Wednesday, July 4, 2012

White Lines by Jennifer Banash [Putnam Juvenile] Cover Reveal + Excerpt + Giveaway


Hello my wonderful readers! Today I have something wicked cool to share with you all. I am very excited to take part in the White Lines cover reveal. I have been asked by the extraordinary  people from Penguin USA (Putnam Juvenile) to share with my readers info about White Lines by Jennifer Banash as well as an excerpt from the book. Plus to reveal the book cover and WOW what a beautiful cover it is! 

White Lines comes out in April 2013! Yes, I know that's kind of far away BUT the good news is that ONE lucky reader will win a ARC of White Lines sponsored by Penguin USA. A HUGE thanks goes to them.


Here's the striking new cover and book info!






Title: White Lines
Author: Jennifer Banash
Genre: YA > Contemporary
Hardcover, 304 pages
Expected publication: April 2013 by Putnam Juvenile


Synopsis:

A gritty, atmospheric coming-of-age tale set in New York’s Lower East Side

Seventeen-year-old Cat is living every teenager’s dream—she has her own apartment on New York’s Lower East Side and at night she’s club kid royalty, guarding the velvet rope at some of the hottest clubs in the city. The night with its crazy, frenetic, high-inducing energy—the pulsing beat of the music, the radiant, joyful people and those seductive white lines that can ease all pain—is when Cat truly lives. But her daytime, when her real life occurs, is more nightmare than dream.

The sounds of the city grate against Cat’s nerves, she shrinks away from human touch, and can barely think the words “I love you” even when she feels them. Having spent years suffering her mother’s emotional and physical abuse, and abandoned by her father who’s found happiness in another woman, Cat is terrified and alone—unable to connect to anyone or anything. But then someone comes along who makes her want to stop escaping her life and actually live it, only she’ll need to summon the courage to confront her demons and take control of a life already spinning dangerously out of control. Both poignant and raw, White Lines is a gripping tale and the reader won’t want to look away.

Excerpt from White Lines:


THREE
I’M SITTING ON THE STONE STEPS at school, pretending to en­joy an apple that I bought from an Asian grocery a few blocks over, when all I’m really thinking about is how long I have left until I can go home and start getting ready for the club, every stroke of makeup on my skin sliding me further from daylight. I tongue the white flesh and sink my teeth in, wishing the ripe fruit was the tanned blond head of one of the salad girls.


Since Manhattan Prep is housed in a brownstone and has a population of only one hundred students or fewer in the entire school, we don’t have a cafeteria. Or a prom. Or dances. Or phys ed. Instead, the Park Avenue girls buy salads at a cafeteria next door and sit in the glass atrium picking at their wilted greens, retouching their lip gloss with sticky pink wands. Even though we are all essentially weird in some way— after all, this is a school for kids who have gotten into some kind of trouble—it’s not enough to banish cliques completely. We still have the same bullshit categories as any other school: the jocks, the popular girls, the nerds. And the untouchables.


Like me. It goes without saying that nobody wants to have lunch with the weirdo who goes to clubs all the way down­town every night, so I sit on the steps and try to pretend that it doesn’t matter, when really, I’d do just about anything to have a friend here. This silent admission makes my cheeks flush with shame. How can I be so weak? Even at Nightingale, I only ever really had Sara, her blond curls hanging over my shoulder, elaborately folded notes tossed at my feet during study hall. Somehow, it was almost enough. But here, with no one to talk to day after day, the loneliness creeps in like an old friend I no longer want to know. Worse yet, it wants to make small talk. Oh, it’s you again? How’ve you been?


Across the street, Julian, the new kid, sits on the curb in front of Ray’s Pizza, a slice dangling from one hand. As he brings the pizza to his lips, the cheese falls off in one giant greasy slide to his lap. Julian has long dark hair that hangs to his shoulders and looks asif it hasn’t made friends with soap or water in days. His skin is the color of cafĂ© au lait, and there’s something about the tilt of his eyes that makes me think he’s vaguely Asian. He wears jeans so tight that I’m sure years from now he’ll be sit­ting in some clinic with his frosty blond wife, stammering that he has no idea WHY they’ve had such a difficult time starting a family. All I know about Julian is that (a) he sits right across the aisle from me in historyclass, and (b) he transferred from Dalton last week after some kind of scandal involving his ex-girlfriend, and (c) he’s totally into the Ramones. He doesn’t talk to anyone, and never raises his hand in class, just stares down at his binder and scribbles what looks like pictures of Transform­ers on the cover with a black pen.


