09 July 2015

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Naked by Stacey Trombley

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by Stacey Trombley.
Audience/Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary Romance, Intense Issues.
Publication: July 7th 2015 by Entangled: Teen.
The best place to hide is in a lie…

I could never fit in to the life my parents demanded. By the time I was thirteen, it was too much. I ran away to New York City…and found a nightmare that lasted three years. A nightmare that began and ended with a pimp named Luis. Now I am Dirty Anna. Broken, like everything inside me has gone bad.

Except that for the first time, I have a chance to start over. Not just with my parents but at school. Still, the rumors follow me everywhere. Down the hall. In classes. And the only hope I can see is in the wide, brightly lit smile of Jackson, the boy next door. So I lie to him. I lie to protect him from my past. I lie so that I don’t have to be The Girl Who Went Bad.

The only problem is that someone in my school knows about New York.

Someone knows who I really am.

And it’s just a matter of time before the real Anna is exposed…

Reviewed by Kelly.

Talk about an emotional read!! This is a very intense, sad and powerful story of one thirteen year old girl’s story of running away to her dream of New York City and ending up broken and beaten and with three years of being a prostitute before going home. I wanted to read this to see how the author would write a story like that. What would it be like? But it was more than that and had my mind reeling with all that happened to her and how she would get past it and if she could ever really move on.

Anna was “Exquisite” in New York. When she was found and at the police station a woman from Social Services quietly and gently helps Anna get home and helps her integrate back into … what? I don’t really know. How do you know where to go, who to be, move on, society, after that? But Sarah knows who she really is (Because Anna wouldn’t tell her who she was) and gets her home with her parents. But what the story didn’t really show till later was what Anna’s home life had really been before she ran away. I thought she was a brat until I read more. I didn’t know that her freedom was really none existent at home. Her dad ruled with an iron fist and a belt. Anna rebelled. So coming home isn’t all happy. Her dad thinks the worst of her. I don’t like her dad at all. I want to kick him where it hurts. Her mom, who was always obedient, now seems to be sticking up for her daughter. But is it enough?

When Anna goes to public school a few years behind where she would be and with no friends, she meets Jackson. He is sweet and geeky and real. Everyone needs a Jackson! He believes in her. He squashes the rumors that fly around about Anna. Anna doesn’t want Jackson to know her past. She is afraid of losing him. He is what keeps her going. As time goes on, she lies more and more and knows it will all end when he finds out the truth. Anna makes two girl friends. They all help Anna and Anna helps them. Anna gets harassed by the popular girl and her boyfriend and she gets constant lewd comments. Anna can only handle so much. Her art teacher shows her how to create and Anna finds hope in her art. She also finds it in the family guard dog that wags his/her tail at Anna and sleeps with her but sneers at everyone else. The poor dog gets the same treatment Anna gets from her dad.

But there is someone who knows her real secret at school and leaves her messages in her locker. Anna is afraid. She doesn’t want anyone else to know the real truth.

Meanwhile, Sarah is trying to get Anna to testify against the man who took Anna in and gave her a place to stay and taught her to sell herself for money and then sold her to someone else in the end. I can’t even find the words to describe how that makes me feel. How this man made her feel like she was helping him. I just feel pure disdain and disgust and sad for all that she went through. I remember feeling utter despair as I was reading what she went through and I think I would have given up and not flourished but hidden myself away forever. I have two daughters and this world can be evil and I want to protect them. If not for Jackson, I think Anna would have given up too!On second thought, no Anna is stronger than me, she would have been okay. It may have taken her a little longer though!

This story is not for the faint of heart. It is gritty and real and shows how a young mind can be twisted to believe what she is doing is okay. It also shows a very unhealthy family situation. Then I also like how Jackson’s dad was a police officer and Anna had always believed they were mean and left her scars but Jackson’s dad was a good officer. They need good PR. My son and brother are police officers and with all that is going on here in real life it is perfectly timed!

