from the small southern town that used to be Grace Salter’s home, back when her mother was still a dutiful Baptist church leader (though not technically a “pastor,” because as a woman in a church belonging to the Southern Baptist Convention, she could not technically claim the official title, nor its significantly higher pay grade, even with her PhD in Ministry and more than a decade of service). Everything in Grace’s life changed when Mom fell off that horse and bumped her head and suffered the concussion and subsequent spiritual experience that, according to Mom’s version of events, freed her mind and helped her hear the true voice of the Lord and, according to Grace’s version of events, got them booted out of Adeline and ruined their lives. Couches, beds, and dressers are in their approximate positions in the new house. Grace’s mother starts unpacking the kitchen. Dad searches on his phone for pizza delivery. Grace climbs steep, creaking stairs to the room she has never seen before today, the room Mom and Dad only saw in photos their real estate agent sent them, the room she knows is meant to be hers because of the yellow wall paint and purple flower decals. She sits on the stained twin mattress she’s had since she was three and wants nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep, but she doesn’t know where her sheets are. After five days of nonstop driving, fast food, and sharing motel rooms with her parents, she wants to shut the door and not come out for a long time, and she certainly doesn’t want to sit on boxes of dishes while eating pizza off a paper towel. She lies on her bed and looks at the bare ceiling. She studies a water-damaged corner. It is early September, still technically summer, but this is Oregon, known for its year-round wetness, something Grace learned during her disappointing Web searches. She wonders if she should try to find a bucket to put on the floor in anticipation of a leak. “Be prepared.” Isn’t that the Boy Scout motto? She wouldn’t know; she had been a Girl Scout. Her troop learned how to do things like knit and make marzipan. Grace turns her head to look out the window, but her eyes catch texture beneath the peeling white lip of the frame. Carved words, like a prisoner’s inside a cell, through layers of peeling yellow, then blue, then white, the fresh words sliced through decades of paint: Kill me now. I’m already dead. Grace’s breath catches in her throat as she stares at the words, as she reads the pain of a stranger who must have lived and breathed and slept in this room. Was their bed in this very same place? Did their body already carve out this position in space where Grace’s body lies now? How intimate these tiny words are. How alone a person must feel to cry out to someone they can’t even see. *  *  * Across town, Erin DeLillo is watching Season Five, Episode Eleven, of Star Trek: The Next Generation. The title of this episode is “Hero Worship.” It’s about a traumatized, orphaned boy who becomes emotionally attached to Lieutenant Commander Data, an android. The boy admires Data’s superior intelligence and speed, but perhaps even more, he wishes he shared Data’s lack of ability to experience human emotions. If the boy were an android, he wouldn’t be so sad and lonely. If he were an android, he wouldn’t feel responsible for the careless mistake that tore his ship apart and killed his parents. Data is an android who wants to be human. He is watching them from the outside. Like Data, Erin is often confounded by the behavior of humans. But unlike Data, Erin is more than capable of feeling. She feels too much. She is a raw nerve and the world is always trying to touch her. Mom says, “It’s a beautiful day! You should be outside!” She speaks in exclamation points. But Erin’s skin is almost as pale as Data’s and she burns easily. She doesn’t like being hot or sweaty, or any other discomfort that reminds her she lives in her imperfectly human body, which is why she takes a minimum of two baths a day (but definitely not showers—they feel too stabby on her skin). Her mother knows this about Erin, and yet she keeps saying things she thinks normal moms of normal kids are supposed to say, as if Erin is capable of being a normal kid, as if that is something she would even aspire to be. Mostly, what Erin aspires to be is more like Data. If they lived by the ocean, Erin might not have the same reluctance to go outside. She might even be willing to subject her skin to the stickiness of sunscreen if it meant she could spend the day turning over rocks and cataloging her findings, mostly invertebrates like mollusks, cnidarians, and polychaete worms, which, in Erin’s opinion, are all highly underappreciated creatures. At their old house near Alki Beach in West Seattle, she could walk out her front door and spend entire days searching for various life-forms. But that was when they still lived in Seattle, before the events that led to Erin’s decision that trying to be “normal” was way more trouble than it was worth, a decision her mother still refuses to accept. The problem with humans is they’re too enamored with themselves, and with mammals in general. As if big brains and live birth are necessarily signs of superiority. As if the hairy, air-breathing world is the only one that matters. There is a whole universe underwater to be explored. There are engineers building ships that can travel miles beneath the surface. One day, Erin aims to design and drive one of those ships, armed with PhDs in both marine biology and engineering. She will find creatures that have never been found, will catalog them and give them names, will help tell the story of how each being came to be, where it fits within life’s perfectly