Girl in Pieces

Fans of Girl, Interrupted, Thirteen Reasons Why, and All the Bright Places will love this New York Times bestseller.” A haunting, beautiful, and necessary book that will stay with you long after you’ve read the last page.” Nicola Yoon , #1 New York Times bestselling author of Everything, Everything and The Sun Is Also a Star

Charlotte Davis is in pieces. At seventeen shes already lost more than most people do in a lifetime. But shes learned how to forget. The broken glass washes away the sorrow until there is nothing but calm. You dont have to think about your father and the river. Your best friend, who is gone forever. Or your mother, who has nothing left to give you.

Every new scar hardens Charlies heart just a little more, yet it still hurts so much. It hurts enough to not care anymore, which is sometimes what has to happen before you can find your way back from the edge.

A deeply moving portrait of a girl in a world that owes her nothing, and has taken so much, and the journey she undergoes to put herself back together. Kathleen Glasgow’s debut is heartbreakingly real and unflinchingly honest. Its a story you wont be able to look away from. Girl, Interrupted meets Speak . Refinery29

A dark yet powerful read. Paste Magazine

One of the most affecting novels we have read. Goop

Breathtaking and beautifully written. Bustle

Intimate and gritty. The Irish Times

And dont miss Kathleen Glasgow’s newest novel How to Make Friends with the Dark, which Karen M. McManus, the New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying, calls “rare and powerful.”

A New York Times Bestseller
An Amelia Bloomer Project Award Selection
A New York Public Library Best Book for Teens

Girl, Interrupted meets Speak. Refinery29

A dark yet powerful read. Paste Magazine

One of the most affecting novels we have read.Goop.com

Breathtaking and beautifully written.Bustle

Intimate and gritty. The Irish Times ” A haunting, beautiful, and necessary book that will stay with you long after you’ve read the last page.” Nicola Yoon, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Everything, Everything

” Equal parts keen-eyed empathy, stark candor, and terrible beauty. This book is why we read stories: to experience what it’s to survive the unsurvivable; to find light in the darkest night.”-Jeff Zentner, author of The Serpent King

” Raw, visceral, and starkly beautiful, with writing that is at times transcendent in its brilliance. . . . An unforgettable story of trauma and resilience.”–Kerry Kletter, author of The First Time She Drowned

” A breathtakingly written book about pain and hard-won healing . . . I want every girl to read Girl In Pieces.”-Kara Thomas, author of The Darkest Corners and The Cheerleaders

AGirl, Interruptedfor a new generation.The story of the mad girl is ultimately a story about being a girl in a mad world, how it breaks us into pieces and how we glue ourselves back together.”Melissa Febos, author of Whip Smartand Abandon Me

Dark, frank, and tender, Girl in Pieces keeps the reader electrified for its entire journey. Youre so uncertain if Charlie will heal, so fully immerse d in hoping she does.Michelle Wildgen, author of Bread and Butter and Youre Not You

” Girl in Pieces has the breath of life; every character in it is fully alive. Charlie Davis’ complexities are drawn with great understanding and subtlety.“-Charles Baxter, author of National Book Award finalist The Feast of Love

“Charlie Davis has been damaged and abused after several years of living on the streets, but she is fiercely resilient. Though it will appeal to readers of Ellen Foster, Speak, and Girl, Interrupted, Girl in Pieces is an entirely original work, compulsively readable and deeply human.“-Julie Schumacher, author the New York Times bestseller Dear Committee Members “ In Glasgows riveting debut novel, readers are pulled close to Charlies raw, authentic emotions as she strains to make a jagged path through her new life. Love and trust prove difficult, and Charlies judgment is not well honed, but her will to survive is glorious.” Booklist, Starred review

“[Readers] will find themselves driven to see Charlies story through. They will better understand a world that often makes no sense to outsiders. Glasgows debut novel is a dark read, but the engaging writing will win an audience for [Glasgow].”- VOYA, Starred review

” Heartbreaking and thick with emotion,…[ Girl in Pieces is] for avid fans of Jennifer Nivens All the Bright Places or Susanna Kaysens Girl Interrupted.“- SLJ

Kathleen Glasgow is the New York Times bestselling author of Girl in Pieces and How to Make Friends with the Dark. She lives and writes in Tucson, Arizona. To learn more about Kathleen and her writing, visit her website, kathleenglasgowbooks.com, or follow @kathglasgow on Twitter and @misskathleenglasgow on Instagram.

