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For the past five years, Hayley Kincaid and her father, Andy, have been on the road, never staying long in one place as he struggles to escape the demons that have tortured him since his return from Iraq. Now they are back in the town where he grew up so Hayley can attend school. Perhaps, for the first time, Hayley can have a normal life, put aside her own painful memories, even have a relationship with Finn, the hot guy who obviously likes her but is hiding secrets of his own. Will being back home help Andy’s PTSD, or will his terrible memories drag him to the edge of hell, and drugs push him over? The Impossible Knife of Memory is Laurie Halse Anderson at her finest: compelling, surprising, and impossible to put down.

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PRAISE FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE KNIFE OF MEMORY:

- New York Times bestseller
- 2014 National Book Award longlist
- A Publishers Weekly Best Young Adult Book of 2014
- A School Library Journal Best Young Adult Book of 2014

"Anderson''s novels . . . speak for the still-silent among us, and force all of us to acknowledge the real and painful truths that are too dangerous to ignore." — New York Times

“The Impossible Knife of Memory isn’t always an easy read-Anderson’s gritty, authentic look at PTSD is by turns painful and heartbreaking-but it’s an important one." — Entertainment Weekly

“Andy comes home from the war in Iraq honored for his service, and haunted by it.  The war still goes on inside of him and threatens to make Hayley another causality. Laurie Halse Anderson is one of the best known writers of literature for young adults and children in the world. ” —Scott Simon, NPR Weekend Edition

“Laurie Halse Anderson has been lauded and awarded for her ability to channel the teenage mind (and heart) dealing with tough issues. In The Impossible Knife of Memory, she takes on PTSD through the story of a girl coping with her troubled veteran dad.” —Family Circle

" At turns heartbreaking, at turns funny, the narrative in this book is so spot on I wanted to give Hayley my phone number so she would have a friend in times of crisis.  Seriously does ANYONE write troubled teen characters with the realism, grace, and soul of Laurie Halse Anderson?" Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of The Storyteller and Between the Lines
 
“Laurie Halse Anderson serves the families of veterans with the same honor, dignity, and respect that the veterans, who serve us, deserve. With her trademark hope, humor, and heart-breaking realism, Laurie Halse Anderson has given us a roadmap to heal. She is a treasure.” Stephen Chobsky, New York Times bestselling author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

* "As in Speak, Anderson provides a riveting study of a psychologically scarred teenager . . . absorbing" — Publishers Weekly, starred review

* " Compelling, powerful, and timely . . . This is challenging material, but in Anderson''s skilled hands, readers will find a light shining on the shadowy reality of living with someone who has lived through war" — Booklist, starred review

* "The book offers an eloquent portrait of the effects of both war and family legacies, and many readers will find reflections of their own struggle to keep family connections while obtaining their independence.” — BCCB, starred review

* "With powerful themes of loyalty and forgiveness, this tightly woven story is a forthright examination of the realities of war and its aftermath on soldiers and their families. One of Anderson’s strongest and most relevant works to date.” — School Library Journal, starred review

* "It is Anderson at her absolute best, providing significant and touching realistic fiction." — VOYA, starred review

* "A serious subject is balanced by humorous cultural commentary, making this an intelligent, thought-provoking, and entertaining read." — LMC, starred review

