In The Hope Of Memories, Olivia Rivers -Book Blitz
In the Hope of Memories
Olivia Rivers
Publication date: March 21st 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
Hope Jackson has lived her short life to the fullest, but her four closest friends are dangling on the brink of disaster. Right before dying of a rare heart condition, Hope sets up a scavenger hunt across New York City using her graffiti art. The directions she leaves her friends are simple: Solve the clues hidden in her art, and theyâll solve the problems haunting their lives.
Two days after her heart fails, Hopeâs friends are thrown together:
Aiden, her best friend, whose plans to attend college have been scattered by his OCD.
Kali, her foster sister, whose last ties to sanity are as razor-thin as her anorexic waistline.
Erik, her high school crush, whose success as an athlete is based on a lie with no end in sight.
And Sam, her online pen-pal, whose perfect life exploded into chaos in the aftermath of a school bombing.
Together, the four teens take to the streets of New York to complete Hopeâs scavenger hunt and fulfill her dying wishes. But in order to unravel the clues hidden in Hopeâs graffiti, her friends will need to confront their personal demons head on.
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âWait!â I slam my hand against the door to stop it from clicking shut, wincing as the splintered wood digs into me. âIâm looking for Hope. Hope Jackson. She said sheâd be here.â
The dude shakes his head. âSheâs dead.â
My heart stutters a fast and hard beat, like it does right when I get tackled on the field. âNo. No, sheâs not. Sheâs the exact opposite of dead. Today is her eighteenth birthday. Her birthday party is about to start right now.â
Official Reason Number Infinity it Sucks to Be Going Blind: When you canât see right, you canât stop a fist from colliding with your face. The dudeâs knuckles crash into my jaw, and I yelp, more out of shock than pain. Iâm about to pound my own fist into the freak when he starts talking again, this time in a tone thatâs actually kind of pissed.
âSheâs dead, you jerk! You really think itâs funny to joke about that?â
âIâm not joking!â I rub at my jaw with the back of my clenched hand. Part of me is itching to mess up this guyâs face, but a larger part is starting to panic. âYouâre the one with the wrong info,â I say, silently praying Iâm right. âHope isnât dead.â
The dude stares down at his hand and slowly curls and uncurls his fingers, like he canât quite believe he just threw a punch. Then he whispers, âYouâre not messing with me?â
âNo! What kind of sick joke would that be? Like I said, Iâm just trying to find her birthday party. I got an invite from her, I swear. It said to come here.â
Apparently, this conversation isnât weird enough for him, so he has to add in some awkward silence. Fan-freaking-tastic. Just when Iâm starting to think heâs slipped into a coma, he says, âSorry I punched your face.â
I take a deep breath. âJust tell me where her birthday party is, okay?â
âI told you, there is no party. Hope is dead.â
âChrist, are you seriously going to make me explain this again? Sheâs not dead. Itâs her birthday today. As in the day when you celebrate a person being alive.â
âIt would have been her birthday,â the dude says, slipping back into his strange monotone. âBut now sheâs dead.â
The seriousness in his voice makes my gut twist, and for a moment, I wonder if maybe he hurt Hope. My hand edges toward my pocket, but just as Iâm considering grabbing my cell phone and dialing 9-1-1, I see a tear trickle down his cheek. It looks strange on his expressionless face, but another tear quickly follows, and then a third. He sniffs and turns away, wiping his right eye on the battered sleeve of his hoodie.
âWhat happened?â I ask, my voice a cracked whisper. All sorts of scenarios rush through my headâHopeâs plane crashing on vacation, a car accident, getting caught in a wrong-place-wrong-time shootingâŚ
âYou donât know?â the dude asks.
âNo. Was it in the news?â
The smallest beginning of a frown tugs at his lips. âOf course not. Why would the news report about a stroke victim?â
âStroke?â I repeat. âShe had a stroke? WhatâŚwhy? What triggered it? Sheâs a health freak.â
He blinks slowly and then says again, âYou donât know?â
Olivia Rivers is a hybrid author of Young Adult fiction. Her works include the independently published novels âFrost Fireâ and âIn the Hope of Memories,â along with the traditionally published novel âTone Deafâ (Skyhorse 2016.) As a certified geek, she enjoys experimenting with new publishing technologies, and her online serials have received over 1,000,000 hits on Wattpad.com. When Olivia isnât working as a writer, sheâs a typical teen attending college in Northern California. Olivia is represented by Laurie McLean of Fuse Literary, and nothing thrills her more than hearing from readers.
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