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The Adoration of Jenna Fox,9780805076684

The Adoration of Jenna Fox

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9780805076684

ISBN10:
0805076689
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Hardcover
Pub. Date:
4/29/2008
Publisher(s):
Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)
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Summary

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.

Author Biography

Mary E. Pearson is the author of three other novels for teens--A Room on Lorelei Street, David v. God, and Scribbler of Dreams.  She writes full-time from her home in Carlsbad, California, where she lives with her husband and two dogs. 

Table of Contents

I look at my fingers again, the ones that trembled and shook just a few days ago at Mr. Bender’s kitchen table.  I bring them together, fingertip to fingertip, like a steeple.  Each one perfect by appearance. But something is not . . . right.  Something that I still have no word for.  It is a dull twisting that snakes through me.  Is this a tangled feeling that everyone my age feels?  Or is it different?  Am I different?  I slide my steepled fingers, slowly, watching them interlace. Trying to interlace, like a clutched desperate prayer, but again, I feel like the hands I am lacing are not my own, like I have borrowed them from a twelve-fingered monster.  And yet, when I count them, yes, there are ten.  Ten exquisitely perfect, beautiful fingers.

Excerpts

I look at my fingers again, the ones that trembled and shook just a few days ago at Mr. Bender’s kitchen table.  I bring them together, fingertip to fingertip, like a steeple.  Each one perfect by appearance. But something is not . . . right.  Something that I still have no word for.  It is a dull twisting that snakes through me.  Is this a tangled feeling that everyone my age feels?  Or is it different?  Am I different?  I slide my steepled fingers, slowly, watching them interlace. Trying to interlace, like a clutched desperate prayer, but again, I feel like the hands I am lacing are not my own, like I have borrowed them from a twelve-fingered monster.  And yet, when I count them, yes, there are ten.  Ten exquisitely perfect, beautiful fingers.


Excerpted from The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson
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