Today is the day—-the start of my first blog tour as a soon to be published author. I am thrilled to share with the YA community a week- long event where readers can get to know more about my debut novel, The Chosen Ones, while also taking part in some great discussions about YA lit itself.
Today’s YAY 4 YA topic is Character. Head on over to Novel Novice to meet the characters of The Chosen Ones. Scroll down to the comments section on this post to answer the following question about today’s topic:
Who are some of your favorite characters in YA lit? What makes them stand apart from the slew of Young Adult characters out there today?
So how do you win again? You will be entered one time for each of the following: leaving a comment, following me on twitter (make sure you tell me in the comments section that you followed), and liking my Facebook page.
At the conclusion of YAY 4 YA, I will be picking 5 winners at random to win the following:
2 winners will receive: a signed Chosen Ones poster, a signed Chosen Ones arc, AND a signed Mortal Instruments poster by Cassandra Clare
3 additional winners will win: a signed Mortal Instruments poster by Cassandra Clare and an e-book version of The Chosen Ones
The blog tour runs all week:
Monday, April 23rd Novel Novice
Tuesday, April 24th Girls in the Stacks
Wednesday, April 25th Hypable
Thursday, April 26th Mundie Moms
Friday, April 27th The Readiacs
Built in the mixed styles of Jacobson and Victorian architecture, Templeton was a monument to what the council sought for our war-torn country—a return to supremacy. The large estate was built of brick and stone, the inside filled with works of art and period furniture ravaged from museums left penniless when funds were redirected to war programs. Everything in the mansion was a statement of purity, including the glaringly white walls and floors. Combined with the pastel-colored adornments, it was a reminder to all naturals, who themselves lived in glorified prisons, of what we once were. Nothing could appear too modern in the home of the very things that defined our modern age.
It was the picture of deception.
I would have to pretend I didn’t notice the imbalance of it all. The council watched my people lose their homes, move to shanty towns and tent cities, before finally being rounded up to live in barely hospitable compounds that were mostly renovated abandoned buildings—somehow having survived through the bombings.
But nothing came free. We would have to pay dearly to feel so protected.
We were supposed to be thankful to have a training center located in our sector. There were only three total in the whole of the Western lands, and because our sector lay close to the borders that separated us from the Middlelands, we were honored with a whole young army of genetically engineered superhumans.
My time at Templeton would be spent making sure the training chosen ones had everything they needed. I would stand silent as I watched them learn physical combat. I would clean out the trash from classrooms where the teacher preached on about the evils and wantonness of the naturals. I would scrub floors as the chosen ones wandered aimlessly among the bountiful grounds of Templeton, while my people were confined in the compound. I would wash dishes as the chosen ones wished for the day when they would no longer have to keep watch over the naturals. I would fold laundry as those above us lavished in their life of decadence, while my people struggled to mend our hand-me-down uniforms.
At least that’s how I expected to spend my days. Instead, I met with something very different…