Julian finishes scraping melted cheese off his jeans and looks up, an irritated expression clouding his face. When his eyes meet mine, I feel a rough shock of recognition between us and raise my apple core in a kind of demented greeting, the air suddenly as thick as pudding. Julian tosses me a curt nod and promptly goes back to stuffing the rest of the slice into his mouth, gnawing hungrily at the edges of the crust, watching me all the while. Even though I love staring, and I think that generally other people’s lives are way more interest­ing than TV, I feel uneasy as Julian’s eyes lock on to mine. My face burns as he chews the last bite and brushes his hands against his black jeans before walking toward me. I turn the apple core over and over between my palms, my heart careen­ing in my chest as he approaches, gladthat my hands have something to do even if the core is damp, sticky, and turning browner by the minute. As Julian moves closer, I can’t help but notice how he shakes the hair from his eyes with one ex­pert, jagged motion, how his hazel eyes change from green to brown in the light His skin is smooth and slightly bronzed, as if he’s just returned from some exotic locale. He tilts his chin in my direction defiantly, his eyes flicking coolly over my body, taking me in.


“See something you like?” He raises one dark eyebrow, and I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust, which is what always happens when someone potentially interesting talks to me in the real world—especially if that person happens to be a guy. And up close, Julian is definitely interesting—though it makes my stomach churn spasmodically to even think the word to myself. People are dangerous, unpredictable. I know this implicitly, and every time I come into contact with them, I become a caged animal, a panther pacing back and forth behind steel bars, wary and agitated.


“Yeah,” I stammer, turning redder by the second and wish­ing that a manhole would just open up and swallow me whole. I look down at my black boots and scramble for something to say, my brain a jumble of images, none that entirely make sense. “Your pizza—I was just . . . hungry.”


The minute the words leave my lips, I know they are the truth. My stomach begins to growl loudly as if in agreement, and I look up into Julian’s amused face and laugh, my voice echoing in the street, too loud, even with the noise of a pass­ing bus belching a thick cloud of black smoke. As the sound vibrates through me, jolting me into the present, I realize that it’s been forever since I’ve laughed at something legitimately funny or awkward without beingprompted by the ingestion of some mind-altering substance. Still, I can’t quite turn off that ever-present voice inside my head, the one that holds up an in­visible hand to stop me from going further, from moving closer.


People are dangerous . . .


“Well,” Julian says, laughing along with me and holding out a hand, “that’s remedied easily enough. C’mon.”I stare at his hand, the long fingers, and look into his eyes, which I can now see are flecked with gold. I toss my apple core to the concrete and take hold of him, ignoring the voice that begins, even now, to protest more loudly, whispering like a flock of ruffled birds, Don’t touch, don’t trust. I draw a deep breath and follow him blindly across the street, unsure of where I’mbeing taken.


Penguin USA has offered to give away one ARC of White Lines by Jennifer Banash here @ Bittersweet Enchantment. How cool is that?!

The giveaway is open to everyone WORLD WIDE just as long as you have UPS service in your country. 



Giveaway ends: July 22th, 2012
The winner will be contacted within 48 hours.


Want a extra chance to win a ARC of White Lines?
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23 comments :

  1. Sounds like a good read!!! I will definitely be adding it to TBR list :D

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  2. I've come across like 5 other blogs talking about this book. Lol I definitely want to read it now!

    Shae @ Understanding Shae's Story

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  3. Sounds like an amazing book! Can't wait to read it

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  4. Sounds like an amazing book! Can't wait to read it

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  5. I'm dying to read this book. The cover alone would have made me pick it up.

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  6. I have been bumping into this book all over. The writing and the story sound gritty and intense. Would love to read this novel. Thanks for the giveaway!

    laura thomas

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  7. Absolutely amazing cover. 2013 is way too long to wait for this book.

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  8. Wow sounds like a very serious book with a mature subject. I like that as I personally feel there is a lot of light fluff reads in YA and while good these more serious topic books are fewer though thankfully they do exist.

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  9. I have read a lot about WHITE LINES over the past two days. It does lok interesting.

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  10. I love this kind of book promotions! Not only is it fun and you learn more about the book and the author, you get a chance to win an ARC too.

    I hope I'll win one galley because, damn, I can't wait to get my hands on this book. :D

    Thanks so much for the chance!

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  11. Sounds like a cool book!!! Can't wait to get my reading on:) Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

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  12. I love the story of White Lines. Cat seems very interesting character and the cover is amazing.
    Thank you for the giveaway!
    Artemis

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  14. I'm really glad that I noticed this book today, as I missed the cover reveal a few days ago!
    It's not just that I really really like the cover, but that I really like the idea of a book set in NYC in the 80s!

    thanks for sharing this with us and for the giveaway!

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  15. This giveaway if very generous of you. I read the summary and it sounds amazing. I can't wait to read this book. And if I dont win (Which is highly likely I wont) I'll definately buy this book. Although it will have to be way down on my reading list.

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  16. Sounds like an awesome novel. Can't wait to read it. Hope I win! :)

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  17. Oh! Thank you for this giveaway. :D

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  18. Man, I've been seeing this book pop up all over the place, it's making me eager to read it. Thanks for the chance :)

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  19. Great giveaway. That's reading way in advance. Nice!!!

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  20. Hmmm, this book must be a good one, I have seen it on a couple of other blogs. Thanks, for sharing.

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  21. I love book cover look like cover magazine and I want to read that

    thank's for great giveaway^^

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