When Riley finds her grandmother dead, she knows her world is about to collapse. Determined to find the father she knows only by an address, Riley and Mia take off on a journey with so many twists and turns Riley begins to doubt they'll ever find a real home. She ignores the question that keeps popping into her mind-if they do find her father, will he even want them? Or will he send them away?
Join Riley and Mia on this middle grade, action packed adventure.
Jacci lives with her husband in Nevada's high desert. They spend their mornings hiking through the sagebrush with their big yellow dog, Rocky.
Jacci loves chocolate, babies, and coffee with friends. She's worn many hats in her lifetime: therapist, school counselor, campus minister, and mom. Her favorite hats are her writer and grandmother hats, which come in wild colors and don't fit too tightly.
Jacci has written Bending Willow,about Riley and Mia, in search of a father who doesn't know they exist. It is the first book in The Finding Home Series. Bending Willow has been on Amazon's top 100 Middle Grade Action/Adventure list since it came out and represented Nevada at the National Book Festival in Washington D.C. In addition to sharing her stories about Riley and Mia, Jacci is the author of the Amazon best-selling young adult series, The Finding Home Series.
Jacci has an active blog and has written articles for Middle Shelf Magazine and Conversations Journal. She loves connecting with readers so give her a buzz on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Google+, Linkedin, Tumblr, or Instagram.
I don't know why I'm so thrilled with this first line but I am. It sums up Riley's grandma's whole life and starts the girl's adventure off right away. I also love describing the girls home through images like "rasp of Grandma's portable oxygen tank," and "tink, tink, tink as she stirred her instant coffee," and "hacking cough."
The setting is so bleak it makes you want the girls to get out as soon as possible.
Which they do.
Riley knew Grandma was dead because she was smiling. Grandma never smiled when she was alive. Riley had awakened that morning not from the usual noises that woke her each morning, but from the lack of them. There was no hacking cough and no deep inhale from Grandma’s first morning cigarette. There was no rasp of Grandma’s portable oxygen tank. No tink, tink, tink as she stirred her instant coffee into the thermos getting ready to catch her six a.m. bus for work.