By Jodi Picoult
From number one New York instances bestselling authors Jodi Picoult and Samantha van Leer, OFF THE web page is a young and attractive YA novel jam-packed with romance, humor, and adventure.
Delilah and Oliver shouldn’t be jointly. yet they are jointly. And simply as they’re being used to the prospect that fortunately ever after may perhaps relatively, really be theirs, the universe sends them a message they can’t forget about: they won’t be allowed to rewrite their story.
Delilah and Oliver needs to make a decision how a lot they’re keen to danger for romance and what it takes to have a cheerful finishing in a global the place the best adventures occur off the page.
“Off the Page is simply so candy and magical. In highschool, i'd have given whatever to move slowly inside of one among my favourite books to flee the true global. I wish!”—SARAH DESSEN, number 1 New York Times bestselling writer of Saint Anything
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Come on,” I say, taking my mom’s hand. “There’s much to work out. ” i will be able to inform she nonetheless thinks she’s going to get up at any second. i will be able to inform she doesn’t belief what’s in entrance of her eyes. perhaps it’s simply going to take time. At that concept, I can’t support yet grin. simply because the following, that’s precisely what we've got. The citadel is simply the way in which I bring it to mind: remarkable, grand, ornate. I watch my mom stroll into the good corridor, gazing the vaulted ceilings and complex tapestries, sometimes attaining out to the touch a marble statue or sword fastened at the wall. I take her into one of many towers, to Queen Maureen’s chamber, and open the double doorways, revealing a around room with a excessive carved cover mattress, a big fire, and a big armoire containing the best silk and satin robes, embroidered with golden thread. “So? ” I ask shyly. “Do you're keen on it? ” “It’s lovely,” my mom says. “I can’t wait to inform you all approximately it while I get up. ” I sigh. “You’re no longer dreaming, mother. You’re right here. We’re the following. For sturdy. ” The clock at the mantel chimes. it really is made up of bone china and gold, coated in rubies and emeralds and sapphires. My mother’s eyes fly to its face, and she or he starts to arrive into the pocket of the scrubs she continues to be donning. “I need to take my medication,” she says, yet in fact, the drugs aren’t there. They’ve already disappeared within the transition. My mom pats down the entire wallet. “They should have fallen out on that beach,” she says. “We need to return. ” “No we don’t. You don’t desire these drugs the following. You don’t want them anymore in any respect. ” “Edgar, you might want to settle for the truth that I’m ill. It’s now not what you will have, and it’s no longer what i need, yet it’s what we need to take care of. And it’s going to be much more uncomplicated to deal with if I don’t maintain having seizures. ” annoyed, wanting to end up to her that she’s going to be healed the following, I seize the clock from the mantel and wreck it as tough as i will opposed to the stone wall. It shatters into 1000's of items: gears and is derived and gemstones scatter around the parquet flooring. “What have you ever performed? ” my mom cries. She instantly falls to her knees, attempting to assemble the items, yet they start to tremble in her palms. They come out of her palm, quivering, gears discovering one another and notching into position, golden joints fusing jointly, until eventually the clock—whole and restored—rests at the flooring in entrance of her. I decide it up and set it lightly at the mantel. “This is what I’m attempting to inform you,” I say. “You can’t be damaged right here. The publication will repair you. ” My mom stands and, with a shaking hand, reaches towards the clock to the touch it. “Of course,” she murmurs. “I comprehend. ” “You…you do? ” “You by no means die on your goals. ” I shut my eyes. it doesn't matter what I do to persuade my mom of the book’s magic—whether that’s slicing myself with a sword and letting the wound heal, or leaping off a cliff and touchdown competently on my feet—she’s going to imagine it is a dream, and it might probably in addition be. finally, this complete tale got here from her mind's eye. all at once I detect precisely the place i need to take her.