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Broken Mirror Girl, a different kind of ghost story.

"Starting high school is bad enough when you're me, but it's even worse when your dead grandmother comes to school with you."

So says Maggie Chase, lanky and quiet Vermonter, who has never had a best friend in her whole life other than her grandma, Ammie. But grandma lost a fight against cancer just when Maggie needed her most, at the beginning of high school. Maybe that’s why Maggie’s relieved instead of worried when her dead grandmother starts to show up unexpectedly. When Maggie’s parents learn of Maggie’s delusions, a deep family fear surfaces. Soon Maggie faces tough decisions about what it means to miss someone, to go crazy, to face the world without a friend.

From the preface by editor, J. McQuivey:

"I have no proof that Margaret Chase is a real person. No proof, that is, other than what you’ll read in the pages that follow. There Maggie lives and breathes as real as I do....Now, many months later, the book is ready for publication. I’ve worked with Maggie’s attorney the entire time, always expecting that at some point I would meet the author. But the attorney had never met her either. This made me uncomfortable and had the book not contained the things it does, I might have refused to publish it. But I had to publish it. You’ll see why when you read it.
Is Maggie Chase real? More important, is her story true?"

From the first chapter:

Mom later said it sounded like a cry to her, a twisted cry, but a cry. Dad said there was no way it was a cry, but a laugh, a loud, sustained belly laugh. Who could blame me? Ammie was dead, but here she was dancing around her own funeral. As if she intended to make sure at least someone – her – was happy at her funeral.

It was good to see her. I didn’t like it when she was sick. It was good to know that she was well.

It was also crazy.

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Print publication rights available. For more information, contact books AT mcquivey.com

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10/24/2009

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