TWISTED: A New York Times Bestseller, An ALA BBYA title (2008), An ALA Quick Pick title (2008), A NYPL Book for the Teen Age (2008), A CCBC Choices title (2008), An IRA Top Ten (2008); PROM: A New York Times Bestseller, A VOYA Top Shelf Fiction for Middle School Readers title (2005), An IRA Young Adults’ Choice (2005), A Junior Library Guild Selection, Booksense Top Ten Pick (2005), Tayshas Reading List (2006-07), ELLEgirl Dare to Read book club pick Nominee, SC Assoc of School Librarians YA Book Award (2007-08); CATALYST: An ALA Top Ten BBYA title, A NYPL Book for the Teen Age (2002), A Borders Original Voices finalist for YA lit. (2002); SPEAK: A 2000 Printz Honor Book, A 1999 National Book Award Finalist, A New York Times Bestseller, An Edgar Allan Poe Award Finalist for YA, A 1999 Los Angeles Times Book Prize Finalist, Winner of the Golden Kite Award, An ALA Top Ten BBYA, An ALA Quick Pick, A PW Best Book of the Year, A Booklist Top Ten First Novel, 1999, A BCCB Blue Ribbon Book, A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year, A Horn Book Fanfare Title, A Publishers Weekly Best Seller, A Junior Library Guild Selection, A NYPL Book for the Teen Age, An IRA Young Adult Choice; WINTERGIRLS: 2010 YALSA Teens’ Top Ten list; 2009 Booklist Editor’s Choice; Pennsylvania School Library Association’s Young Adult Top Forty (Pennsylvania) – top ten; Kirkus best books of 2009 list; Chicago Tribune’s list of Top Ten Most Influential Books of the Decade; Chicago Public Library’s Best Books of 2009 List; 2010 Quick Picks; 2010 BBYA; 2010 Amelia Bloomer Project; 2010 Capitol Choices Noteworthy Books for Children; 2010 Cooperative Children’s Book Center Choices; ABA Indie Choice Award finalist; New York Public Library’s 2010 Stuff for the Teen Age list; Included in the 2010 Kansas State Reading Circle Catalog; THE IMPOSSIBLE KNIFE OF MEMORY: A New York Times Bestseller, 2014 National Book Award Finalist
 

About the Author

Laurie Halse Anderson has received both the Margaret Edwards Award and the ALAN Award for her contributions to young adult literature. She has also been honored by the National Coalition Against Censorship in recognition of her fight to combat the censoring of literature. She is the author of the groundbreaking National Book Award finalist and Printz Honor Book Speak. She is also author of the critically acclaimed YA books Prom, Twitsted, Catalyst, Wintergirls, and The Impossible Knife of Memory. She has also authored a number of middle grade titles including The Vet Volunteers series, and the historical fiction Seeds of America Trilogy, which includes Forge, ALA Best Book for Young Adults  Fever 1793, and the National Book Award finalist and Scott O’Dell Award-winner Chains. She and her husband live in northern New York State. Follow Laurie on Twitter @halseanderson and visit her at madwomanintheforest.com.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***

Copyright © 2014  by  Laurie Halse Anderson

 


-28-

 

The crowd in the stadium roared so loudly I couldn’t hear what the mom manning the ticket booth said.

“Why?” I asked again.

She glared and waited a beat for the noise to die down. “Everybody pays to get into the game. No exceptions.”

“But I’m the press,” I whined. “On assignment.”

“Students get a dollar discount.” She put her hand out. “Four dollars or don’t go in.”

I paid her. Finn now owed me nineteen bucks.

The bleachers were a wall of people dressed in Belmont yellow. For one second, it felt like they were all staring at me, that they all knew I came to the football game alone and didn’t know where to sit, but then a whistle blew and the football teams on the field behind me crashed into each other and the crowd cheered and jumped up and down. I was invisible to them.

I turned my back to the stands. On the other side of the field sat the enemy, the Richardson Ravens, dressed in black and silver. Beyond the goalposts at the far end of the field rose a gentle hill that was dotted with people sitting on blankets, little kids zooming around them, cheerfully ignoring the sad excuse for a football game.

The referee blew his whistle and the two lines of players crashed into each other again, grunting and shouting. I couldn’t see what happened to the ball, but the Richardson side of the field erupted in cheers.

I texted Gracie:

hey

After a long pause, she wrote back:

at movie ttyl?

I sent a simple smiley face, because my phone did not have a smiley face that was wrapping her hands around her own throat and beating her head against a wall.

