YA novel ‘LIFELINE’ plunges into mental health issues, drug abuse, and a path to healing
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PHILADELPHIA, Penn. – How does the popular kid—the Lacrosse star who has the perfect girlfriend—end up in rehab? Abbey Lee Nash takes on the realities of addiction and family discord in her stunning YA novel, “LIFELINE” (Tiny Fox Press, May 8, 2018).
Beautifully written from the perspective of a teenager, “LIFELINE” faces the reality of mental health issues, drug abuse, and the struggle to overcome your past. Nash’s breathtaking honesty and fast-paced prose unapologetically demands readers’ attention. Wonderfully researched and an insightful look into the frequently overlooked issues that plague teenagers as they grow up, “LIFELINE” is a perfect read for adults and teenagers alike.
About the Author
Born to parents with a serious case of wanderlust, Abbey Lee Nash has lived in some pretty weird places, including a Christian farming commune in rural Georgia, above a third-world craft store in Kentucky, and on a Salvation Army retreat center in the Pennsylvania mountains. She currently lives outside of Philadelphia with her husband, two daughters, and one very rambunctious Australian Shepherd. She received her MA in English from Arcadia University in 2011 and currently works at Bryn Athyn College where she teaches writing and literature. She is an active member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. “LIFELINE” is her first novel.
About the Book
Popular high school senior Eli Ross has the perfect life. He’s captain of the lacrosse team at LionsHeart Academy, and he’s dating Savannah, the hottest, most popular girl at school. But that life comes crashing down when he overdoses at a party and is sent to LakeShore Recovery Center, an inpatient substance abuse treatment program where he’ll spend the next twenty-eight days.
There Eli meets Libby, the sharp-edged artist whose freshly tattooed scars mirror the emotional scars Eli tries his best to ignore. Eli soon learns that if he’s to have any chance at a future, he’ll first have to confront his past.
Abbey Lee Nash, May 8, 2018, Tiny Fox Press
Price: $12.95 (Paperback) | $5.95 (Ebook)
“Nash, in short, has pulled off a remarkable feat, taking a topic of great relevance and—without a hint of censure or denunciation—making it integral to a tale whose only demand is that it be read in one sitting.” —“Kirkus Reviews”
“LIFELINE’ plunges the reader into Eli’s rough journey—Nash doesn’t hold back. Buckle up.” —K. M. Walton, author of “Cracked, Empty, & Ultimatum”
“Tragically timely, this story dives deep into the brutal and heroic work that recovery requires. An addict’s self-denial and self-destruction is laid out with raw honesty and while the path back is steep, Nash shows redemption is well within reach. A gorgeously written and ultimately hopeful debut that will resonate with readers of any age.” —Karen Fortunati, author of “The Weight of Zero”
Excerpt from ‘LIFELINE’
The air outside hums with music. All the lights in the house are on. If Alex’s parents have gotten any smarter since the infamous rager we threw after Winter Formal, the neighbors are on the lookout for suspicious activity. Everything inside me says we’re going to get busted any minute, and I have the worst possible timing in the world.
But right now, I don’t care about the neighbors or the cops or even Savannah. I just…WANT.
A couple of minutes are all I need. And then I’ll get Savannah out of the house, tell her to get home before the shit hits the fan. Just a couple of minutes.
I scrounge under my seat for the empty CD case, then reach into the glove compartment for the Burger King straw I’ve cut down to size. I hook a finger under the mat and feel around for the baggie. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it. Sweat beads on my upper lip.
I crack open a pill, sprinkle it onto the plastic case. It doesn’t look like very much, definitely not enough, so fuck it, I crack open another.
My hands shake as I cut the powder with my driver’s license, scrape it into twin tracks.
A distant siren sounds.
There’s yelling from the house, and somebody’s turned off the music.
I prop the case on my knee, duck my head, and snort the powder through the straw.
One line. Then the other.
I squeeze my eyes shut until the burn in my nostrils fades to a steady chemical drip at the back of my throat, and the surge of heat spreads through my frozen body like liquid sunshine.
A siren screams; blue and red stars light up the night. Bodies flood out of Alex’s house like it’s on fire.
I shut my eyes and lean back against my seat.
The noise from the house fades. My body melts like crayons in the sun, colors merging in a puddle of rainbow wax. And I…
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