Anyway, if you like shedding a few tears, fighting for yourself, overcoming obstacles and telling your secrets, Nobody’s Perfect, standing up to others, standing with others, doing what is right, stories that have some serious issues, and finding where you belong than this could be for you.

re’s a strange tapping on my window. My heart pounds in my chest as I remember the last time. Nothing happened then, but I do sort of wish I had Zara with me now. I take a deep breath and tiptoe to the window and peer out. A happy face peers back at me. I blink and then slide open the window. “What the hell are you doing here, Jackson?” His eyes are bright and alive, and I realize I’m very happy to see him. “I want to show you something,” he says. “Normal people come to the door, you know?” He shrugs. “You told me your parents were strict—figured this was the safe way.” I shake my head. He’s crazy. And sneaking around my parents with a boy, even a boy as innocent as Jackson, probably isn’t the best idea in the world. Especially after what happened at dinner. I narrow my eyes. “Is it important?” He nods eagerly, and I sigh. Good thing I didn’t change out of my school clothes yet. Besides, the chances of my parents coming to my room are nonexistent. After that big speech, my dad will want to bask in his own glory while he gives me time to think over his “lesson.” I grab a pair of tennis shoes from my closet, flick off the light so my parents think I’m sleeping, and climb out the window. “Okay, what’s so important?” He grabs my hand and laces his fingers through mine, which makes my heart patter in a completely idiotic way. And then he runs, pulling me with him. I notice he’s wearing a backpack. We run down the street and behind one of the houses, back to the field with the honeysuckles and my mini Central Park. Then we stop. The sky is a dark blue, but there’s still a little bit of light peeking out over the horizon. The field is right in front of us, with the little specks of lights flickering in the darkness. “Fireflies,” I say.
Jackson turns to me, his eyes bright. “You are human!” he says with a sly smile that makes my stomach tumble. At least my cheeks don’t get hot. I do have some composure. “But they’re actually called lightning bugs.” “What? You made that up.” “Did not!” I laugh, and we both grow quiet and watch the little specks of light in the dark field. “My family used to go camping in the summer when I was little,” I say. “My mom and I caught fireflies together. But we haven’t done it since I was eight or so.” “What happened after that?” “I don’t know. My dad started working more, we stopped talking to our cousins and even my grandparents for some reason, and my parents got stricter and stricter.” I shrug, wondering if that was actually the beginning of the end of my parents’ relationship, and I just hadn’t seen it. The same waythey didn’t see the way those changes affected me. “That’s around the time that everything changed forme because they wouldn’t let me out to play with kids my age, and they stopped playing with me, too.” I’m telling him more than I’m supposed to. “Loneliness sucks.” I nod. He takes off his backpack and pulls out a jar. “Maybe we can make her a present.” “My mom? You don’t think she’ll say they’re too...you know...childish?” He takes my hand. “Maybe. But maybe she needs to remember what it was like when things were good.” “What do you mean?”
“Just some things you’ve said... It sounds like you guys haven’t been happy in a long time.” He’s right. It’s been a long time since we were happy. Not just me. My mom. My dad. Then he tugs on my hand and brings me into the field, thankfully saving me from having to confirm or deny anything. I wonder why they’re even still here, the fireflies. It’s September; aren’t they usually gone by now? There aren’t as many as there are in the spring and summer, but there’s enough for me to catch about ten in Jackson’s jar. When we’re finished, he pokes tiny holes in the lid of the jar and hands it to me. We walk back to where he left his backpack, and I set my jar down. “Is the night over?” he asks, his eyes alight with something else. Something very unchildish, and it kind of scares me. My whole body feels alive. At his look, heat rises into my cheeks. Thankfully, it’s too dark for him to see. I don’t know what Jackson and I are, but I do know that I don’t want to go home. Not yet.

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Stacey Trombley lives in Ohio with her husband, new baby boy and the sweetest Rottweiler you’ll ever meet. Any chance she has she’s off doing or learning something new. She went on her first mission trip to Haiti at age twelve and is still dying to go back. Her “places to travel” list is almost as long as her “books to read” list.

She wants to bring something new to the world through her writing, but just giving a little piece of herself is more than enough.

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