Happy Friday! Another week down. Ready for Christmas yet? We’re getting closer. I’m hoping to wrap up my shopping soon. Before I take off for the stores, let’s see what is on the book trailer shelf…
Fifteen-year-old Courtney wants to be normal like her friends. But there’s something frighteningly different about her—and it’s not just the mysterious tattoo her conspiracy-obsessed grandfather marked her with before he disappeared. She’s being visited in her bedroom at night by aliens claiming to have shared an alliance with her grandfather. And imaginary or not, they’re starting to take over her mind. “Mental illness is a slippery slope,” her mother warns her.
The last thing Courtney wants to do is end up crazy and dead like her grandfather did. But what about the tattoo? And the aliens trying to recruit her? With her new alien-savvy friend Agatha and her apocalyptic visions, Courtney begins connecting the dots between the past, present and future—of her bloodline, and the ancient history that surrounds it. Is she going insane, like her family claims her grandfather did, or is she actually a “chosen one” with ancestral connections to another world? Either way, Courtney has a mission: untangle her past, discover the truth, and stop the apocalypse before it’s too late for everyone.
About the Author
The truth is I was never good at being normal. Sometimes that can be a good thing. But too often while growing up I was left feeling like an outsider, uncomfortable in my own skin.
In fifth grade, I learned to transcend the trappings of my existentially riddled mind by opening a book and escaping into the world of fiction. Suddenly I was trouncing through worlds unknown with heroes and anti-heroes, privy to their every thought and emotion as they journeyed toward self-discovery.
By ninth grade, I was fervently tearing through books, writing short stories of my own, and dreaming of my future life as an accomplished author. At last, I would be understood! Then during summer vacation after my junior year of high school I was in a car accident and clunked my head. After two weeks in the hospital, they let me go home. Physically, other than a scrape on the back of my head, I was no worse for the wear. I rejoined my friends and went back to high school in the fall. Thank god, but not really. I looked like the same old Brady. But I was different. Really different!
My brain was damaged.
My thoughts and emotions were out of whack. I was grounded in reality but disconnected from it at the same time. The worlds inside and outside my head were suddenly frightening places. The worst part about it all, though, was that no one (doctor, parent, counselor, therapist) could explain to me why my mind was acting the way it was; whether it could be fixed; or how long I’d be like this.
Eventually, like the protagonists of many books I’d read, I found my way through the fog. I went to college, graduated from law school, and went on with my life. But my trauma and experiences still haunt me, and in writing I find solace.
I live in Royal Oak, Michigan, with my wife and twin boys. It’s where I write, practice law, play superheroes, revel and muse, and generally try not to draw attention to myself.
Have a great weekend.