(The Careful, Quiet, Invisible Series #1)
By Isobella Jade
Release Date: July 26, 2012
ABOUT THE BOOK
"I couldn’t feel my arms or legs. My neck, my hair, my stomach—they weren’t mine anymore."
If you lived in Willow Ridge, a town based on Jade’s hometown called Liverpool in Central New York, you’d know of Estella Montclair. Estella is one of the top high school sprinters around and she’s in the newspaper all the time.
After Estella Montclair is killed in a texting and driving crash, what remains of her face and body is devastating.
But not all of her has died.
During the first month after her death, Estella’s spirit travels among her living friends and family. Her best friends Zara, Eva and Jett show her how pain and sorrow can break apart or strengthen a bond. She also sees for the first time that loss can spark revenge, catastrophe can come without warning, and we all have secrets. She wonders if her chance for love with Phoenix has passed her by, and if out of sight truly means out of mind.
And maybe one day the girl who caused her death will admit her mistake.
While adjusting to a new state of being, Estella struggles to face the limitations that come with death, but blossoms by recognizing she can still touch the lives of the people she once knew so well.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Isobella Jade is an author, petite model and a wizard of self-promotion. Her modeling memoir Almost 5'4" is her personal memoir about being a shorter-than-average model in NYC, the ins and outs and highs and lows of striving to beat the odds. Her graphic novel Model Life was released in November 2009 and Short Stuff is her collection of on-the-job experiences that took place after Almost 5'4" and includes modeling tips for shorter girls. Her most recent work is a new YA novel called Careful, the first book of the Careful, Quiet, Invisible series.
I was recently visiting my hometown in Syracuse, NY and chatted with ABC affiliate News Channel 9 about the book.
There was a hole already waiting. The ground was ice cold with a thin layer of snow, and it crunched as my family and friends gathered around the plot.
The headstone was ruby red, like the color my hair had been. I could see the breath in the air of my loved ones, their warmth inside hitting the cold air, while they were thinking about me. I didn't want my body to go into that cold dark hole in the ground; I didn't want to be left behind. I wanted to scream, "Nooo...wait!" as my casket was lowered into the ground. My mother held her hands to her mouth and closed her eyes, unable to watch, but my father, with tears in his eyes, watched me go down into that cold deep place.
This couldn't be happening. I started to wonder if this was just a dream and I wasn't really dead. On Monday I would walk the halls of Willow Ridge High School, I would see PHoenix, I would meet the girls for lunch, I would be there for the outdoor track season, I would go to practice every day and improve with each race and I'd qualify for the New York State Meet, I would go to college, I would get married and have kids one day, I would succeed in all the ways I wanted to succeed.
Life would continue.
But while huddling together and looking at the ground the faces of Zara, Eva, and Jett told me I was wrong. So did the headstone that bore my name.
Estella Marie Montclair.
You know how they say nothing is set in stone. Well, when you see your name set in stone on a grave, you know that's not true. Some things are set in stone.
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