"A luminous read that will rekindle your faith in the indomitable human spirit." -- Matthew Quick, author of The Silver Linings Playbook
"An inspiring, romantic novel full of redemption and hope." -- Mitali Perkins, author of You Bring the Distant Near
When Viola Li returns from a trip, she develops a sudden and extreme case of photosensitivity -- an inexplicable allergy to sunlight. Thanks to her crisis-manager parents, she doesn't just have to wear layers of clothes and spaceship-sized hat. She has to avoid all hint of light. Say goodbye to windows and running outdoors. Even her phone becomes a threat.
Viola is determined to maintain a normal life, particularly after she meets Josh. He's a funny, talented Thor look-alike with his own mysterious grief. But their romance makes her take more risks, and when a rebellion against her parents backfires dangerously, she must find her way to a life -- and love -- as deep and lovely as her dreams.
Storytelling runs in Justina Chen's blood. After all, her middle name means illuminate, which is what story does: it throws light on life. Her debut novel, Nothing but the Truth (and a Few White Lies)
, won the Asian/Pacific American Award for Youth Literature, and her novel North of Beautiful
was named one of the Best Books of the Year by Kirkus Reviews
and was a finalist for nine state book awards. Justina is also the co-founder of Chen & Cragen and a story strategist to leaders. While her home is in Seattle, she feels at ease wherever she goes so long as she has her coconut black tea, journal, and pen.
- I lean against Josh in the cold, not wanting to move a single millimeter away from
his chest, his light breath on my hair. Instead of feeling the thirty-degree air,
I am a furnace of warmth and wanting. And then Mother Nature acts, unleashing the
largest meteor I've ever seen in my life. The comet-dragon bolts across the sky,
gold-streaked and long-tailed. It is so beautiful, I leave the shield of his chest
to sit forward, like that will bring me closer to the dragon even as it escapes
from sight. I grab Josh's hand. Or maybe he grabs mine. But we are holding hands,
and the enormity of that doesn’t even hit me because we are both laughing, awestruck.
you see that?" I ask him. With my free hand, I jab my finger heavenward. "Did you
see that thing?"
He looks down into my eyes, and there it is again--this
palpable electricity, this comet of an emotion that streaks from him to me and back
"You want to kiss me," I whisper to him.
"Do you say that
to all your guys?"
"Am I right?"
I know I am. The air is fraught with
expectation. Anticipation. My lips tingle, and he closes the gap between us, cradling
the back of my head in his hand. Then, his lips a mere breath from mine, he makes
me wait, wait, wait.
"You're right," he says.
And when I finally
feel his lips upon mine, all I can do is trust that the earth is still spinning,
gravity still anchors us to the ground, meteors are still flashing above us. Because
with my eyes closed, leaning into this boy, his kisses become my sky.