The Edge of Brilliance
by Susan
Traugh
Genre: YA Contemporary Realistic Fiction
Release Date: July 19th 2016
Finch Books
Summary from Goodreads:
Volatile and unstable, Amy stands at the precipice. Will she fall into the chaos and despair of insanity or ascend into brilliance and redemption?
Amy Miles is fifteen and crazy. Or, at least that’s her greatest fear. Her severe bipolar disorder, with its roller coaster manic and depressive episodes, is ruining her life. Yet in Amy’s mind it is accepting the pills and therapy—not the disease—that will brand her as ’crazy’.
When Amy lands in a residential psychiatric program, she befriends take-charge Mallory and the two create family and try to salvage the shards of their broken minds. There, Amy discovers that her illicit drug use has robbed her of her ability to dance and she is forced to weigh how hard she is willing to work to reclaim her lost talent and potential. But, despite a promising beginning, when Amy falls back into denial, the tragic consequences cannot be undone.
Amy is left to decide whether to give up altogether or accept her diagnosis and the tools she needs to battle her disease, to learn to dance again and forge a new and improved version of herself. Will she step up to the edge of her brilliance and shine?
Reader Advisory: This book contains strong language and also includes scenes involving drug use, rape, violence. This book also includes a frank exploration of mental illness and loss of autonomy.
Genre: YA Contemporary Realistic Fiction
Release Date: July 19th 2016
Finch Books
Summary from Goodreads:
Volatile and unstable, Amy stands at the precipice. Will she fall into the chaos and despair of insanity or ascend into brilliance and redemption?
Amy Miles is fifteen and crazy. Or, at least that’s her greatest fear. Her severe bipolar disorder, with its roller coaster manic and depressive episodes, is ruining her life. Yet in Amy’s mind it is accepting the pills and therapy—not the disease—that will brand her as ’crazy’.
When Amy lands in a residential psychiatric program, she befriends take-charge Mallory and the two create family and try to salvage the shards of their broken minds. There, Amy discovers that her illicit drug use has robbed her of her ability to dance and she is forced to weigh how hard she is willing to work to reclaim her lost talent and potential. But, despite a promising beginning, when Amy falls back into denial, the tragic consequences cannot be undone.
Amy is left to decide whether to give up altogether or accept her diagnosis and the tools she needs to battle her disease, to learn to dance again and forge a new and improved version of herself. Will she step up to the edge of her brilliance and shine?
Reader Advisory: This book contains strong language and also includes scenes involving drug use, rape, violence. This book also includes a frank exploration of mental illness and loss of autonomy.
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She
walked Amy through the beautiful oak doors behind the receptionist. It was only
when those doors slammed shut with an echo-y clang and automatically locked
behind her that the chill of realization gripped Amy’s spine and made her jump.
Oak veneers hid the fact that those doors were solid steel inside with locks
that snapped shut via a remote button at the warden’s desk. And despite the
thick taupe carpeting and rich wood veneers everywhere, the clank of that lock
bounced off the walls and echoed around the room like a sonic boom. This was
prison. Prison. Dress it up all you
like, the sound of that lock was final.
Tears leaped up to the backs of Amy’s eyes, but
she gritted her teeth and breathed out slowly in response. She was not about to
cry because a stupid door slammed. Never.
The blonde woman guided Amy into a small room
to the left of the doors. Another, taller, older woman with gray hair that
looked like curly steel wool was already seated on a stool in the room.
“Stand up, feet apart. Face me,” said the older
woman in a quick, no-nonsense manner. “Lift your arms out straight and stay
that way until I tell you to move.”
Amy had to concentrate as hard as she could to
make her arms obey.
The younger woman patted Amy down, running her
hands through Amy’s hair before moving to shoulders, arms, chest, waist, hips,
thighs, legs and feet. As first one place then another on her body was touched,
Amy closed her eyes. She needed to block her vision, not speak and stay still.
Too much information was pounding into her brain.
“Take off your shoes,” the older woman
instructed in that same quiet, authoritative tone. Amy complied.
“Your jacket.”
“Your shirt.”
“Your pants.”
“Unhook your bra.”
Amy tried to follow the instructions, but her
hands shook too violently to manage the hooks. She tried again, but again
failed.
“May I?” The younger woman’s eyes offered a
softness as her hands hovered close to Amy, awaiting permission.
Amy could not speak, but offered the slightest
nod before the young woman unhooked her bra then gently held Amy’s wrists and
brought Amy’s hands up to her chest. “Here,” she instructed. “Cover your
breasts like this while I take your bra.”
“Now turn your back to me and hold your hands
out straight.” Amy didn’t know if she could remain standing much longer—dark
flashes were beginning to dance before her eyes and the women’s voices seemed
to be backing down a long tunnel.
“Amy? Are you listening?” The voice that broke
through was not unkind but seemed to be coming from very far away. “With your
back still to me, drop your panties to your ankles and squat down,” commanded
the older woman.
“Amy? Amy?”
The younger woman stepped up again. She
remained behind Amy but touched her shoulder. “Drop your panties, honey,” she
guided. Then, as Amy complied, she gently but firmly pushed Amy down to the
floor.
Amy’s mind circled back to the hundreds of
pliés she’d done in dance. Her muscle memory responded with a graceful grand
plié until the older woman’s voice jerked her from her dream. “Cough three
times.”
“What?” Amy’s daze was so deep that the words
were no more comprehensible than if they’d been in Swahili.
“Stay in that position and cough three times.”
There, squatted, her hands covering her
breasts, her panties down around her ankles, Amy searched her brain for what
the woman wanted from her, what was being asked of her. She desperately wanted
to comply with whatever request these people were making, but the meaning was
garbled and bouncing around her brain with no place to land.
“Amy, look at me. You need to cough. Like
this...” The younger woman was still behind Amy with one hand on her shoulder,
but her gentle touch guiding Amy’s chin up to her and sharp coughing sound
helped Amy connect the dots and provide the physical response that was being
requested.
“Pull your panties up and put these on. You can
step behind that curtain.” The younger woman handed Amy a pair of blue scrubs
and pointed to a rough green curtain hanging from a rod in the corner of the
room. Once dressed, she handed Amy a cup. “There’s the bathroom. Go pee for me
and bring it back out here. Oh, and leave the bathroom door ajar, please.”
Amy had to hold the doorjamb to steady herself
as she walked into the bathroom. The older woman had left, but the young woman
was waiting outside the door when Amy emerged.
“Let me walk you to your room, Amy.”
About the Author
Award-winning author, Susan Traugh, has been writing for over
thirty years. Her Daily Living Skills workbooks are
used in classrooms all over the world and her stories have appeared in
periodicals nationwide along with several stories in Chicken Soup
for the Soul. With husband, Steven, Susan won Learning Magazine's
Teachers Choice Award for Mother Goose Brain Boost.
Now, Susan is venturing into the world of young adult fiction. Her
latest novel, The Edge of Brilliance is an exploration
into the heroes found within struggling young people. The manuscript was a
finalist in the San Diego Book Awards. Today, Susan lives in San
Diego, CA with her husband and daughters, a cat, dog, fish and near her grown
son who doesn't visit enough.
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The Edge of Brilliance sounds like a good read. Thank you
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