{"id":2711,"date":"2006-12-11T18:47:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-11T18:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2711"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:25:59","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:25:59","slug":"imaginative-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2711","title":{"rendered":"An imaginative summer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>This book is a 2006 <a href=\"http:\/\/dadtalk.typepad.com\/cybils\/2006\/10\/young_adult_nov.html\" target=\"_blank\">Cybil Award<\/a> Nominee for YA Fiction.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Charlena thinks her small-town is all the home she&#8217;ll ever know, and her Dad, Mike, and her best friend Sam are all the family she&#8217;ll ever need. She wants to go far on her writing talent, but she&#8217;s shocked into a wall by hearing her work critiqued &#8212; seriously critiqued &#8212; by her favorite English teacher. She&#8217;s been coasting, he tells her, and she&#8217;ll get a C- if she doesn&#8217;t redo her last assignment. Rather than feeling challenged and flattered by the attention her teacher is paying <img decoding=\"async\" hspace=\"10\" src=\"http:\/\/www.mcnallyrobinson.com\/img\/prod\/44981b3dbe477.jpg\" align=\"left\" \/>her, Charlie&#8217;s angry and impatient, knowing the story she wanted to tell, but seeing herself fail miserably to reach that perfect place. She thinks she&#8217;s doing the best she can, and she&#8217;s weary of the way the end of the year has gone. <em>Imagination,<\/em> her creative writing teacher tells her, <em>you&#8217;ve got to use yours.<\/em> Charlie <em>thought<\/em> she had been doing that, and the criticism stings more than she can take.<\/p>\n<p> <i>NOTHING<\/i> is going her way &#8212; her Dad, a widower for eight years, is finally starting to date again &#8212; and he&#8217;s dating this Barbie with whom she has nothing in common, who has three teen boys who stink up the place. And, Charlie&#8217;s best friend Sam is gone &#8212; to Australia &#8212; and probably will never come back. When Charlie&#8217;s grandma asks her out to Lake Ringrose for the summer, Charlie decides to go, to spite her father. It&#8217;s basically a shack out there in the woods, she knows, and she fully expects to be bored and miserable. Charlie hopes her Dad worries about her. <\/p>\n<p>It turns out that Charlie doesn&#8217;t have time to worry about <i>him<\/i>. There&#8217;s something up in that little town &#8212; something weird. People double-take when they see her, and Charlie&#8217;s never been closer to the memory of her mother in her life. She&#8217;s everywhere, and Charlie feels by turns jealous and guilty that she didn&#8217;t know her better.<\/p>\n<p>A cute boy named Kerry take to Charlie immediately &#8212; and she to him &#8212; they have a chemistry that Charlie&#8217;s never felt before with <em>anyone, <\/em>not even Sam, whom she truly loves. Why is it that her grandmother keeps warning her away from Kerry? Why can&#8217;t someone just be straight with her, just once? Family history, one sunlit summer, and a slightly predictable love story produces <a href=\"http:\/\/www.booksense.com\/product\/info.jsp?affiliateId=ReadersResponse&amp;isbn=0889953473\" target=\"_blank\">Grist<\/a> &#8211; just the kind of things needed to write the great American novel. Or something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This book is a 2006 Cybil Award Nominee for YA Fiction. Charlena thinks her small-town is all the home she&#8217;ll ever know, and her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[5],"class_list":["post-2711","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-reviews"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2711","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2711"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2711\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3825,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2711\/revisions\/3825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2711"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2711"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2711"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}