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conversations.value: Gr 8 UpJack O'Donnell IV, who prefers to be called June (short for Junior), is an 18-year-old girl living in the small town of Five Fingers, MI. She and her best friend Hannah are seniors in high school. June, like her late father, grandfather, and great-grandfather before her, knows the one main rule of being an O'Donnell: stay away from the Angerts at all costs. But when gorgeous 20-year-old Saul Angert arrives in town after three mysterious years away, June finds it difficult to stay away from him. Together, with magical memories that drift in doorways and the haunting spirits who have visited June since childhood, June and Saul discover that it is not only a feud that plagues their families but also a generations-old curse. As they grow closer, the protagonists risk everything to quell their families' hatred and rescue them from their fate. If they do not succeed, the result could be deadly. the author takes the well-known Shakespeare tragedy Romeo and Juliet and turns it into a modern-day romance with an original ghostly twist. This is an enjoyable and fast-paced read. While the star-crossed lovers trope is a familiar one, readers won't mind. Additionally, June's strong relationship with Hannah is delightful and refreshing. VERDICT A perfect choice for young teens looking for romance, friendship, and magic in their fiction.Ariel Birdoff, New York Public Library
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conversations.value: Ariel Birdoff, New York Public Library. VERDICT A perfect choice for young teens looking for romance, friendship, and magic in their fiction. Additionally, June's strong relationship with Hannah is delightful and refreshing. While the star-crossed lovers trope is a familiar one, readers won't mind. This is an enjoyable and fast-paced read. the author takes the well-known Shakespeare tragedy Romeo and Juliet and turns it into a modern-day romance with an original ghostly twist. If they do not succeed, the result could be deadly. As they grow closer, the protagonists risk everything to quell their families' hatred and rescue them from their fate. Together, with magical memories that drift in doorways and the haunting spirits who have visited June since childhood, June and Saul discover that it is not only a feud that plagues their families but also a generations-old curse. But when gorgeous 20-year-old Saul Angert arrives in town after three mysterious years away, June finds it difficult to stay away from him. June, like her late father, grandfather, and great-grandfather before her, knows the one main rule of being an O'Donnell: stay away from the Angerts at all costs. She and her best friend Hannah are seniors in high school.Gr 8 UpJack O'Donnell IV, who prefers to be called June (short for Junior), is an 18-year-old girl living in the small town of Five Fingers, MI
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conversations.value: A Million Junes
  A groan travels throughout the room. It's unanimous, an aural wave, until it reaches Stephen, who I suspect somehow already knew about the change in plans for this semester's creative writing class. His owl-like hazel eyes are fixed on the middle distance, and I can practically see the dozens of ideas skating over them.
  I don't find myself disappointed about the homework either, though unlike Stephen I have no slew of concepts barraging my beautiful near-salutatorian brain. I have exactly one idea, exactly one story I want to write down: Dad's.
  That night, after dinner—and after the handful of minutes I spent staring into my room from the hallway, trying to summon my vision or hallucination or strangely vivid memory from last weekend—I sit at the kitchen table and start on my story.
  Grayson and Shadow sprint circles around the downstairs, attacking each other with Nerf guns, and Mom and Toddy lie snuggled up on the couch, sipping wine and flirting in French.
  But if I write down the things he told me, if I tell his stories and hold on to his memories, maybe it's not too late to capture some small part of Dad.
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conversations.value: A Million Junes
  A groan travels throughout the room. It's unanimous, an aural wave, until it reaches Stephen, who I suspect somehow already knew about the change in plans for this semester's creative writing class. His owl-like hazel eyes are fixed on the middle distance, and I can practically see the dozens of ideas skating over them.
  I don't find myself disappointed about the homework either, though unlike Stephen I have no slew of concepts barraging my beautiful near-salutatorian brain. I have exactly one idea, exactly one story I want to write down: Dad's.
  That night, after dinner—and after the handful of minutes I spent staring into my room from the hallway, trying to summon my vision or hallucination or strangely vivid memory from last weekend—I sit at the kitchen table and start on my story.
  Grayson and Shadow sprint circles around the downstairs, attacking each other with Nerf guns, and Mom and Toddy lie snuggled up on the couch, sipping wine and flirting in French.
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conversations.value: As he climbs the stairs to the school's lobby, I fish my phone out of my chiffon pocket and search for a new message that's not there. The music fades out, the lights brighten, and Hannah and Nate come staggering toward me, yelping about how badly their feet hurt. At the far end of the gym, I notice a woman in a svelte black dress, her white-blond hair slicked into a bun with one stray wave framing her face. All done-up, Ms. deGeest looks more like an adult. A super beautiful one. I fight a twinge of jealousy and embarrassment about our last conversation. Her eyes fix on me, and I look away.
