Have A Question? Bring It On!
May 19, 2015

“Emily Murdoch, author of the achingly beautiful IF YOU FIND ME, joins me this Thursday for a Q&A and giveaway…”

http://t.co/WBhHyQo2cz

Thank you, C J Redwine (who happens to be one of my favorite authors).

Hope to see you there!

If You Find Me Nominated For The Green Mountain Book Award!
April 3, 2015

Thank you, Green Mountain Book Award Committee and the Vermont librarians and teen readers!

It’s an honor, truly.

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Department of Libraries announces teen book award nominees! | Enosburgh Public Library

 

And What Arrived In The Mail, Today …
March 23, 2015

… Along with a bunch of fair brochures and two large posters? ❤️

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IF YOU FIND ME nominated for the 2015 German Children’s Literature Award.
March 23, 2015

So honored to announce that IF YOU FIND ME, or as it’s titled in Germany, IF YOU FIND US, is one of six books nominated for the 2015 German Children’s Literature Award by the independent young adult jury.

Results will be announced in October, at the Frankfurt Book Fair.

So excited and so grateful!

A huge thanks to the jury and to my German young adult readers.

As the only female nominee in this category, I’m also proud to represent female writers of young adult fiction.

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“The German Children’s Literature Award (Deutscher Jugendliteraturpreis) is a prize for works of fiction sponsored by the German Federal Ministry for Families, Senior Citizens, Women and Youth. It has been awarded annually since 1956 by a jury of literature specialists and critics in four categories: picture book, children’s book, young adult book and non-fiction. In addition, since 2003 an independent young adult jury gives its own award.”

http://www.djlp.jugendliteratur.org/nominierungen_jugendjur…

An excerpt from D22go.
March 14, 2012

One sixteen-year-old girl in remission (for the third time)? Check.

One road trip to confront your bio-mom once and for all? Check.

One unfriendly, arrogant guy to share the ride? Check.

One Mille Bornes list, with ten must-do items? Check.

Falling in love? Check again.

    

     Mama Rhonda throws up her hands, her ample frame, made up half-of-boobs, surely swift enough when it comes to exiting hospital rooms. “I give up on this impossible child!”

     My mom stirs in the chair, where she’s slumped over her Better Homes and Gardens magazine, snoring softly. “What’s going on,” she says, half-asleep.

     Through the curtain between the beds, I hear Flipa sobbing. I ache, to hold her. But I’m scared of Mama Rhonda. Scared that, one day, she’ll turn the loathing on me, and forever separate me and Flip, out of spite.

     “Shhhh. If Mama Rhonda doesn’t come back in ten minutes, I’ll go to Flip.”

     “What happened?”

     I rattle off what she missed.

     “Flip is on a breakfast kick. It’s the only food that doesn’t taste like metal. She’ll only eat Moons Over My Hammy. Denny’s is twenty minutes away. Mama Rhonda wants to go home. She has a movie coming on at seven.”

     “That woman.” My mom’s face is fierce. Like, Nurse Loretta fierce. She stands up. “Flipa is eight-years-old on chemo, for chrissakes. She’s lucky she’s even eating.”

     “Mom – wait! Where are you going? I don’t want Mama Rhonda to think –”

     “Like that woman ever thinks. Calm down. I’m driving to DENNY’S.” My mom says the last so loudly, I’m sure they can hear her all the way to the nurse’s station. “And we’re ALL having MOONS OVER MY HAMMYS. As a matter of fact, Payson and FLIPA,” she shouts, “are getting TWO MOONS OVER MY HAMMYS. One for NOW, and one for LATER. They can have ANOTHER ONE, if they want, TOMORROW and the NEXT DAY and the NEXT DAY.”

     The sobs behind the curtain subside into tinkling laughter, like wind chimes turning the storm around.

     Mom bends down and holds me tight. It hurts the incision in my chest, but I don’t care.

     “You’ll be okay while I’m gone?”

     I nod, swallowing the tears, my eyes like smiling up from the bottom of a pool. I catch her hand, as big as a raven, to me.

     “I love you, Mom.”

     She stops to regard me in the bed, and she smiles. A before smile.

    “If that woman upsets Flipa one more time, you call Nurse Loretta. I don’t care.”

     “I will.”

     My mom picks up the remote control, and the tv bolted to the ceiling flips from The Price is Right, to the Disney channel. She disappears around the curtain. A moment later –

     “Here you go, darling. Watch what you want.”

     “Thank you, Mrs. Iron Horse.”

     That’s what Flipa calls my mom, and we’ve never corrected her.

     Because for all intensive purposes, that’s how strong my mom is, too.

 

From D22go (dah-go) by Emily Murdoch