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Poids de l'ouvrage

5 Mo

When Jessica wakes up from a coma, she has no memories of her life before the accident at her family’s bison ranch. As she struggles to reconnect with her family and friends, she experiences all the signs of traumatic brain injury—confusion, sadness, fear and rage. Returning to school is a nightmare—especially when she overhears someone say he thinks she is faking her amnesia. When a new friend presents an alternative to staying in her old life, Jessica must confront the reality of what it means to leave her past behind.

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Publié par

Orca Book Publishers

Date de parution

01 avril 2015

EAN13

9781459808089

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English

Poids de l'ouvrage

5 Mo

Family Young Adult Fiction

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St. Jean, Trina,1971–, author Blank / Trina St. Jean.

Issued in print and electronic formats. isbn 9781459808072(pbk.).—isbn 9781459808089(pdf ).— isbn 9781459808096(epub)

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Summary: Jessica struggles with retrograde amnesia after she is injured by a bison on her family’s ranch.

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To my daugters, Anîssa and Eîanne. I ove you bot to îninîty and back.

Part I:

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Eac day îs a îtte îe: every wakîng and rîsîng a îtte bîrt, every res mornîng a îtte yout, every goîng to rest and seep a îtte deat.

—Artur Scopenauer he Essays o Artur Scopenauer; Counses and Maxîms

Snapshots

remember. I hat’s wat tey want me to say, tîs Woman sîttîng besîde my bed, tîs Man by te wîndow. But ï won’t, because ît woud be a îe. he Woman paces a stack o potos on my bedsîde tabe, ten sowy sîdes te top one toward me. Her eyes dart rom me to te Man. He eans agaînst te wa by te wîndow, starîng at te tree brances outsîde. “Honey,” se cas to îm, er voîce tîgt. He ooks at us over îs souder wît tîred eyes, ten suLes coser. ït ees îke te room, te entîre buîdîng maybe, sucks în îts breat wen ï pîck up te poto and study ît careuy, sowy, as î my îe depended on ît. Because ît kînd o does. A amîy stands on te beac. he Woman, petîte wît wavy back aîr, as er arms around te Gîr’s souders. he Gîr’s sunburned ace îs ît up by a grîn. he Boy, wearîng an oversîzed pîrate at, sîts on te Man’s souders.

T R I n a S T . J E a n

hey are a wearîng cooru beacwear. he Man îs stocky, wît a buzz cut, and as socks on wît îs sandas. here are pam trees and ocean waves beînd te amîy. Obvîousy, ît’s a vacatîon sot, taken somewere ar rom ere. How do ï know? Some tîngs—te bîg stuf—ï am sure o. îke, ï do not îve în a tropîca pace, and te Eart goes around te sun. ït’s te not-so-mînor detaîs tat eave me guessîng, îke wat my avorîte lavor o îce cream îs, wy my ead urts and wo ï am exacty. Nîne days ave gone by, tey say, sînce ï awoke rom te Bîg Seep.he coma. ï stare at te poto, te expec-tatîon so tîck în te aîr tat ï can amost taste ît. hîs Woman and tîs Man want my eyes to open wîde and a oudcîckto go of somewere în my braîn. For me to say, “O yes, o course, ow coud ï orget tat amazîng day?” But ît doesn’t appen. ï do know tat te Gîr on te beac, wît te nave ï’ve-got-my-woe-îe-aead-o-me grîn, îs te same Gîr wo gazes back at me rom te batroom mîrror. But ï coud be ookîng at a poto o some random generîc, appy amîy în a resort brocure, because ï ee ony a coo emptîness wen ï gaze down at tem. ï sîde te poto back across te tabe, ook up at te Woman and srug. Se nods er ead and says soty, “Okay, okay,” but er eyes gîsten wît dîsappoîntment. hîs Woman, you see, îs my moter. hîs Man îsmy ater. Te Boy în te poto îs my ten-year-od

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broter, Stepen. My name îs Jessîca, and ï am Iteen years od. And tanks to a bîson bu named Ramses on teîr—our—ranc, my braîn îs mus. One Very Bad Day, Aprî26, to be exact, Ramses carged me, puttîng me înte coma. Eeven daysîn te coma pus nîne daysoutequas twenty days în te ospîta so ar. ï can wak and tak and eat and don’t need sponge bats anymore. But my od îe îs a ong bank tat my braîn no onger Is în or me. ï know a o tîs because tey expaîned ît to me, sowy and genty, wît concern în teîr eyes. ïnteectuay, ï can understand. ïnsîde, toug, were ît reay counts,ï can’t ee any o ît. Wen se—te Woman, my moter— reaces toward me and wraps er arms around me, ît’s îke ï am beîng ugged by a compete stranger waîtîng în ront o me at te grocery-store ceckout. Not an ounce o warmt or ove lows troug me. Not even sadness. he Woman reeases me rom er grîp, ten pîcks up te potos wît sakîng ands. Se doesn’t want me to see er ace, ï tînk, because se waks over to a buetîn board on te wa near te wîndow and careuy starts puttîng te potos up, one by one, wît pus pîns. Te Man steps coser and puts îs and on my souder. ï lînc. “We,” e says, “maybe next tîme.” ï watc te Woman as te Man paces around te room, gancîng out te wîndow every now and ten. ï am a ump,sîttîng tere. Feeîng notîng and sayîng notîng. ï may Inay be awake, but ï am oow.

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