Last summer, something miraculous happened. And I haven’t been able to talk about it until now.
That thing was the sale of my fourth to-be-published book. The third book I wrote. And the book that I wrote for my younger self. The one meant to tell her she’s okay, that I want the world to change for her and every girl like her.
If you can’t tell, this book means the world to me.
Which is why I am so thrilled to say it’s coming out in 2025 from Holiday House, where it found its perfect editor after 3+ (YES, THREE) years and two agents and a bunch of shenanigans between submissions. (More on that story some other time.)
Here’s a sneak peek at what you’ll find between the covers:
The soldiers call it the suicide forest. The locals call it cursed. Sixteen-year-old Vik calls it her backyard.
So, when Vik’s five-year-old sister wanders in and disappears, no one is surprised. Until five years later, when she walks out of the forest unharmed—and without having aged a day.
Vik is glad to have her sister back, but something’s wrong. Not only is she still five years old, but she won’t—or can’t—tell them what happened. And before she starts talking, she’s fallen into a coma, and it doesn’t look good.
The only way to know what happened—and to save her little sister—is for Vik to venture into the cursed forest herself. She’ll either save her sister or die trying.