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My normally quiet nature seemed to take a backseat when it came to this guy. He made me angry, flustered, and… something else I couldn’t put my finger on.

Annoyed maybe?

No, that wasn’t it.

“What is your problem?” I blurted out, chasing behind him.

“My problem?” he asked, spinning around to face me.

Suddenly, he was too close. I could feel his breath on my face, his presence looming over me.

I took a step back.

He seemed to notice the unease settle around me, and a bit of the edge he carried chipped away.

His next words were said with a slightly softer quality. “Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but if the store doesn’t do well, it’s on me. My dad thinks it’s a waste of time.”

“And you don’t?”

I didn’t know what a rich, popular kid wanted with an old bookstore, but I kept my mouth shut.

He shrugged. “We have nothing in this crummy town, not even a movie theater. Last month, I wanted to see the new Marvel movie, and my friends and I had to drive thirty minutes away just to see it.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of Netflix?” I asked.

“It’s not the same as seeing it on the big screen.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I replied.

“What?” He grinned. “You’ve never been to a movie?”

The way he said it was meant as a joke, but all laughter died when I shook my head.

“Seriously?”

“I mean, I’ve watched several on TV but never at a theater,” I answered, not able to meet his stare.

“I thought you were from the city.”

My eyes flew up to his.

“Oh, so you really did think you were invisible. That doesn’t work around here, Mittens.”

My brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what he meant until he pointed to my gloves.

Mittens.

Cute.

“My name is Willow,” I corrected.

Sam just kept smiling.

“Word of advice, Mittens. The less you try to be invisible, the less interested people will be.”

I let out a heavy sigh, snatching the remainder of the books from the counter.

As he’d reminded me earlier, I wasn’t being paid to mess around.

And I sure as hell didn’t need life lessons from an over privileged daddy’s boy.

I hated this place.

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Title: The Tattered Gloves
Author: J.L. Berg






Goodness. I never would have thought that I'd be abelt to get through this novel. This is J.L. Berg's first young adult novel and quite frankly, I never would have thought she's never written in this genre before (let me remind readers that she usually writes contemporary romance). The Tattered Gloves follows a young girl who lost both parents in different ways when she's sent to live with her aunt - her mother's twin sister. Willow hides from the world, trying to deal with her grief in the only way she knows how - by building walls around her in the hopes of being able to keep others away. With her walls, she wears an old pair of gloves, refusing to remove them no matter what but as she settles with her aunt, Willow realizes that aunt Addy isn't willing to let her niece cut herself off. And so, armed with her gloves, her aunt and two new friends, Willow hopes to be able to chip away at the walls that have been solidly built for so long.





The Tattered Gloves is the book that will leave you breathless and an emotional wreck as you follow this one girl who is trying to come to terms with her own loss. It pulled at my heart, putting to paper the grief and pain at the consequences of losing your loved ones. It's beautifully written and done in such a way that makes you appreciate the beauty of life and how love and friendship will rally together to support you when you're at your lowest.





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USA Today Bestselling Author J.L. Berg's first YA title, THE TATTERED GLOVES, is available now! We love Willow's story so much. Find out more about THE TATTERED GLOVES below!

 

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My normally quiet nature seemed to take a backseat when it came to this guy. He made me angry, flustered, and… something else I couldn’t put my finger on. Annoyed maybe?  No, that wasn’t it.  “What is your problem?” I blurted out, chasing behind him. “My problem?” he asked, spinning around to face me. Suddenly, he was too close. I could feel his breath on my face, his presence looming over me. I took a step back. He seemed to notice the unease settle around me, and a bit of the edge he carried chipped away. His next words were said with a slightly softer quality. “Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but if the store doesn’t do well, it’s on me. My dad thinks it’s a waste of time.” “And you don’t?” I didn’t know what a rich, popular kid wanted with an old bookstore, but I kept my mouth shut. He shrugged. “We have nothing in this crummy town, not even a movie theater. Last month, I wanted to see the new Marvel movie, and my friends and I had to drive thirty minutes away just to see it.” “Haven’t you ever heard of Netflix?” I asked. “It’s not the same as seeing it on the big screen.” “I wouldn’t know,” I replied. “What?” He grinned. “You’ve never been to a movie?” The way he said it was meant as a joke, but all laughter died when I shook my head. “Seriously?” “I mean, I’ve watched several on TV but never at a theater,” I answered, not able to meet his stare. “I thought you were from the city.” My eyes flew up to his. “Oh, so you really did think you were invisible. That doesn’t work around here, Mittens.” My brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what he meant until he pointed to my gloves. Mittens.  Cute.  “My name is Willow,” I corrected. Sam just kept smiling. “Word of advice, Mittens. The less you try to be invisible, the less interested people will be.” I let out a heavy sigh, snatching the remainder of the books from the counter. As he’d reminded me earlier, I wasn’t being paid to mess around. And I sure as hell didn’t need life lessons from an over privileged daddy’s boy. I hated this place.  

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Title: The Tattered Gloves
Author: J.L. Berg






Goodness. I never would have thought that I'd be able to get through this novel. This is J.L. Berg's first young adult novel and quite frankly, I never would have thought she's never written in this genre before (let me remind readers that she usually writes contemporary romance). The Tattered Gloves follows a young girl who lost both parents in different ways when she's sent to live with her aunt - her mother's twin sister. Willow hides from the world, trying to deal with her grief in the only way she knows how - by building walls around her in the hopes of being able to keep others away. With her walls, she wears an old pair of gloves, refusing to remove them no matter what but as she settles with her aunt, Willow realizes that aunt Addy isn't willing to let her niece cut herself off. And so, armed with her gloves, her aunt and two new friends, Willow hopes to be able to chip away at the walls that have been solidly built for so long.





The Tattered Gloves is the book that will leave you breathless and an emotional wreck as you follow this one girl who is trying to come to terms with her own loss. It pulled at my heart, putting to paper the grief and pain at the consequences of losing your loved ones. It's beautifully written and done in such a way that makes you appreciate the beauty of life and how love and friendship will rally together to support you when you're at your lowest.



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Head down. Don’t look up.  Never make eye contact. These were the rules I’d learned to live by while growing up in a house where men frequented but did not stay. When I was very little, I’d always assumed my mother had a lot of friends. Big, strong, manly friends who protected us since I didn’t have a daddy. How naive I had been. The men who had visited only wanted one thing, and my mother was happy to give it — for a price. She’d never made any desperate attempts to shadow this particular part of her life or protect me from it. The most I’d gotten was a flippant warning when I started showing signs of puberty. “Willow, you might want to keep out of sight more now,” she’d said. Thanks, Mom. And then, when I’d garnered more than a glance or two, she’d say, “Stay in your room at night. Don’t come out.” But, even with all the rules and warnings, I couldn’t keep them all away. I couldn’t keep him away. He’d managed to snuff out every bit of me in a matter of minutes. Whatever remnants of innocence I’d had from my childhood was gone like a puff of smoke. But, in our darkest hours, sometimes, even the weak could find the light. I did, and this… this was my story.

 

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