The two teams ran to their huddles to plot out their next bit of brilliant strategy. They ended the huddle and ran back to line up, each face inches away from the scowling face of the enemy, feet pawing at the ground like impatient horses. The quarterback grunted, the lines crashed together, and they all fell down again. Everyone in Belmont yellow screamed and whistled.

Should I be writing this down? I looked up at the stands. Wouldn’t anyone who cared about this game be here? Why would they want to read about it? Answer: they wouldn’t. My earlier plan to get the stats and eavesdrop for quotes first period Monday was still viable and even more attractive than it had been on the bus. I just needed someplace to go that was not my house. It was only a quarter to eight. I could probably make it to the mall before nine.

what movie

I texted Gracie.

She didn’t answer, which meant she was with Topher, which meant any hope I had of crashing her Friday night plans had just evaporated. How lame would it be for me to go to Gracie’s house and ask her mom if she wanted to hang out? Mrs. Rappaport was a big fan of home makeover shows. Last time I was at her house, she’d been talking about redesigning her kitchen. Maybe we could watch a few episodes about countertops.

I shuddered. I’d be better off spending the evening chasing rats out of Dumpsters.

The clock clicked down the last few seconds to halftime, the refs blew their whistles, and people raced for the bathrooms and the food stand.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered as I pressed against the fence that separated the spectators from the field. As soon as the herd moved past, I followed, intending to head for the parking lot, unchain my bike, and ride. Not home, not for a few hours. Just ride in the dark and hope that Topher and Gracie would have a huge fight and she’d call in tears and ask me to spend the night and mention that they had a lot of ice cream in the freezer.

“Great game, huh?”

I turned around, ready to spew venom about parents who were happy to pay taxes for football coaches but would be good-God-damned if they were going to waste their money on librarians or gym teachers.

“I was certain we’d be down thirty points by now,” Finn said.

In his left hand, he was holding a flimsy cardboard box loaded with cheeseburgers, greasy fries, and two soda cups. In his right, he held a third cup that was filled with marigolds that looked like they’d been yanked out of somebody’s backyard.

“What’d you think of that first-down denial?” he asked. “Great way to end the half, right?”

“What happened to your date?” I asked.

“She’s here,” he said.

 “You brought your big date to this football game? You could have written the article yourself.”

“No, I couldn’t,” he said. “What girl wants to be ignored on a date? Hold this for me.”

He shoved the box that held the food and drink at me, pulled his buzzing phone out of his pocket, glanced at it, and typed a reply. Behind us, the marching band took their position on the field, drummers beating a solemn cadence.

“Okay.” Finn put his phone away. “Want to meet her?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I followed him through the crowd. “Is she a zombie?” I asked. “I bet she’s wearing Belmont yellow. Oh, God, Finn—is she a cheerleader?”

“Definitely not a zombie or a cheerleader or a zombie cheerleader. I’m just getting to know her. Actually, it’s sort of a blind date.”

“That’s gross,” I said. “Old people go on blind dates when they get divorced and don’t know what else to do. You’re only, what? Sixteen?”

“Almost eighteen,” he corrected.

“And you already need other people to fix you up?” I laughed.

“This way.” He took the box from me and headed for the exit.

“Did you lock her in your trunk?”

“I’m meeting her up on the hill. I thought it would be more romantic than cement bleachers.”

The marching band launched into “Louie, Louie,” saving him from hearing my answer.

 

-29-

 

I followed him past the giggling children rolling down the hills like sausages. Past their tired parents sitting on stained comforters with their arms around each other. Past people critiquing the performance of the band and the flag twirlers. We walked all the way to the top of the hill and into the shadows beyond the reach of the stadium lights.

“She dumped you,” I said.

“Not yet.” He put the box of food and soda at the edge of a plaid blanket.

“Maybe she had to pee,” I said. “What’s her name again?”

“Her name is Hayley.” He straightened up and handed me the cup of marigolds. “Hello, Miss Blue.”

