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The Perfect Silence Of The Stars

Feb 2 2021

Life is full of regular teens going about their pretty dull, normal lives. Except Imogen is not one of them.

Recently diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, her hallucinations are so vivid that she's armed herself with a take-no-shit attitude and her Polaroid camera-or any device that can snap reality back into place.

She's a girl on a mission to stay sane enough to make it into college. But that plan backfires the second she meets him.

Chase-a fiercely alluring and mysterious boy-standing in front of her at the rooftop of her high school on Prom night seems too good to be true. They talk. She hates it. Why? Because now she desperately wants their connection to be real.

Hiding her illness to be the normal girl he thinks she is will be the beginning of everything. Before she knows it, they are wandering in search of what makes them feel alive while she battles her demons for a love so strong to hush them for good.

 Witty, thought-provoking, and ultimately moving, this story will have you reading chapter after chapter trying to figure out what is real and what is not. Who said we can't fall in love with what we can't prove we made up?

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Opening paragraph:

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People take reality for granted. That's a fact. They go about their lives in total sync with it. Like perfect puzzle pieces, what they see clicks with what they think they see.

 

Not me, though. Not even a little. Not even at all.

 

I don't know a lot of things. I don't know why this happened to me. What wrongdoings I'm paying for or who am I paying it to. I don't know why neon butterflies roam my garden at exactly five every afternoon, or why the eldest oak tree in the backyard can spread its branches like eagle wings and lift centimetres off the ground on stormy evenings.

 

I don't know how long I hold my breath until my camera snaps a real capture of what's going on around me. Glitzy butterflies are not a thing nature is interested in having. The ones that were right in front of my face yesterday, sniffing pollen from Mom's most fragrant jasmines, were but a figment of my imagination.

 

Not real. Not real. Not real

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