If I Stay Paperback – April 6, 2010 by Gayle Forman

Description

Author: Forman Gayle

Brand: Speak

Color: Multicolor

Edition: Reprint

Features:

• IF I STAY
• GAYLE FORMAN
• NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
• 2009 EDITION

Package Dimensions: 23x208x340

Number Of Pages: 320

Release Date: 06-04-2010

Details: Product Description
The critically acclaimed, bestselling novel from Gayle Forman, author of Where She Went, Just One Day, and Just One Year.

Soon to be a major motion picture, starring Chloe Moretz!

In the blink of an eye everything changes. Seventeen ­year-old Mia has no memory of the accident; she can only recall what happened afterwards, watching her own damaged body being taken from the wreck. Little by little she struggles to put together the pieces- to figure out what she has lost, what she has left, and the very difficult choice she must make. Heartwrenchingly beautiful, this will change the way you look at life, love, and family. Now a major motion picture starring Chloe Grace Moretz, Mia’s story will stay with you for a long, long time.
Review
“Beautifully written.”–
Entertainment Weekly

“A beautiful novel.”-
-Los Angeles Times

“A do-not-miss story of love, friendship, family, loss, control, and coping.”–
Justine Magazine

“The brilliance of this book is the simplicity.”–
The Wall Street Journal

“A touching and thought-provoking novel.”–
Romantic Times
About the Author
Gayle Forman is an award-winning, internationally bestselling author and journalist. Her #1
New York Times bestselling novel
If I Stay was adapted into a film starring Chloë Grace Moretz. Gayle is also the author of several other bestselling novels, including
Where She Went,
I Was Here, the Just One series,
I Have Lost My Way, and
Leave Me. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and daughters.
CONNECT WITH GAYLE:
Website: GayleForman.com
Twitter: @GayleForman
Instagram: @GayleForman
Facebook: Facebook.com/GayleFormanAuthor
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
7:09 A.M.
Everyone thinks it was because of the snow. And in a way, I suppose that’s true.
I wake up this morning to a thin blanket of white covering our front lawn. It isn’t even an inch, but in this part of Oregon a slight dusting brings everything to a standstill as the one snowplow in the county gets busy clearing the roads. It is wet water that drops from the sky—and drops and drops and drops—not the frozen kind.
It is enough snow to cancel school. My little brother, Teddy, lets out a war whoop when Mom’s AM radio announces the closures. “Snow day!” he bellows. “Dad, let’s go make a snowman.”
My dad smiles and taps on his pipe. He started smoking  one recently as part of this whole 1950s, Father Knows Best retro kick he is on. He also wears bow ties. I am never quite clear on whether all this is sartorial or sardonic—Dad’s way of announcing that he used to be a punker but is now a middle-school English teacher, or if becoming a teacher has actually turned my dad into this genuine throwback. But I like the smell of the pipe tobacco. It is sweet and smoky, and reminds me of winters and woodstoves.
“You can make a valiant try,” Dad tells Teddy. “But it’s hardly sticking to the roads. Maybe you should consider a snow amoeba.”
I can tell Dad is happy. Barely an inch of snow means that all the schools in the county are closed, including my high school and the middle school where Dad works, so it’s an unexpected day off for him, too. My mother, who works for a travel agent in town, clicks off the radio and pours herself a second cup of coffee. “Well, if you lot are playing hooky today, no way I’m going to work. It’s simply not right.” She picks up the telephone to call in. When she’s done, she looks at us. “Should I make breakfast?”
Dad and I guffaw at the same time. Mom makes cereal and toast. Dad’s the cook in the family.
Pretending not to hear us, she reaches into the cabinet for a box of Bisquick. “Please. How hard can it be? Who wants pancakes?”
“I do! I do!” Teddy yells. “Can we have chocolate chips in them?”
“I don’t see why not,” Mom replies.
“Woo hoo!” Teddy yelps, waving his arms in the air.
“You have far too much energy for this early in the morning,” I tease. I turn to Mom. “Maybe you shouldn