Julie Anne Peters
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Regan's brother Liam can't stand the person he is during the day. Like the moon from whom Liam has chosen his female namesake, his true self, Luna, only reveals herself at night. In the secrecy of his basement bedroom Liam transforms himself into the beautiful girl he longs to be, with help from his sister's clothes and makeup. Now, everything is about to change-Luna is preparing to emerge from her cocoon. But are Liam's family and friends ready to welcome Luna into their lives? Compelling and provocative, this is an unforgettable novel about a transgender teen's struggle for self-identity and acceptance.
“That’s original,” Shannon mutters behind her hand to her best-friend-of-the-week, Kylie. “Mmm hmm,” Aly hums. Shannon asks her, “Are you in love?” Aly shoots her a dark look. “I might be. Why? Are you?” Shannon blushes. “You can’t answer a question with a question. But since you asked, no. Are you?” “None of your business.” Aly lifts her hair and lets it fall. “No fair,” Shannon whines. “You have to answer. Regan, make her play the game.” Shannon doesn’t know Alyson. You don’t make
wouldn’t hear, “I baked brownies for you and hid them in the cupboard. A little study snack.” See? Perfect parents. As soon as they left, the baby pooped his diaper. Mirelle and Cody plugged their noses and split to opposite ends of the room. While I changed Tyler’s Pampers on the dining room rug, Cody drew his dinosaur with green Magic Marker at the table. “Do you want to be Bride Barbie or Working Woman Barbie?” Mirelle called from the living room. What a choice. “Bride,” I answered. Cody
wiped her nose. “I suppose he could’ve gotten it from the office.” What was she talking about? “Try out for what?” She blinked at me, eyelashes glommed with tears. “Baseball.” Oh God. “He forced me to go out there and pitch,” she said flatly. “And he sat in the bleachers the whole time, so I couldn’t leave.” Silently I cursed Dad. Not so silently. “Oh, Re,” Luna breathed audibly, holding my eyes. “I have to transition. I don’t care how much it costs. I have to transition now.” I dropped my
door handle. Slowly Liam turned his head. The look on his face—the sheer force of it—made me drop my hand and stumble backward. We’re down the street at the Walshes’ for our weekly backyard barbecue. No, it was more eventful than that. The memory jogged loose. A birthday. It was Liam’s ninth birthday party. The day was warm enough to have the party outdoors. We’re celebrating Liam’s and Alyson’s birthdays together. Alyson is Liam’s best friend—has been since kindergarten. Our parents and her
support. Azure goes, “I hope Mr. Rosen’s back today, because we need to get started ASAP.” I plug back in to her channel. I hate to tell her that my real fear about prom is that no matter what kind of event we put on, it won’t be my vision of perfection unless I can go with my dream date. “Who are you thinking of asking to prom?” I say to Azure as we pull into the parking lot. She gets out and hikes her backpack over her shoulder. She must not hear, so I repeat, “Who are you going to ask—”