orchestrated web. Erin is, unapologetically, a science geek. She knows this is an Asperger’s stereotype, as are many other things about her—the difficulties expressing emotion, the social awkwardness, the sometimes inappropriate behavior. But what can she do? These are parts of who she is. It’s everyone else who decided to make them a stereotype. One thing Erin knows for sure is that no matter what you do, people will find a way to put you in a box. It’s how we’re programmed. Our default is laziness. We categorize things to make them easier to understand. That’s what makes science so satisfying. It is complicated and massive, but it is also so tidy, so organized. What Erin loves most about science is the order, the logic, the way every bit of information fits into a system, even if we can’t see it yet. She has faith in that system the way some people have faith in God. Evolution and taxonomy are comforting. They are stable and right. But there’s the pesky problem of chance, which never ceases to trouble Erin, and which she has made it her life’s goal to figure out. The whole reason there are humans, the whole reason there’s anything more than the very first single-celled organism, is because of mutation, because of something unpredictable, surprising, and unplanned—the exact kind of thing Erin hates. It’s what makes chemists and physicists and mathematicians look down on biologists as inferior scientists. Too much relies on powers outside our control, outside the laws of reason and logic and predictability. It’s what makes biology a science of stories, not equations. The thing about evolution that Erin needs to get to the bottom of is how sometimes it’s this unexpected and unplanned thing that is the most necessary. Freak accidents are what make evolution possible, what made one fish start breathing air, what made his progenies’ flippers turn into feet. So often, the key to survival is mutation, change, and most of the time that change is nothing more than an accident. Sometimes it’s the freaks of nature who end up being the strongest. *  *  * In the small but steadily growing Mexican part of town, there is one extended family consisting of five adults, two teenagers, seven children under the age of fourteen, and one wilted matriarch with quickly advancing dementia and questionable citizenship status. This does not include the additional cousins, second cousins, and cousins-once-removed scattered across Prescott and several surrounding towns. Rosina Suarez is the only child to a single mother, a widow whose husband died only five months after they were married, six months before baby Rosina was born. Instead of a father, Rosina has an extended family of aunts and uncles and cousins who move in and out of her house as if it were their own. Her mother’s two sisters-in-law, who live in the identical townhouse apartments to the left and right of Rosina’s, have been blessed with living husbands and large families. Their children do not complain or talk back or wear dark clothing, do not paint their faces with unflattering makeup or shave the sides of their heads or listen to loud music from the 1990s that consists mostly of girls’ screaming. Rosina’s family is from the mountains of Oaxaca, with deep indigenous Zapotec roots, with short, sturdy bodies and smooth dark brown skin, round faces and flat noses. Rosina’s father was a mestizo from Mexico City, more European than Indio, and Rosina is tall and thin like him, towering over her family, an alien among them in so many ways. As the eldest and only daughter, Rosina’s mother has inherited the duty to house and look after her grandmother, who has a tendency to wander off when no one’s looking. And because Rosina is her family’s eldest daughter, it is also her duty to look after the entire brood of cousins, in addition to her regular shifts at her uncle José’s restaurant, La Cocina, the best Mexican restaurant in Prescott (some would say the entire extended Eugene metropolitan area), and the center of the family’s economy. Rosina spends the two and a half hours between the end of school and the start of her shift at the restaurant at her other uncle’s house watching her seven young cousins while Abuelita somehow takes a nap on a chair in the corner despite the screaming horde of children, and Rosina’s eldest cousin, Erwin, who is a senior at Prescott High and, in Rosina’s opinion, the biggest waste of breath in the state of Oregon, sits around playing video games and popping his zits, with periodic trips to the bathroom, which Rosina suspects are masturbation breaks. Rosina’s second-oldest cousin is a boring girl with no interests who is almost thirteen and perfectly qualified to take her place as primary babysitter. But Rosina is, and always will be, the oldest girl, and it is, and always will be, her responsibility to be her mother’s assistant and take care of the family. How is Rosina ever going to form a band if she’s busy every afternoon changing diapers and keeping the toddlers from sticking sharp knives in electrical sockets? She should be rocking, she should be screaming into a mic onstage, not singing lullabies to her unappreciative little shit cousins while they smear boogers on her favorite pair of black jeans, which she has to hang outside to dry because the dryer’s broken again, where they’re going to get faded and absorb the smell of so many neighbors’ tortillas frying. The front door opens. One of the babies squeals with delight at the appearance of his mother, returned from working the lunch shift at the restaurant. “I’m out of here, Tía,” Rosina says, leaping up from the couch and out the door before her aunt can even close it behind her. Rosina steps over the scattered