I was looking at my most recent episodes, and decided that after a long streak of realistic fiction it was high time for a sci-fi palate cleanser. The Adoration of Jenna Fox is a book that flew under my radar until it was on my library system’s summer reading list. As soon as I started reading it, the booktalk started writing itself. I thought that Jenna was a great protagonist, and her confusion about her own identity will pull readers along in a roller-coaster of a story. Oh, and know that if you order this book you might have a choice of book covers. I personally think that the one pictured above with the jigsaw-puzzle pieces is EXTREMELY cool.
Check out Mary E. Pearson’s website to learn more about this book, the sequel The Fox Inheritance, and many more teen novels. You can also visit the Who Is Jenna Fox? website (featuring my second-favorite book cover design) for a book trailer, sample chapter, discussion guide, and more.
My parents have always loved me too much. They’ve spent hours and hours filming me from every angle, following me with the video camera and immortalizing my every move. At least, that’s the way it seems. That’s what I’ve learned from these people who call themselves my parents. Only … I don’t remember them. Of course, it’s not just them; I don’t remember ME either. I also don’t remember my friends, or my school, or anything else from more than two weeks ago. Because there was an accident, and then I was in a coma, and then two weeks ago I finally woke up. It turns out that it’s a good thing that my parents spent most of my life recording my every move, because now I can watch those videos every day. Jenna, age seven. Jenna, age ten. Jenna, age fifteen. Little by little, my memory is starting to come back in bits and pieces. But I still have lots of unanswered questions. Like, what happened to my friends? Why haven’t they tried to call me, or sent me a single get-well card? Why does my grandmother treat me like I’m a stranger? And why does it feel like my parents have been lying to me about who I really am?