Web Blog of Connie Vines, author or multi-genre fiction. Awards: H.O.L.T. Medallion (Honoring Outstanding Literary Talent), Orange Rose, Award of Excellence--Contemporary Romance; Independent eBook Award, Dream Realm Award. National Book Award and Frankfurt Book Award, nominee--YA Historical Fiction. Blog includes guest bloggers and snippets of WIP.
Sunday Snippets from Shortcomings by Ginger Simpson #sundaysnips #ya
Cover Art by Michelle Lee
I apologize for missing last week, but I was away from home. This week's snippet is from my YA - Shortcomings. As authors usually admit, there is a little of us in every book we publish. I had to draw on my own heartache and feelings of non-acceptance...especially when my father was out of work and how I felt wearing clothing from a second-hand shop. I was so afraid someone would recognize something I wore, I wanted to hide in a closet. I love the message this book delivers, and I hope you will too. "Our shortcomings don't define us unless we let them."
“Hey, gimpy, wanna race.” Amidst a gathering of
her groupies, pep squad captain, Sally Rogers, yelled at Cindy Johnson from
across the street. Sally fanned her shoulder-length auburn hair back from her
face and stood with one hand on her curvy hip. “If you win, maybe I’ll buy you something new
Her taunting tone ate at Cindy, but she
refused to respond. Sagging against the tree at the bottom of the hill leading
home, she wished she could sprint the distance to escape the piercing stares
and haunting laughter. Seventeen years ago, she’d been born with one leg noticeably shorter
than the other, and every day brought new heartache. Tears burned the back of
She gazed down through blurred eyes at the
sweater she wore—the one her mother bought last week at the used clothing store. It
was clean and hole-free. How could Sally have known?
But then most of Cindy’s wardrobe was
previously worn by someone else. Sally might have even owned the cardigan at
one time. The thought made Cindy shiver.
With four younger siblings and only one
income, the family struggled. There was never enough money for new clothes, and
people like Sally Rogers, the vindictive, nasty types, always noticed and felt
inclined to tell the world. When the crowd on the opposite corner dispersed,
Cindy gave her aching forearm a rest by swapping her books from one side to the
other and began the tiresome trek uphill. She couldn’t have jammed one more
thing into her already-full backpack. What had she been thinking when she checked
out extra romance novels from the library?
Her distinct walk drew too many stares, and
she grew tired of them, but there was nothing she could do to stop them.People’s curiosity often came across as rude,
as did their blunt questions. She clenched her teeth at the years that lay
ahead with no relief in sight.
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