The Glister Journals: Bronze Allison Anderson knows she's a little different, but it hadn't bothered her too much-until now. Moving away from everything she's ever known to a new house, new neighborhood, and new school is bad enough, but it's her first year of high school too, making it even more intimidating. She's more aware of her social and physical limitations than ever before. And then there are the new people she meets: the tough-looking girl in her home room; the cute but dangerous-looking boy she first saw before school even started; the quiet, older girl who keeps to herself; the sullen-looking, seemingly isolated junior that doesn't seem to trust or like her at all. Can she trust them? While the peaceful situation of her new home only amplifies the sound of her own doubts, she begins to learn that things are not always what they seem, and her world is turned upside-down by these new friends, two-legged and otherwise. Life soon becomes more complicated, and much more interesting! About The Glister Journals series: The Glister Journals series is told from the perspective of a normal but not average teenage girl. It is not obvious, but Allison has a mild pervasive developmental disorder (autism spectrum). She thinks and experiences things a little differently from most of the other kids. In the past it has caused her to be alienated at best and bullied at worst. After the family moves, she becomes involved with a group of teens that open up new worlds to her. The four book series follows her through high school but is equally about her friends who have their own problems, fears, and aspects of their lives they’d rather keep quiet. There is action—mostly in the form of equestrian and extreme sports—and though there are only hints of it in Bronze, there is a love story which will play a more prominent part as the series progresses. The main story is about assumptions, acceptance, love, and friendship, though there are other themes running throughout the series.
Author B.B. Shepherd
A graduate of Cal Poly with graduate work at Chapman and U C Santa Cruz, B. B. Shepherd has lived most of her life in California and loves the diverse beauty of its many landscapes. Music, horses, literature, and art have been her passions as long as she can remember. She enjoys road trips, almost all horse sports and extreme sports (as a spectator), and is addicted to research.
As a writer, Shepherd enjoys exploring emotions and motivations: why do people do what they do? She also likes trying to find the funny side of things. She admits to being a hopeless romantic and often gets in trouble for her sense of humor. Bronze is her debut novel, the first in a series of four called The Glister Journals. She currently works full time as a music professional and educator, and lives in the San Francisco Bay area with her youngest daughter and a very silly cat.
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Excerpt 6: Snow Day
I stood gawking for quite some
time until something hard, cold, and stinging hit the back of my head.
Sure of my attacker, I turned around, ready to protest Dave’s behavior,
but was brought up short.
Chris stood several yards away, coolly
regarding me, expressionless as ever, and forming another snowball
between gloved hands. My jaw dropped and my eyes popped wide as I
realized he’d not only circled around and hidden in the trees waiting
for me to come out into the open, but was now preparing, very
deliberately, to pelt me with another projectile. I began backing away
as quickly as the snow and cumbersome boots allowed.
“Get her, Henry,” he said, calmly.
The next thing I knew, I’d been tackled by a very robust eight year
old, almost knocked off my feet, and was now held quite firmly, my arms
pinned against my sides. I expected Chris to lob the snowball from where
he stood, but instead he began walking very slowly toward me, holding
the large, obviously firmly packed orb in his right hand.
“No . .
.” I said, unbelieving and looking for a way out of the situation. I
looked to Dave who had moved out of the way as soon as I’d gotten hit,
probably thinking he was next. He now watched, looking a little confused
but apparently amused enough to allow his brothers to continue.
I said firmly, managing to extricate my arms. “Let . . . me . . . go!” I
gasped, now ineffectively working to remove his arms from around my
He just started laughing. Now I was laughing too—very nervously.
continued his slow, deliberate progress toward me, torturing me with
anticipation until he stood directly in front of me. He wasn’t looking
me straight in the eyes but took brief glances there.
“What? You don’t really think I’d hit you square in the face with this do you?”
I laughed nervously again. “I . . . don’t . . . um . . .”
scowled slightly as if hurt that I’d consider such a thing. “I’d never
do that,” he said, and I felt a moment of relief. Perhaps he was content
with having alarmed me badly.
Nope. In the next instant he had
slipped behind me, grabbed the back of my collar and stuffed as much of
the well-packed snowball down it as he could before Henry’s grip
loosened and they both let me go. I squealed loudly, both from the cold
of the attack and the absolute fright he’d given me in actually doing
it. Henry was rolling on the ground laughing. I quickly unzipped my
jacket and tried to remove as much of the offending ice from my back as I