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GIVING VOICE TO THE VICTIMS OF 9/11

Posted September 11th, 2013 by Sonya and filed in Uncategorized

Voices

 

 

I am the one

who’d just fallen

in love.

 

I am the one

who was pregnant

with twins.

 

I am the one

who’d traveled from Kansas

to see the view from the top.

 

We are just some

of thousands more,

of thousands and thousands more.

 

I am the one

who’d just

gotten engaged.

 

I am the one

whose birthday

it was.

 

I am the one

who’d donated blood

only the day before.

 

We are just some

of thousands more,

of thousands and thousands more.

 

I am the one

who had such a bad cold

that I almost called in sick.

 

I am the one

who fought with my wife

before I came to work.

 

I am the one

who’d just found out

my cancer was in remission.

 

We are just some

of thousands more,

of thousands and thousands more.

 

I am the one

who would have met

the man of my dreams tomorrow.

 

I am the one

who would have been

Bar Mitzvahed on Saturday night.

 

I am the one

who would have discovered

a simple cure for Aids.

 

We are just some

of thousands more,

of thousands and thousands more.

 

I am the one

who looked up from my desk

and first saw the plane bearing down.

 

I am the one

whose heart gave out

just before it struck.

 

I am the one

who thought of my dog

waiting for me to come home.

 

I am the one

who held my daughter close to me

and prayed.

 

I am the one

who phoned my son

and didn’t know what to say.

 

I am the one

who reached out in the dark

to find a hand to hold.

 

We are just some

of thousands more,

of thousands and thousands more.

 

We are the ones

who were blown

through the glass.

 

We are the ones

who were

buried alive.

 

We are the ones

who did not die fast,

the ones who felt the fire.

 

We are just some

of thousands more,

of thousands and thousands more.

 

We are the ones

who rushed in

to help.

 

We are the ones

who were on

those planes.

 

We are the ones

who can’t

rest in peace.

 

Dead

or

alive.

 

We are

the ones

who loved them.

 

We are

the ones

that they loved.

 

We are just some

of millions more,

of millions and millions more.

 

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THANK YOU, BOOKLIST!

Posted September 9th, 2013 by Sonya and filed in Uncategorized

Sones’ latest novel in verse is a stealthy tutorial on deception and gullibility. Fifteen-year-old Colette, who first appeared in Sones’ One of Those Hideous Books Where the Mother Dies (2004), has a penchant for lying. When she and her adoring little brother, Will, reluctantly join their actress mother on location in small San Luis Obispo, California, she is expecting a boring summer. Enter Connor, who shows up riding alongside Colette’s mother’s limo on his motorcycle. Could Colette’s lost summer be salvaged after all?

Readers will be easily drawn in as Sones convincingly relates story after story before revealing that many events were skillfully fabricated by Colette. The well-crafted verse speeds along fluidly, moving readers nimbly through the courtship and the romance, until, yes, they are fooled again… essential life lessons about vulnerability, honesty, and self-discovery.—Gail Bush

 

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WHY I FEEL READY TO GO ON TOUR!

Posted September 6th, 2013 by Sonya and filed in Uncategorized

A LOVELY REVIEW FROM TEEN READS!

Posted September 5th, 2013 by Sonya and filed in Uncategorized

Sonya Sones’ latest young adult novel, To Be Perfectly Honest (A Novel Based on an Untrue Story), serves up an entertaining tale of romance and deception. Sones’ protagonist, 15-year-old Colette, is addicted to lying — not because she’s starved for the attention that’s always turned toward her movie-star mother, but because she genuinely likes doing it. Her friends have an ongoing joke: “How can you tell when Colette is lying?” “Her mouth is open.”

When her mother begins working on a new film, Colette and her younger brother, Will, are forced to spend their summer vacation on the California coast instead of in Paris with her three best friends. Although angry and pessimistic at first, Colette soon falls in love with the local bad boy, Connor…

Sones has perfected the art of the verse novel. Although I have never been a huge fan of verse novels, Sones writes with such an intriguing and effortless style that I flew through 50 pages without even realizing it. Initially, I was skeptical whether I would enjoy a novel centered on a completely unreliable narrator, but my skepticism was immediately overridden by my fascination with the alternate realities Colette depicted.”—Heather Sieve

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A POEM IN THREE TWEETS

Posted September 3rd, 2013 by Sonya and filed in Uncategorized

Some days
twitter’s an icy incrowd,
+ I’m a sad girl hovering around its edges,
wishing someone, anyone,
would retweet me.

Some days
twitter’s a train chugging past
+ I’m a wild-eyed hobo
waiting for my chance to leap onto it,
stow my unmentioned bones away.

But some days
twitter’s a throbbing wild party,
+ I’m the one dancing on the table
with a lampshade on my head,
everyone favoriting ME.

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