 

-30-

 

“Me,” I said.

“You,” he confirmed.

The marching band started playing the theme from the latest Batman movie.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“I was afraid you’d say no.”

“What if I say no right now?”

“Do you want to?”

I watched the band move in and out of their formations. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“You could sit and eat while you’re thinking about it,” he suggested.

We sat on the blanket, the cheeseburgers, fries, and flowers a border between us, watching the little kids and the band until halftime was over. It was marginally less awkward when the game started again, if only because there was so much to mock. Finally, the ref blew his whistle and it was official. The Belmont Machinists had lost their sixth game of the season and I had no idea what would happen next. I didn’t know what I wanted to happen next. The stadium slowly emptied; the families on the hill gathered their kids and shepherded them toward the parking lot, and soon we were the only ones left.

“Okay, here’s the tricky part,” Finn said. “The security guard is going to walk by to see if anyone is up here partying. I’m pretty sure we’re far enough away that he won’t be able to see us, but we should lie down for ten minutes or so, to be safe.”

“That is the lamest attempt ever to get a girl on her back,” I said.

“I’m serious. Look.” Finn pointed to two security guards at the far end of the football field. “I’m not going to try anything. I swear. I’ll move over here so you’re comfortable.”

He scuttled about four yards away and lay on the grass. “How’s this?” he whispered loudly.

I lay down on the blanket carefully, keeping my head turned and my eyes open so I could watch him. “If you touch me, I’ll cram your nose into your brain with the heel of my hand.”

“Shh,” he said.

The lights in the stadium started to click off, one at a time, until darkness took over the field.

“A couple minutes more,” Finn whispered, his voice reassuringly far away.

The last of the cars pulled out of the parking lot, tires squealing. The chatter of the security guard’s radio moved along the hill below us like a stray breeze. As it faded, I sat up and watched his flashlight bob into the distance. A few minutes later, the guard reached his car and slowly drove away, tires crunching over the gravel.

“Close your eyes.” Finn’s voice startled me. “Count to twenty.”

“After I shove your nose into your brain, I will break your fingers and disable your kneecaps,” I warned.

“I’ll stay here,” he promised. “I’ll keep talking so you know I haven’t moved. Five. Six. Seven. Talking, talking, talking, okay? Eyes closed? You’re lying down? I’m still talking and I am looking for something to talk about but it’s tough because this is a bizarre situation. Fifteen. Sixteen. Somehow I failed to anticipate that your response to my well-thought-out date would be to threaten me with violence. I should have been prepared for that. The next time I’m in a meeting with MI5—”

“Can I open my eyes yet?” I asked.

“Twenty,” he replied. “Look straight up.”

The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said. “I had to pull a lot of strings to get the weather to cooperate, but it all worked out in the end. Can I sit on the blanket now?”

“Not yet.” I found the Big Dipper and Orion’s Belt with no problem, but didn’t know the names of anything else. Had there always been this many stars in the sky?

“I won’t try anything,” Finn continued. “Unless you want me to. Of course, if you wanted to try anything, I’d be a very willing participant. Do you want to try anything?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“Did I mention that the grass I’m lying on is soaked with dew?” he asked.

“I haven’t even decided if this is officially a date.”

“What would you call it?”

“An anti-date.”

“I brought you flowers.”

“I like them. It’s still an anti-date.” I paused. “But I don’t want you to blame me if you get sick. You can come back if you want.”

“You promise not to maim me?”

“I promise to give fair warning before I maim you.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Finn’s shape stood, walked over, and lay down two inches away from me. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He smelled of wet grass and sweat and soap. No body spray.

“Nights like this,” he said quietly, “I could look at the sky forever.”

I expected him to keep talking, to ramble on about the stars or his adventures as an astronaut or the time he was abducted by aliens (which I might have believed), but he just lay there, staring at the corner of the Milky Way that was smeared right above us. The layers of noise—cars on the road, distant airplanes, the farewells of crickets, the flutter of bat wings—all faded until I could hear only the sound of my heart beating in my ears, and the slow, steady rhythm of Finn’s breath.

