Permanent Record

Available now: my new YA novel, Permanent Record (Skyscape, 2013). In post-9/11 America, a bullied Muslim teenager retaliates against his tormentors—with dangerous results. Praise for Permanent Record Selected as the 2014-15 teen title for the Suburban Mosaic Book of the Year  Selected by...

Leslie Stella

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Hello, folks. As I scoured the job postings on Monster and LinkedIn this morning, I received an alert that my YA novel, Permanent Record, made the Kindle Daily Deal for today. Excellent news! And at $1.99, even an unemployed idiot like me can afford it.

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I broke down in the laundry room the other day. (Laundry room … makes me sound fancy, a room devoted to laundry, a whole room! Instead of a damp corner in our hellhole of a basement.) Trying to find a job and scrounge money from lost sources and be an involved parent and coping with the death of summer and the slow demise of my career, I lost it while ironing a pair of shorts from Old Navy that I look terrible …

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Have you had your Lumbergh Moment yet? The Lumbergh Moment is that instant when a job becomes so oppressive that you realize you must quit, get fired, or lay waste to the workplace, spreading fire in your wake. I will soon be underemployed again. No Lumbergh Moment this time around, though. The company is just going to dissolve next year, and POOF—it’ll be like it was never there at all. The money was beyond hideous for the amount of hours …

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Playing music so loud in my car that people on the sidewalk stop and stare. Also, am driving a 2005 station wagon and listening to Weird Al. Remember in 1988 when you saw me driving my mom’s Celica down Cedar Road and I was blasting “Dopeman”? You were laughing, but I thought I was cool. I loved her car. I loved when we ambushed Jim on his birthday and blindfolded him and dragged him off Coventry Road and threw him in the …

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Weezer, wherefore art thou?

I have not blogged much recently. I’ve been busy coaching softball to 7-year-old girls and stewing about past injustices. I’ll try to bring you up to speed on things. Behold: the new cover for the paperback and Kindle editions of Permanent Record, on sale early August.  It took awhile for my publisher, agent, and me to agree on an image. Apparently there is a dearth of nonthreatening brown-skinned boys in the stock photo archives. But I like what the designer came up …

 

Bookplate info

A few people have asked me about this. If you have one of my books and want me to send you a signed bookplate, it is FREE to you. Send me a message through my contact form with your address (US addresses only), and I’ll mail one out. Alternatively, you can stalk me in the grocery store parking lot and ask me to sign a book there. Not really. Please don’t stalk me in the grocery store parking lot.

 

Suburban Mosaic Program

Oh wow! I can’t tell you how happy and proud I am that Permanent Record was chosen as the teen title for the Suburban Mosaic Book of the Year program 2014-15! Similar to Chicago’s One Book program, Suburban Mosaic serves a consortium of suburban school districts and libraries in northern Illinois. This reading list selects books that highlight issues of racial and social justice and that strive to break down the barriers between people. I will be doing events and programs over …

 

Under the radar

Recently, I read this review of Permanent Record (the audiobook, narrated masterfully by the wondrous Nick Podehl). The reviewer had thanked another blogger for turning her on to my novel, and that blogger commented that she loved it too, adding, “I feel like this book is so under the radar.” That is a gentler way of saying, “No one has ever heard of it.” Damn. That is sad. But it’s a fitting place for me, under the radar. It’s where I’ve …

 

Learner’s Permit

The raccoon hit us; that much I know. It ambled across the street in that idle, diffident way of raccoons and stopped directly in our path. Shrewd, glinting eyes reflected our headlights’ glare, and then it turned, gunning for us. By God, it knew what it was doing. I turned the steering wheel to the left slightly, hoping to circumvent carnage, but my father grabbed it and jerked me back to center. “Never veer from your course!” he screamed. I …

 

Airplanes and Beards: A Love Story

They sat next to me on the plane. She towered over him. That’s always kind of cool when you see that. But maybe not for the guy. I don’t know. Do guys like their girlfriends towering over them? The woman strapped these Velcro magnet bracelets on and the guy squeezed her wrists. Pressure points. Told her to relax and breathe. Scared of flying. People think there are bracelets for everything. Maybe there are. Once we were airborne, she collapsed into …

 
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