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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled When They Fade about Tatum, Molly, Tatum's with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: Gr 10 UpA dark novel about friendship, with a modern ghost story twist. Tatum's best friend Claudette has a big secret, and Tatum tells an adult to help her friend. When Claudette spins a web of lies so thick that the town doesn't believe Tatum's tale, Tatum isolates herself, hoping that the escalating attacks and brutal bullying will eventually stop. Molly, a hitchhiking ghost, was violently murdered in 1970 after meeting a boy at Woodstock and traveling with his hippie commune. She goes to an atypical afterlife where she and other ghosts who died violent deaths wait until it's time to haunt the spots where they died (called "fading"). Molly is able to deliver messages to the people who pick her up. As their stories intertwine, both girls have to trust each other in order to save themselves from the evils that haunt them. Tatum and Molly forge a friendship that transcends life and death as the author deftly weaves past and present. The plot is equal parts thrilling and heartbreaking. Chapters alternate between first person (Molly) and third person (Tatum), and the young women are strong characters who will stay with readers long after the book is finished. Potentially disturbing themes are present throughout, including extreme bullying and violence, depiction of violent murder, and sex with a minor. However, these issues are treated with age-appropriate care and contribute directly to each character's growth. VERDICT A must-read for fans of Lauren Oliver's Vanishing Girls or E. Lockhart's We Were Liars.Jessica Holland, University of Kentucky, Lexington
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conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: When They Fade
  Subjects: | CYAC: Ghosts—Fiction. | Bullying—Fiction. | Love—Fiction. | Horror stories. | BISAC: JUVENILE FICTION / Horror & Ghost Stories. | JUVENILE FICTION / Love & Romance. | JUVENILE FICTION / Social Issues / Bullying.
  The lake is neither cool nor warm. If I had to define it as something, I guess I'd say it's average. It's never overheated or chilled. Never boiling or frozen. I haven't waded into its depths, but once I reached down and ran my fingers along its surface. The water felt foreign against my skin. Different. Not the way water is supposed to feel. I remember childhood, jumping from the dock at my grandparents' cottage. That heart-stopping moment when cold water meets hot skin. Gasping. Giggling. Screaming at my brother for pushing me in. I miss that.
  The way an apple tastes when you first bite into it. The sweet, juicy flesh that explodes across your tongue. The stickiness that tickled my hands. I used to wipe my juice-covered fingers on Julian's lips so I could have an excuse to kiss him. I miss the times I stayed up so late, the sun began to peek through the shadows. The world smells best first thing in the morning. Clean and crisp, like walking on a mountaintop. Like a newborn baby. Before the heat, traffic, shops, and people add their own scents to the air. Before everyone's love, pain, boredom, happiness, sadness, and a thousand other emotions add to the earth's gravity and weigh everything down.
  I miss music. The freedom it represented, the bass vibrating through my stomach, and especially the way it got beneath my skin and made me glow. Dancing. Spinning, twisting, arms spread out, toes stepping on top of each other, imagining every dream there ever was. Falling down. Laughing.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Claudette would hate her. But once the whole thing blew over, she'd understand that Tatum was only looking out for her best interests.
  She made it all the way through to the first Monday morning after break. When Tatum got to school, she found Claudette waiting for her at her locker. Her friend's face was puffy under several layers of makeup. They ducked into the girls' bathroom, where they could talk. Claudette opened all the stalls to make sure they were empty before she started.
  There. The words were out. The temperature in the bathroom seemed to drop ten degrees. Claudette's eyes narrowed before she suddenly shoved Tatum back against the wall.
  Tatum yelped as her head hit the mirror. Before she could regain her composure, Claudette pressed herself against Tatum, pinning her between the wall and the sink.
  Claudette laughed. "I've outgrown you. You can't handle that, can you? The fact that I can get a man like Barry to want me, while you can't even get someone like Levi to ask you out. You're nothing but a jealous, pathetic little girl."
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The Remnants may have been involved with my premonition, and I certainly added to it by refusing to give up, but now I see that there was a bigger picture for Tatum and me. Our determination to help each other was the most important thing. Tatum's days are changing too. I have faith that she'll be strong enough to move on. Her name is clear, and she's no longer being bullied. She has nothing to look forward to now except the future.
  As for the cave in the woods, I don't go back there anymore. There's no need. I have everything I want right here.
  And when I do Fade, I try to enjoy the moment. I still enjoy stepping out onto that road as the headlights light up the earth beneath my feet. I get into the car or van or truck and give the person behind the wheel my best smile.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: I get into the car or van or truck and give the person behind the wheel my best smile.. I still enjoy stepping out onto that road as the headlights light up the earth beneath my feet.
  And when I do Fade, I try to enjoy the moment. I have everything I want right here. There's no need.
  As for the cave in the woods, I don't go back there anymore. She has nothing to look forward to now except the future. Her name is clear, and she's no longer being bullied. I have faith that she'll be strong enough to move on. Tatum's days are changing too. Our determination to help each other was the most important thing.The Remnants may have been involved with my premonition, and I certainly added to it by refusing to give up, but now I see that there was a bigger picture for Tatum and me