Somehow my hand found its way to his. Our fingers entwined. He squeezed once and sighed.

I grinned, grateful for the dark.

We left about an hour later so that Finn could drive me home and get back to his house before curfew. Neither one of us had much to say. We didn’t talk in the car, either, but that was easier because he turned on the radio. It felt like the time under the stars had delivered us to a new country that we didn’t have the language for yet, but I didn’t know what it felt like for him because I didn’t have the guts to ask.

I finally spoke up just before he turned into my driveway.

“No,” I said. “Pull up by those bushes.”

“You’re having a party without me?” he asked.

“An army buddy of my dad’s is here with a bunch of guys on leave. They’re headed up to the Adirondacks tomorrow.”

I unbuckled my seat belt and opened my door the instant he shut the engine off because I didn’t know what I wanted to happen in the front seat. Well, I kind of knew, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure, and it seemed like the safest course of action was to get my bike out of the backseat as soon as possible. The handlebars got caught on the coat hook above the back door, but Finn reached in and unhooked them.

“Thanks.” I leaned on the handlebars. “That was a . . . I had a good time.”

He leaned against his car. “Can we call it a date yet?”

“No.”

“Can we call it a pretty good anti-date?”

I chuckled. “Yeah.”

He tossed his keys up and down. “I would like to point out, for the record, that my pants remained zipped and my belt buckled for the entire evening.”

“Smart move on your part.” I hesitated, because I wanted to kiss him and I was pretty sure he wanted to kiss me, too, but the bike was in front of me, and Finn was several steps away and then two soldiers came around the side of the house and started rummaging in the back of one of the trucks.

“I better go,” I said.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. “I mean, with all those guys around and everything?”

“You’re the one who should be worried. You just took out the captain’s daughter without his permission.”

 

-31-

 

Dad was sitting by the bonfire in the backyard with Roy and a bunch of the others. The conversation died when I stepped into the circle of light.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said. “Just wanted to tell you I’m home.”

“How was the game?” Roy asked.

“We lost,” I said. “But the stars were nice.”

“Sleep tight, princess.” Dad’s face was half in shadow, angular and old-looking. I wanted to sit on the ground next to him and lean against his knee and have him smooth my hair back and tell me that everything was going to be all right, but the awful thing was, I wasn’t sure it could be. He was sober, still drinking soda, surrounded by guys who understood everything he’d been through, but his good mood of the afternoon had vanished. He looked lost again, haunted.

One of the younger soldiers got up and offered me a chair, but I muttered a quick g’night, and hurried inside.

Michael was parked in front of the television gaming with a couple of the privates, dribbling chew-stained spit into a paper cup. I went straight to my room without saying a word. Didn’t bother with a shower or brushing my teeth. I locked my bedroom door, changed into my pj’s, and crawled into bed with a book and my phone.

Finn texted just as I got comfortable:

am home

you ok?

yep

I texted back.

I waited, staring at the screen. Should I say anything else? Were we supposed to text all night long?

ttyt?

he asked.

sure

I hesitated, then held my breath and typed quickly:

flowers were sweet

stars spectacular

thx

He didn’t reply and he didn’t reply and he didn’t reply. I smacked myself in the forehead. “Anti-date,” what was that supposed to mean? He thinks I’m a nutcase now, a total crazy cakes, I said I was going to shove his nose into his brain, who says crap like that? and then my phone lit up again.

nxt to you

i didnt notice any stars

night

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Laurel Klein
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Gobsmacked by LHA
Reviewed in the United States on March 16, 2016
What impressed me most about this book: *LHA is a master of character. All her characters--primary and secondary--are vibrant and fully-fleshed-out. They are flawed and fierce and memorable. I especially loved Hayley''s voice and observations, as well as how Finn... See more
What impressed me most about this book:

