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The Long Game: A Fixer Novel
by Jennifer Lynn Barnes (Author)

Booktalk: For Tess Kendrick, a junior at the elite Hardwicke School in Washington D.C., fixing runs in the family. But Tess has another legacy, too, one that involves power and the making of political dynasties. When Tess is asked to run a classmate’s campaign for student council, she agrees. But when the candidates are children of politicians, even a high school election can involve life-shattering secrets.

Meanwhile, Tess’s guardian has also taken on an impossible case, as a terrorist attack calls into doubt who can–and cannot–be trusted on Capitol Hill. Tess knows better than most that power is currency in Washington, but she’s about to discover first-hand that power always comes with a price.

Snippet: On some level, I was aware that the 911 operator was talking on the other end of the phone line. On some level, I remembered making the call. But on another baser level, all I could think about was the body.

Currents: A Novel
by Eva Moraal (Author)

Booktalk: after the Great Flood when the country is divided between the safe, dry areas and those vulnerable to further flooding. The country’s population is similarly divided, with the Dry forming the wealthy elite, and the Wet the working class scratching a living in order to survive. A resistance movement arises from the Wet.

Nina is a Dry, the daughter of the Governor. In the last flood, her school was inundated and her sister drowned, and she is now forced to go to another school in the Wet area, under a false name. There she meets Max, a Wet, and they become partners for a school project. They quickly form an alliance as they fight for both justice and survival.

Snippet: The first bell sounds and before I know it, the school fills with people. One of them, a girl, bumps me and I drop my bag and my HC. My things get kicked everywhere, disappearing into a sea of legs. No point trying to collect everything till they’ve all gone.

My hands are shaking as I pick up my bag and begin stuffing my things back in it. she did that on purpose. I heard her laugh. And I wanted to be in class before all the others came in. I quickly brush away a tear. I don’t want to cry. Not here. Not now.

“Here.”

I look up and see a boy standing in front of me.