Heather Cumiskey

I Like You Like This

• YA realistic fiction still selling strong with teen readership and adults
• 2012 Bowker Market Research reveals 55% of YA Books are bought by adults: 18 or older, with the largest segment aged 30 to 44 • 2015 Nielsen Children’s Book Summit reports 80% of all the YA books that are selling are being bought by adults.
• 2016, Young Adult Library Services (YALSA) states Contemporary/Realistic YA fiction is the bread and butter of YA fiction because it is the essence of the teenage experience
• Love story about two unlikely and wildly damaged teenagers
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descent down her arms and into her hands, causing her thumbs to ache. The awful memory from last winter suddenly consumed her: the day she wore the wrong skirt to church.

Hannah had bought the outfit with her babysitting money—a denim skirt that fell a few inches above her knee, paired with flats and a pink golf shirt worn with the collar up. The look was very trendy around school, but just to be sure, Hannah ran the outfit by her mother, who barely looked up from her Sunday paper before nodding her approval. Every week they went through the same drill. Hannah had to dress up for church, usually in a skirt or dress. Jeans were never allowed. It was like church was a fashion show where the parents in her town paraded their kids down the aisle for all to envy. God doesn’t really care what you wear, Hannah thought, does He?

Her mother, for some reason, had stopped coming to church, preferring to stay home in her bathrobe while Kerry, her six-year-old sister, entertained herself. Hannah was never allowed to miss mass.
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Her fingertip—the same one that had caused the damage to begin with—helped cloak her shame, filling her nail with a ghoulish mixture of cover-up, skin, and blood that she expertly flicked away. Hannah finished the charade with one last look into her old Princess Barbie hand mirror as the first cracks of sunlight poked through her bedroom window. What a mess, she thought. If only she hadn’t picked last night, and then again this morning, making this daily magic act even harder.

Hannah gave up. She knew she wasn’t fooling anyone. Especially him.

She yanked off her old pom-pom hat, the one she used to tame her uncontrollable hair. It gave her a headache. Big hair was in, but hers carried it to the point of being comical. Hannah took a step back. Yep, it still looked frizzy and cone-shaped, and like nothing her mother would ever want to see. “If only you’d just take care of it right,” she could hear her saying.
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She didn’t feel like going inside; the November night air felt good against her skin.

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