*LHA is a master of character. All her characters--primary and secondary--are vibrant and fully-fleshed-out. They are flawed and fierce and memorable. I especially loved Hayley''s voice and observations, as well as how Finn was a spot-on representation of a teenage boy who was well on the path to being a feminist man/decent human (without a hint of preachiness from LHA). As a teen in real life, Hayley probably would have terrified me. As a protagonist, I was 1000% in her corner. And I loved the development of the dynamic between Hayley, her dad, and her dad''s ex as the family spiraled toward crisis. It was authentic and painful and still full of hope--like the entire novel.

*LHA deftly captures a very real contemporary experience on both the small and large scale of this book. Whether it''s passing mentions of fracking, rape culture, genocide (contemporary and historic), or the larger issue of teens growing up with parents who served overseas and are suffering from PTSD, the novel is steeped in now and the social awareness many teens have.

*The novel is excellently paced. Like dominoes or a chain of firecrackers, one thing leads to another and another, pulling you through the book.

Just read it. It''s phenomenal. :)
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Kenneth C. Mahieu
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Does "Age Group 12 and up" really include 70? Yes, absolutely!
Reviewed in the United States on November 30, 2014
"The Impossible Knife of Memory" (IKM) is very good, a 4.5 star rating. Hayley is a high school senior, somewhere in the Albany, NY area. She has been "home" schooled by her Dad, a haunted war vet suffering from worsening PTSD for several years. The quote... See more
"The Impossible Knife of Memory" (IKM) is very good, a 4.5 star rating. Hayley is a high school senior, somewhere in the Albany, NY area. She has been "home" schooled by her Dad, a haunted war vet suffering from worsening PTSD for several years. The quote marks because home was the cab of a tractor-trailer rig that Hayley and Dad rode for years until it became just one more job that he lost due to fights and/or drunkenness and/or whatever. So for the first time in years Hayley has classmates and teachers, and she''s not dealing with it well. Missed homework, insubordination which leads to frequent detention, poor test results, etc. etc. But early on she slowly builds a relationship with classmate and neighbor Gracie, and through Gracie meets Finn, a bright, glib, persistent ex-swimmer who slowly gets under Hayley''s skin.

But life for Hayley is not easy. Frequent flare-ups with her Dad, and then one of his ex-girlfriends returns, and Hayley, once again, is not at all pleased with that. But there are also happy moments with Finn, but they don''t last long before another crisis flares up. Things finally reach the boiling point....

The IKM characters are the book''s great strength. They are likeable, real, well drawn. Lots of tension and a very good storyline. Nice relationship between Hayley and Finn; a strong physical attraction between the two but Hayley draws the line. And that is exactly where too many YA books fail. Authors too often patronize their targeted audience, creating an environment where "everyone IS really doing it", but thankfully not here. But the pressures and the tensions and the desires are there, and dealt with. This is the area which the really excellent YA books (like "Eleanor and Park" and IKM) handle well.

