The Adoration of Jenna Fox (The Jenna Fox Chronicles)
Mary E. Pearson
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 0312594410
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Who is Jenna Fox? Seventeen-year-old Jenna has been told that is her name. She has just awoken from a coma, they tell her, and she is still recovering from a terrible accident in which she was involved a year ago. But what happened before that? Jenna doesn't remember her life. Or does she? And are the memories really hers?
This fascinating novel represents a stunning new direction for acclaimed author Mary Pearson. Set in a near future America, it takes readers on an unforgettable journey through questions of bio-medical ethics and the nature of humanity. Mary Pearson's vividly drawn characters and masterful writing soar to a new level of sophistication.
The Adoration of Jenna Fox is a 2009 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.
Claire. I am certain of it. I finish the ascent of the stairs. I go to my room. Claire told me to. I think I hate her. Jenna Fox / Year Ten I know the meaning, but I check again to be sure. hate v. 1. Intense dislike, extreme aversion or hostility. 2. To dislike passionately. 3. To detest. There is a better word for Mother. Aggravating, maybe. But I think Lily is wrong. She does hate me. Her aversion is extreme. She nearly shakes me with her constant sideways glances. She hasn’t spoken more
his head. “He’s not like us.” “He’s not like anyone,” Ethan says. “That’s probably why he’s in school with us. In that sense, he’s right. We all have reasons for needing to come to a small alternative school. My theory is Dane’s already been kicked out of every school within a thousand-mile radius.” “At least,” Gabriel confirms. I don’t know what to say. They seem to be releasing every frustration they have about Dane, and yet I found him interesting. Blunt maybe, but something about him
doesn’t like you? I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.” He’s right. It should be a law. Or maybe it is for most people. Hearing him say it out loud makes it more painful. So obvious. Of course a grandmother should like you, and I wonder once again if Lily has good reason not to. Somehow, down deep, I think she does. I think of Kara and Locke. I ache for them. Does it have something to do with them? Hurry, Jenna. I hear their voices like they are whispering into my ear
me, like he is giving me an opening to interrupt him. I don’t take it, and he goes on. I am still unsure about continuing with school. It seems wrong to even be here. I am out of place. Like I am playing a game, pretending at being something I’m not. What am I? The question won’t go away. Monday morning Father had to return to Boston. It was too risky to draw attention with his absence. They both said I should resume my normal routine, too. Doesn’t a normal life go hand in hand with a normal
motion decades ago by people who thought they were above the system. It will probably take decades more to stop it. Only the FSEB can fix this mess we’ve made. But it’s too late for me. With everything I would need, my numbers would be way over the top. It’s the law, remember?” I am silent. For someone so sick, her voice is amazingly harsh. “Hold my hand,” she says. Ethan reaches out. “No. Jenna. I want Jenna to hold my hand.” Ethan and I look at each other. How can you deny a dying person a