The Suburban Strange
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“But I do. In the worst way.” He held his lips to hers for a long moment, then stood up and looked down at her.
“Write me when you get back, so I know you’re safe,” she said.
“Sure.” Tomasi turned toward the wall, first darkening into a shadow and then sliding back into her sketchbook before appearing as a face on the page. He blew her a final, two-dimensional kiss.
I’m back. You’re beautiful. Good night.
Good night. Celia got up with her sketchbook and laid it on her desk, still open to Tomasi’s page.
In the bathroom she washed her face and brushed her hair, and then she regarded herself in the mirror. “I am an Ambassador. I am tired.” She brushed her teeth and went back to her room.
She curled up on her bed. Outside her window the moon was a tranquil white, the white of chalk and of bones that have been bleached by ocean water. There was a song she wanted to hear, so she got up again and thumbed through her CDs. As she shed her clothes and crawled into bed, a soft, strange song wafted through the room, like a transmission from the Arctic Circle. Against a quiet, steady drumbeat, the Sisters of Mercy sang quietly about what it felt like to be one of the chosen, one of the few to be sure, and about snow coming down like a curtain outside a car window. She closed her eyes and wondered what the summer would bring.
Author's Note
AS BRENDEN SAYS , “Everything is better with the right soundtrack.” Each of the chapter titles in this book is the name of a real album, an example of the dark alternative music Celia discovers as her story is told. I encourage you to seek these treasures out, along with the other music, literature, and art scattered throughout this story. Nothing would please me more than for you to love these works even half as much as I do.
Acknowledgments
To Zoe Shacham, who made me into a published author and then broke my heart! You were my dream come true as an agent, and I am so happy we found each other. I wish you the best, and I will be forever grateful for all you did to make this dream a reality.
To everyone else at Nancy Yost Literary Agency, especially Nancy Yost and Adrienne Rosado, who shepherded this project through to completion—it has been such a pleasure getting to know you, and I am so appreciative of all your efforts on my behalf.
To Margaret Raymo—thank you so much for taking this first-time author to the dance! You and the brilliant team at Houghton Mifflin Harcourt have coaxed a better novel out of me than I knew I had, and dressed it up so beautifully, I barely can believe it’s mine. This has been a fantastic experience, even when you were gently pointing out that there are not, in fact, seven weeks in October . . .
To all the musicians, authors, artists, and designers to whom I pay tribute in this book: You’ve enriched my life and inspired me to be my own creative person. I only hope I am introducing you to many others who will find you just as transformative and inspiring.
To my own Rosary, a now lengthy string of beautiful friendships from high school and beyond, which have sustained and expanded me—thank you for sharing my love of darkly beautiful things; your spirit and style are on every page of this book. You number too many to list here, but there are a few beads I must count:
To Alli Cooke, from the latest decade, who was Celia’s first champion and an invaluable reviewer of this manuscript every time I dared to ask—all of the thanks!
To Lisa Schieler Blackman, from the high school decade, who knows perhaps better than anyone how autobiographical this novel is, in a fun-house mirror sort of way—this book is just the latest in a shoebox’s worth of mix tapes, as far as we’re concerned.
To Mr. Gates, from his own decade, who lives and breathes his aesthetic more deeply than I could ever hope to, and who has figured out how to make me look passably human in photographs—I want to see the world the way you do.
And to Andrea Gangloff Klores, from all the decades, who has watched my creative impulse thrash about in so many directions for more years than either of us will admit, and who elevates friendship to an art form all its own—may we never come down to earth again!
Finally, to my parents, who have never wavered in their support for me, and who I believe answer my phone calls with the unspoken, loving question “What have you done now?”—I hope you know how much you mean to me.
Credits
Love Is a Stranger
Words and Music by Annie Lennox and David Stewart
Copyright © 1983 by Logo Songs Ltd. and Astwood Music Ltd.
All Rights in the United States and Canada Administered by Universal Music–Careers
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Reprinted by permission of Hal Leonard Corporation
A Forest
Words and Music by Robert Smith, Laurence Tolhurst, Simon Gallup, and Matthieu Hartley
Copyright © 1981 by Fiction Songs Ltd.
All Rights for the world Administered by Universal Music Publishing MGB Ltd.
All Rights for the U.S. Administered by Universal Music–MGB Songs.
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
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Second Skin
Words and Music by David Fielding, Mark Burgess, Reginald Smithies, and John Lever
© 1983 EMI VIRGIN MUSIC LTD.
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Celia
Words and Music by Martha David
Copyright © 1979 (Renewed) BMG Rights Management (Ireland) Ltd. (IMRO)
All Rights Administered by Chrysalis One Songs (BMI)
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Reprinted by permission of Alfred Publishing
Crucify
Words and Music by Tori Amos
Copyright © Atlantic Recording Corporation
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Coming in Fall 2013
PULL DOWN THE NIGHT
BOOK TWO IN THE SUBURBAN STRANGE SERIES
Another year at Suburban High School, and another stranger arrives—Kind or Unkind remains to be seen. Every corner of the school conceals a secret, and every answer poses another question:
If you found a hidden clearing behind your house with the
power to transport you across town, would you use it?
If you were given a ghostly note with the place and time to
catch your boyfriend cheating on you, would you go?
If you received an admonition instructing you to do the one
thing you'd sworn never to do, would you reconsider?
Who is Bruno Perilunas, and will he and Celia find the answers fast enough to survive the year at Suburban? Death has been promised, but everything can change with the stroke of a pen, the discovery of a book, or a step on a secret staircase.
About the Author
NATHAN KOTECKI lives in Durham, North Carolina. This is his first young adult novel.