{"id":2737,"date":"2006-11-30T22:45:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-30T22:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2737"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:25:55","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:25:55","slug":"bullet-gun-boy-choice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2737","title":{"rendered":"A bullet. A gun. A boy. A choice"},"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>It was all one horrible afternoon: a boy folds aside a much loved rug, sits on the bed, puts a gun to his temple, and&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>It was an afternoon when nobody was home. There was a gun. The oily taste of the barrel in his mouth. The cold feel of it against his temple. Then Jersey Hatch&#8217;s hands&#8230; <IMG SRC=\"http:\/\/www.susanvaught.com\/images\/trigger\/Trigger%20(3).jpg\" align=\"right\" hspace=\"10\"><\/p>\n<p>It was an afternoon&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Wait. Maybe there was no gun. Maybe he drove his car into his parent&#8217;s house. Jersey can&#8217;t remember. So he asks.<br \/>And he asks again.<br \/>And he asks <i>again<\/i>&#8230;<br \/>Jersey&#8217;s dad answers him patiently over and over and over, until Jersey remembers to write it into his book: (<i>House is fine, moron, quit asking.<\/i>) But what else is Jersey forgetting? Why isn&#8217;t his best friend speaking to him? Who is Elena? And why is his mother so distant, so cold?<\/p>\n<p>The things Jersey knows for sure are that a.) he shot himself, b.) he has no vision in one eye c.)half of his body doesn&#8217;t work well d.)he has no control over what he says &#8212; he pretty much speaks his WHOLE mind at all times, and it&#8217;s worse when he gets nervous. The other thing Jersey knows for sure is that his best friend&#8217;s little sister, Leza, and their grandmother, Mama Rush, are his only friends right now.<\/p>\n<p>And still the question remains: why? Why would a popular kid try to kill himself? That&#8217;s what everybody wants to know &#8212; even Jersey. He doesn&#8217;t remember why he wanted to die. He&#8217;ll never be the confident golfer or the contented jock again. And people are mad at him &#8212; mad enough to not speak to him, shove him when they see him, and hang up the phone when they hear his voice. Jersey&#8217;s just not sure what&#8217;s going on. He was at the top of his game, in the world he looks back upon, so why did he pick up the gun? Why was there a gun in the house?<\/p>\n<p>It works at his nerves, but Jersey doesn&#8217;t remember anything much that happened before he pulled the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.booksense.com\/product\/info.jsp?affiliateId=ReadersResponse&amp;isbn=1582349207\" target=\"_blank\">Trigger<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a lot Jersey has to find out. Author <a href=\"http:\/\/www.susanvaught.moonfruit.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Susan Vaught<\/a>, herself a neuropsychologist, takes us deep inside the sometimes funny, sometimes gut-wrenching inner life of Jersey Hatch. It&#8217;s a halting, crippled journey he takes, with his mind broken, his mouth spouting nonsense words, and his body with a mind of its own, but Jersey doesn&#8217;t quit. An inspiring, painful, life-affirming book about an almost suicide, and the strength it takes to hang on and live and not give up and die.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This book is a 2006 Cybil Award Nominee for YA Fiction. 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