The only criticism I have of IKM is that once again in YA fiction, parents are MIA. There are no adult role models here. Obviously, Hayley''s Dad situation is central to the plot and real, but other parents and teachers in the book just don''t have their heads screwed on right. After sex, it is that portrayal that too many YA authors exaggerate which one suspects is only about building a faithful audience for future books. But lots of books go way beyond IKM in that regard and so it''s still a 4.5 in my books and I''ll read more by Laurie Halse Anderson.
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Reviewed in the United States on February 12, 2014
First let me say, I LOVE LAURIE HALSE ANDERSON!!! This book stopped my heart many times- the title was so key to Hayley and her father and their memories. Hayley and her Dad, Andy, have decided to settle down in his grandmother''s house and try for a more normal life. Before... See more
First let me say, I LOVE LAURIE HALSE ANDERSON!!! This book stopped my heart many times- the title was so key to Hayley and her father and their memories. Hayley and her Dad, Andy, have decided to settle down in his grandmother''s house and try for a more normal life. Before this time, Hayley lived with her father''s Post Traumatic Stress demons from many tours in Iraq. She has heard his screams in his dreams, listened to his horrible, horrible memories of Iraq and watched him over the years drink and drug himself, which has resulted in a dad she loves and hates. She is now almost eighteen, attending high school (for the first time) and she doesn''t know any of the rules and social norms, since she has traveled in her father''s truck and been homeschooled for much of her life. When she reacquaints herself with Gracie, her kindergarten classmate, she also becomes part of her group and with this association, comes Finn. Finn (according to Gracie is an awesome swimmer, hottie, and ubersmart) is a really nice guy who Hayley asks for a ride one day so she can rescue her father once again. As Finn and Hayley get to know one another, Hayley dares to hope that she can have a normal life that is not fraught with the agonizing drama that is her father. As Hayley is pulled once again into the horrors, she begins to remember and with these memories, she battles who she is (did she really want to through herself off the quarry ledge?)and asks herself, who does she really want to be and want for her future? A compelling story, I couldn''t put it down, I loved Hayley and Finn and so will teens. This book will be enjoyed by boys and girls, librarians and teachers will be recommending this thrilling, hopeful read.
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The title is just one of the great parts about Anderson''s new book!
Reviewed in the United States on February 14, 2014
Truly, Laurie Halse Anderson''s THE IMPOSSIBLE KNIFE OF MEMORY deserves much more than 5 stars....more like 10, just for starters. Wow. From the moment I started reading this book, I was hooked. After a day or two of reading small chunks, I couldn''t stand it anymore; I... See more
Truly, Laurie Halse Anderson''s THE IMPOSSIBLE KNIFE OF MEMORY deserves much more than 5 stars....more like 10, just for starters. Wow. From the moment I started reading this book, I was hooked. After a day or two of reading small chunks, I couldn''t stand it anymore; I couldn''t put it down and I finally just kept reading until I finished it! This is a book that you will WANT to stay up late to read--if not all night. This is a book that will tear your heart out, but make you believe in Love and Life and Hope and the eternal power of the fact that no matter how bad things get in life, life does go on and we just have to hang on for the ride, doing the best we can--one day at a time.

I love so much about THE IMPOSSIBLE KNIFE OF MEMORY. Yet it''s difficult to say that this is a great book because the subject matter is so difficult and powerfully heart-wrenching. While I am not a soldier who has seen the horrors of war, I am a woman who has SUFFERED horrors of life. I understand the coping mechanisms that drive people to do things they never would have done if they hadn''t SUFFERED the things they''ve suffered.

Hayley is an incredible young woman who simply wants LIFE with those she loves around her yet she fights on a daily basis to keep a tenuous grasp on LIFE. She is stumped by normalcy, including school and dating while being drawn to normalcy as a moth to a flame.

Like Anderson''s book SPEAK, THE IMPOSSIBLE KNIFE OF MEMORY is a book that will be with you long after you close the book. This book is sure to become an instant classic and be at the top of any avid reader''s reading list and is definitely added to my list of books I suggest that EVERYONE read....Truly.

Now.

What are you waiting for? Do you need a copy of the book? I''ll loan you mine, but you have to promise to give it back to me as soon as you finish.