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I can never win with this body I live in.
Belly, Star

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LIKE A BABY HARP SEAL, IM ALL WHITE. MY FOREARMS are thickly bandaged, heavy as clubs. My thighs are wrapped tightly, too; white gauze peeks out from the shorts Nurse Ava pulled from the lost and found box behind the nurses station.
Like an orphan, I came here with no clothes. Like an orphan, I was wrapped in a bedsheet and left on the lawn of Regions Hospital in the freezing sleet and snow, blood seeping through the flowered sheet.
The security guard who found me was bathed in menthol cigarettes and the flat stink of machine coffee. There was a curly forest of white hair inside his nostrils.
He said, Holy Mother of God, girl, whats been done to you
My mother didnt come to claim me.
But: I remember the stars that night. They were salt against the sky, someone spilled the shaker against very dark cloth.
That mattered to me, their accidental beauty. The last thing I thought I might see before I died on the cold, wet grass.

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THE GIRLS HERE, THEY TRY TO GET ME TO TALK. They want to know Whats your story, morning glory Tell me your tale, snail. I hear their stories every day in Group, at lunch, in Crafts, at breakfast, at dinner, on and on. These words that spill from them, black memories, they cant stop. Their stories are eating them alive, turning them inside out. They cannot stop talking.
I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them.

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I ROOM WITH LOUISA. LOUISA IS OLDER AND HER HAIR IS a red-and-gold noisy ocean down her back. Theres so much of it, she cant even keep it in with braids or buns or scrunchies. Her hair smells strawberries; she smlls better than any girl Ive ever known. I could breathe her in forever.
My first night here, when she lifted her blouse to change for bed, in the moment before that crazy hair fell over her body a protective cape, I saw them, all of them, and I sucked my breath in hard.
She said, Dont be scared, little one.
I wasnt scared. Id just never seen a girl with skin mine.

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EVERY MOMENT IS SPOKEN FOR. WE ARE UP AT SIX oclock. We are drinking lukewarm coffee or watered-down juice by six forty-five. We have thirty minutes to scrape cream cheese on cardboardy bagels, or shove pale eggs in our mouths, or swallow lumpy oatmeal. At seven fifteen we can shower in our rooms. There are no doors on our showers and I dont know what the bathroom mirrors are, but theyre not glass, and your face looks cloudy and lost when you brush your teeth or comb your hair. If you want to shave your legs, a nurse or an orderly has to be present, but no one wants that, and so our legs are hairy-boy legs. By eight-thirty were in Group and thats when the stories spill, and the tears spill, and some girls yell and some girls groan, but I just sit, sit, and that awful older girl, Blue, with the bad teeth, every day, she says, Will you talk today, Silent Sue Id to hear from Silent Sue today, wouldnt you, Casper
Casper tells her to knock it off. Casper tells us to breathe, to make accordions by spreading our arms way, way out, and then pushing in, in, in, and then pulling out, out, out, and dont we feel better when we just breathe Meds come after Group, then Quiet, then lunch, then Crafts, then Individual, which is when you sit with your doctor and cry some more, and then at five oclock theres dinner, which is more not-hot food, and more Blue: Do you macaroni and cheese, Silent Sue When you getting those bandages off, Sue And then Entertainment.
After Entertainment, there is Phone Call, and more crying.
And then its nine p.m. and more meds and then its bed. The girls piss and hiss about the schedule, the food, Group, the meds, everything, but I dont care. Theres food, and a bed, and its warm, and I am inside, and I am safe.
My name is not Sue.
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JEN S. IS A NICKER: SHORT, TWIGLIKE SCARS RUN UP AND down her arms and legs. She wears shiny athletic shorts; shes taller than anyone, except Doc Dooley. She dribbles an invisible basketball up and down the beige hallway. She shoots at an invisible hoop. Francie is a human pincushion. She pokes her skin with knitting needles, sticks, pins, whatever she can find. She has angry eyes and she spits on the floor. Sasha is a fat girl full of water: she cries in Group, she cries at meals, she cries in her room. Shell never be drained. Shes a plain cutter: faint red lines crosshatch her arms. She doesnt go deep. Isis is a burner. Scabby, circular mounds dot her arms. There was something in Group about rope and boy cousins and a basement but I shut myself off for that; I turned up my inside music. Blue is a fancy bird with her pain; she has a little bit of everything: bad daddy, meth teeth, cigarette burns, razor slashes. Linda/Katie/Cuddles wears grandma housedresses. Her slippers are stinky. There are too many of her to keep track of; her scars are all on the inside, along with her people. I dont know why shes with us, but she is. She smears mashed potato on her face at dinner. Sometimes she vomits for no reason. Even when she is completely still, you know there is a lot happening inside her body, and that its not good.
I knew people her on the outside; I stay away from her.