Boldly Bookish Tour: THE POSSIBLE by Tara Altebrando Excerpt + GIVEAWAY


Hello and thank you for visiting us on our stop for the BOLDLY BOOKISH BLOG TOUR. We are so very excited to be a part of this tour because we moderated this tour last year and became big fans of the authors and their books. For this Blog Tour we are participating with some other amazing blogs and for our stop we are showcasing an excerpt of THE POSSIBLE by Tara Altebrando. We hope that you enjoy the this teaser and that you enter in the fantastic giveaway at the end of our post. Thank you for your time and good luck!!



THE POSSIBLE 
by Tara Altebrando

EXCERPT


She was producing a podcast, it turned out.
About Crystal.
Who had been in prison since I was four.
But she didn’t ask me about the murder, or about my mother’s persistent claims of innocence over the years, despite her plea agreement. No, this radio person—her name was Liana—wanted to talk about the first time Crystal had been famous, when she was fourteen.
She asked, “Do you have telekinetic powers?”
I snorted. “Do you?”
•       •       •
Let’s define ordinary.
Ordinary was late May, end of junior year.
Ordinary was driving around, newly license, with Aiden and Chiara in a town in Rockland County, New York, where the men had long commutes to the city that they complained about and the women mostly stayed home to raise the kids even after the kids were already raised.
Ordinary was softball and homework and test prep and violin lessons and yearbook committee and college visits and GPA freak-outs and everything-you-do-from-now-on-affects-where-you’ll-go-to-college and daydreaming about Bennett Laurie and waiting for life to become something real and not something that parents and teachers and admissions boards and coaches were in charge of.
I could finally drive a car—so yay—but I was not remotely in the driver’s seat in any other way. None of us were.
Ordinary was life with Christine and Robert Novell—my parents—who’d adopted my when I was four and helped me basically forget everything that had come before. Everything that had been, well, extraordinary.
Over time, my memories of Crystal and the murder of my younger brother, Jack, had faded like denim, taking on soft-white fuzzy edges. The Novells had liked it that ways, and I guess I had, too. But then a bunch of years ago, when I was around twelve and got a phone, I started Googling more and asking questions. So they told me everything.
Like how Crystal had first become famous as a teen because of a photo that supposedly proved she was the focal point of some kind of poltergeist activity or telekinetic power. How the story had been picked up by the AP and gone national. How she’d eventually been outed as a fake even though there were some people that still insisted it had all been real, that they’d seen some strange phenomena with their own eyes.
They told me how Crystal had had a sort of shit life after that, though not in those words. How it involved her getting knocked up by my father (again, not in those words) when she was twenty-one and then again (by Jack’s father, who was not my father) when she was twenty-three. A few years later, Jack ended up dead—blunt force trauma—and Crystal, while claiming innocence, had taken a plea deal to avoid the death penalty when things weren’t going her way during the trial.
She was sentenced to life in prison.
I reacted to all this the way I imagined most people would:
I shook my head in horrified disbelief.
I decided that my birth mother was either certifiably insane or somehow irreparably damaged by life in ways I probably didn’t want to know about.
I felt bad for her.
I felt bad for me, too—I’d had a brother and he was dead; and my father had never been in the picture at all—but mostly I felt grateful that the Novells had rescued me. I boxed up the rest and put it away.
Of course I also started staring at objects for hours on end—marbles, feathers, the Monopoly dog, the Operation funny bone—willing them to move. But nothing ever did, and after a while I outgrew such childish notions. Telekinesis was the stuff of movies and books and dreamers. It wasn’t even real, let along genetic or inheritable.
That was my story and I stuck to it.
•       •       •
“How did you find me?” I asked Liana, when she just stood there staring at me.
“You didn’t answer my question.” She put her hands on her hips.
“You first,” I said.
“I found you because I’m resourceful and I’d like to interview you for the podcast.” She looked at her watch as if she had better places to be. “Will your parents be home soon?”
Neither of them was due home for a few hours, no. So I told her I’d have them call her, and she left.
I stared at her card—her show was called The Possible—and my knee-jerk response was to call Chiara, who knew everything about me. Or, at least, everything else.
My parents had gently suggested, when I’d been twelve and asking all those questions, that I not tell anyone about my connection to Crystal, and I’d promised I wouldn’t and had stayed true to that promise.
It had seemed like a good secret to keep.
But now?
With a podcast in the works?


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