Then again, you might as well buy your own copy because you''re going to want a copy of your own.....Seriously.
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Annoying Narrator and Predictable Plot
Reviewed in the United States on May 19, 2015
I had high expectations for this book, considering it''s rave reviews. However, this book was definitely not something I''d recommend. The narrator, Hayley, was another one of those "special snowflakes" who thinks she''s better than everyone else in her school for... See more
I had high expectations for this book, considering it''s rave reviews. However, this book was definitely not something I''d recommend. The narrator, Hayley, was another one of those "special snowflakes" who thinks she''s better than everyone else in her school for having read Slaughterhouse Five. She was annoying and had very little development throughout the book. The romance was certainly nothing new; girl doesn''t want to be into guy, but girl and guy are together in the end. It really took away from the plot and was boring to read. In addition, the climax of the story was incredibly predictable, and I could see coming from a mile away. This storyline had a lot of potential, but it''s almost like Anderson didn''t even try. The text message conversations between Hayley and her friends looked like they were written by middle-aged adults and were no where close to how teenagers even text. In addition, a few important characters were not even mentioned at the end of the book as if they''d disappeared. This was not an enjoyable read, and I recommend not wasting your money
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Reviewed in the United States on September 24, 2014
Since I write for a young adult audience, I read a lot of YA fiction. I recently read Laurie Halse Anderson''s The Impossible Knife of Memory. Laurie Halse Anderson is one of my favorite young adult writers. In fact, one of the first YA books I read was her novel, Catalyst.... See more
Since I write for a young adult audience, I read a lot of YA fiction. I recently read Laurie Halse Anderson''s The Impossible Knife of Memory. Laurie Halse Anderson is one of my favorite young adult writers. In fact, one of the first YA books I read was her novel, Catalyst. The Impossible Knife of Memory lived up to my high standards. What I loved most about this book was the snappy dialogue between Hayley, the protagonist, and her eventual love interest, Finn. Their banter, which ranges from snarky/sarcastic to hilarious to poignant, hums with real-life teenage vitality. Teens do so love to take linguistic jabs at each other, and the dialogue perfectly captures that artful use of language. There is a deeper side to this story, too, the relationship between a veteran father suffering from PTSD and his teenage daughter. Haley''s first person narration is interwoven with her father''s flashbacks of his devastating war experience, allowing the reader a glimpse into the root of his suffering. The book is nuanced with themes of memory and trust and how to move on when you''ve hit rock bottom.
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Melissa A. Palmer
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Reviewed in the United States on February 8, 2015
Book #15 Read in 2015 The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson (YA) This was a great read by one of my favorite authors. Hayley is a senior in high school and has returned to public school after being homeschooled by her father for years... See more
Book #15 Read in 2015
The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson (YA)

This was a great read by one of my favorite authors. Hayley is a senior in high school and has returned to public school after being homeschooled by her father for years while they were on the road with his working as a trucker. Hayley''s father suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Hayley fears that he will harm himself. She ends up being more of the parent than child in the household. This book was a powerful read that immediately sucked me in; I read it in one day. I highly recommend it for both high school students and adults. Great read!

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Rebecca Seuch
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Couldn''t put it down
Reviewed in the United States on January 1, 2016
As expected with any Laurie Halse Anderson novel it is a constant page turner. Each character meticulously designed to draw you in and each chapter written with the intention of distracting you from the real world and bringing you to the edge of concern for each and every... See more
As expected with any Laurie Halse Anderson novel it is a constant page turner. Each character meticulously designed to draw you in and each chapter written with the intention of distracting you from the real world and bringing you to the edge of concern for each and every minute of the characters'' lives.
As a teacher, this book reminds me that our students face difficult lives we know nothing about. As a woman, I am reminded of the roller coaster of emotion that was growing up and falling in love. As an American, I am proud and concerned for every veteran and their families.
Please keep on writing for us Ms. Anderson. I look forward with all of my heart to each of your novels!
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Reviewed in Germany on June 17, 2018
I have read "speak", "wintergirls" and "the catalyst". And I really looked forward to this book. I really don''t regret it. The title really suits the topic of the book and you get a good feeling how soldiers feel, who fought for their country and...See more
I have read "speak", "wintergirls" and "the catalyst". And I really looked forward to this book. I really don''t regret it. The title really suits the topic of the book and you get a good feeling how soldiers feel, who fought for their country and come back to live a "normal" daily life. And how it effects the family life. I can only recommend it. Fiore
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