pieces of hand-me-down junk that pass as toys, jumps on her secondhand bike, and gets the hell out of there without noticing the spit-up on her leg and something brown on her shirt that is either smashed banana or baby poop. *  *  * A mile east is a neighborhood without an official name, but which most Prescott residents openly refer to as Trailer Town. It is home to double- and single-wide trailers and small houses tilting off their foundations, yards that have been overgrown for so long, the weeds are as tall as young trees. In one of these trailers, a popular boy is kissing the salty neck of a girl whose neck is used to being kissed. She is not his girlfriend. She is used to not being anybody’s girlfriend. The little electric fan inside the trailer is on full blast, but the heat of both their bodies inside the metal box is making the girl sleepy and a little nauseous. She wonders if she had anything she was supposed to do today. She wonders if the boy would notice if she took a little nap. She resigns herself to the answer as she closes her eyes and waits for him to finish. None of these boys ever takes very long. There was a time when, like so many girls, she was obsessed with princesses, a time when she believed in the power of beauty and grace and sweetness. She believed in princes. She believed in being saved. She’s not sure she believes in anything now. *  *  * In a very different neighborhood, a very different girl closes her eyes and lets go, feels the boy’s head between her legs, painting pleasure on her body with his tongue, just like she taught him. She smiles, almost laughs with the joy of it, how it takes her by surprise, how it bubbles up and makes her weightless. She has never questioned her entitlement to this. She has never questioned the power of her body. She has never questioned her right to pleasure. *  *  * There are a handful of hills in Prescott, and Prescott High School student body president, straight-A+ student, pre-pre-med at (fingers crossed!) Stanford University, lives on top of the tallest one. At the moment she is driving last year’s Ford midlist floor model (her father owns the dealership—“Prescott Ford: Most Fords sold in the 541 area code!”) into her family’s three-car garage, after finishing her volunteer shift at the old people’s home (though of course she would never call it that out loud). “Retirement community” is less offensive, which is important; she doesn’t like offending anyone. She would never in a million years tell anyone how old people actually kind of gross her out, how she has to fight off the inclination to vomit through most of her shift, how afterward she sometimes cries with desperate relief as she steps into the hot shower and washes the smell of them off her, a combination of mothballs and soft food. She picked this particular volunteer opportunity because she knew it would be the most challenging, because she knows this is the key to success—embracing challenge. In her head, she counts up her volunteer hours. She files this number away with her other favorite numbers: her GPA (4.2), her number of AP classes (ten so far, and counting), and the countdown of school days until graduation (one hundred eighty. Ugh.). She vowed long ago to not end up like her mother, a Prescott native who almost made it out, but who skipped college to marry her high school sweetheart. Sure, her mom ended up rich, but she had a chance at something more. She could have been someone besides the wife of a car salesman and the head of her neighborhood book club. She gave up the opportunity to be someone just as her fingers were about to brush against it, just a second before she could have grabbed it and run and never looked back. *  *  * Two miles west, a girl searches the Internet for easy ways to lose twenty pounds. *  *  * A quarter of a mile east, someone checks for the third time that the bathroom door is locked. They look at themselves in the mirror and try not to cringe, carefully apply the lipstick they stole from their mother’s purse, stuff toilet paper in the bra they shoplifted from Walmart, cross their eyes so the blur will turn them into somebody else. “I am a girl,” they whisper. “My name is not Adam.” *  *  * On the other side of the highway, a girl has sex with her boyfriend for the second time ever. This time it doesn’t hurt. This time she moves her hips. This time she starts to understand what all the fuss is about. *  *  * In the next town over, two best friends kiss. One says, “You have to promise to never tell.” The other thinks, I want to tell everyone. *  *  * One girl watches TV. Another plays video games. Others work part-time jobs or catch up on their summer reading lists. Some wander aimlessly around the mall in Eugene, hoping to get noticed. *  *  * One girl looks at the sky, imagines riding the clouds to somewhere new. One digs in the earth, imagines an underground tunnel like a freeway. *  *  * In another state, an invisible girl named Lucy Moynihan tries to forget a story that will define her for the rest of her life, a story no one claimed to believe.

Editorial Reviews

"Empowering, brutally honest, and realistically complex" –Buzzfeed “A call-to-action to everyone out there who wants to fight back.” –Bustle “Cuts straight to the core of rape culture—masterfully fierce, stirring, and deeply empowering.” –Amber Smith, New York Times bestselling author of The Way I Used to Be “Subversive anti-sexism—just try to put it down.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review “A thoughtful, literary portrayal of female sexuality in a culture that often rejects it.” –Booklist, starred review “Gritty and timely.” –School Library Journal, starred review “A must-read.” –VOYA