  On our way out, I glance back at Ms. deGeest. I swear she's still watching us. I shove my phone back into my pocket.
  In the parking lot, Hannah's smile glows as bright as the moon, and Nate is nearly charming. In the car, he keeps grabbing Hannah's hand across the console, grinning almost madly.
  We swing by Nate's house first and go through the gate to the basement door. We change into the sweats we brought, then pack Nate's tents, sleeping bags, a lantern, and a couple of flashlights in the trunk while Hannah calls her mom to tell her we got back to my house okay. Her mom believes her, because when has Hannah ever lied before? We're throwing the last few bags in the trunk when Saul pulls up and gets out of his car, looking too clean, too good.
  Saul nods and drops his backpack into the trunk but keeps a sweatshirt folded in his arms. "Hannah, June."
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conversations.value: The music fades out, the lights brighten, and Hannah and Nate come staggering toward me, yelping about how badly their feet hurt. At the far end of the gym, I notice a woman in a svelte black dress, her white-blond hair slicked into a bun with one stray wave framing her face. All done-up, Ms. deGeest looks more like an adult. A super beautiful one. I fight a twinge of jealousy and embarrassment about our last conversation. Her eyes fix on me, and I look away.
  On our way out, I glance back at Ms. deGeest. I swear she's still watching us. I shove my phone back into my pocket.
  In the parking lot, Hannah's smile glows as bright as the moon, and Nate is nearly charming. In the car, he keeps grabbing Hannah's hand across the console, grinning almost madly.
  We swing by Nate's house first and go through the gate to the basement door. We change into the sweats we brought, then pack Nate's tents, sleeping bags, a lantern, and a couple of flashlights in the trunk while Hannah calls her mom to tell her we got back to my house okay. Her mom believes her, because when has Hannah ever lied before? We're throwing the last few bags in the trunk when Saul pulls up and gets out of his car, looking too clean, too good.
  Saul nods and drops his backpack into the trunk but keeps a sweatshirt folded in his arms. "Hannah, June."
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conversations.value: He smiles. "I would try to make out with you right now, but I don't know if in the last three days your mom and Todd had a chance to teach Shadow and Grayson about the birds and the bees, and I'm too tired to explain it."
  His dark eyes are serious despite the trace of smile in the corner of his mouth. "I don't know, Jack. College? Grad school? Indonesia with Takumi and Sarah? The world is your oyster."
  We sit for hours, the door opening every once in a while as, one by one, the others join us on the porch until we're a row of seven. From one end, Toddy passes a box of dried Jack's Tart. I cradle one between my teeth.
  Thanks also to Kerry Kletter, Jack Sjogren, Hallie Bateman, Matthew Baker, Shannon Parker, Roshani Chokshi, Kathryn Purdie, Erin Summerill, Julie Eshbaugh, Margot Harrison, Ashley Blake, Dahlia Adler, Katherine Locke, Sara Taylor Woods, Tristina Wright, Meg Leder, Adriana Mather, Riley Redgate, Jeff Giles, Tehlor Kinney, Cam Montgomery, Eric Smith, ALL the Sweet 16s, and everyone else who makes my writing and reading world so much brighter on a daily basis.
  To my agent, Lana: You have been my rock this past year. Thanks for all that you do to keep me going and to make everything I write 300 percent better.
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conversations.value: Thanks for all that you do to keep me going and to make everything I write 300 percent better..
  To my agent, Lana: You have been my rock this past year.
  Thanks also to Kerry Kletter, Jack Sjogren, Hallie Bateman, Matthew Baker, Shannon Parker, Roshani Chokshi, Kathryn Purdie, Erin Summerill, Julie Eshbaugh, Margot Harrison, Ashley Blake, Dahlia Adler, Katherine Locke, Sara Taylor Woods, Tristina Wright, Meg Leder, Adriana Mather, Riley Redgate, Jeff Giles, Tehlor Kinney, Cam Montgomery, Eric Smith, ALL the Sweet 16s, and everyone else who makes my writing and reading world so much brighter on a daily basis. I cradle one between my teeth. From one end, Toddy passes a box of dried Jack's Tart."
  We sit for hours, the door opening every once in a while as, one by one, the others join us on the porch until we're a row of seven. College? Grad school? Indonesia with Takumi and Sarah? The world is your oyster. "I don't know, Jack."
  His dark eyes are serious despite the trace of smile in the corner of his mouth. "I would try to make out with you right now, but I don't know if in the last three days your mom and Todd had a chance to teach Shadow and Grayson about the birds and the bees, and I'm too tired to explain it.He smiles