Blurb:
The
fourth anniversary of Olivia’s daddy and John Lennon’s death is
approaching. Like the shot heard ’round the world, TV and
radio stations keep the frenzy alive and recognize Lennon’s life,
while Olivia’s mama remembers Daddy’s death. Instead of
healing, Mama’s strange behavior keeps getting worse.
After
viewing an afternoon talk show, Olivia discovers her mother might
have more than a case of eccentricity – she may be mentally ill.
When those fears are confirmed, Olivia is faced with more
decisions than any sixteen-year-old should have to make. With
no adult family members to turn to, she is forced to trust the only
people who’ve offered help: one strange man and a friend her mother
makes at the mental institution.
Facing
the intricacies of her mother’s illness one minute and the decision
to have sex with her new boyfriend the next, Olivia finds that
through faith and determination, she can conquer it all in this
poignant story of love, intuition, compassion, and hope.
Early
Reviewer Thoughts:
“In
this day and age, society still finds it difficult to face the
challenges families encounter that are living with a mentally ill
parent. Ms. Decker’s novel brings these issues to light in a
realistic manner that engages readers as well as helps them
understand certain traits to look for should they face this type of
situation.”
–Christine Harris, Co-President – Middlesex County NAMI
–Christine Harris, Co-President – Middlesex County NAMI
“Wendy
Lynn Decker has a very unique and talented gift of writing. I really
enjoyed the down home style that assimilates a Tom Sawyer genre and I
wouldn’t be surprised if this book became recommended reading for
contemporary school systems… “
-Ray Costa, LPC, LCADC, NCC
-Ray Costa, LPC, LCADC, NCC
“Sweet
Tea is a fine young adult story…So many titles on mental illness
narrow the focus to coping and neglect the overall bigger picture of
how home life with mental illness can interact with a wider world
outside home’s front door”
-D. Donovan, Book Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
-D. Donovan, Book Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
Decker
brings to life the chaos, confusion and poignancy of loving and
living with a mentally ill mother. I couldn’t stop reading, even
when my heart was aching and my brain was cringing.”
– Shari Sanford, Paperback Exchange Bookstore, Belmar, NJ
– Shari Sanford, Paperback Exchange Bookstore, Belmar, NJ
About
the Author:
Bio:
Wendy
Lynn Decker has lived in thirteen different towns in the state of New
Jersey. Now, she lives a bike ride away from the ocean and her
favorite restaurant. She is the author of the middle-grade chapter
book, THE BEDAZZLING BOWL, which is the first book intended for a
series.
Find
her here:
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If
you would like to review Sweet Tea, I would love to provide you with
an e-book in exchange for a review on Amazon/Blogs/GoodReads.
Email me at aimee.brown@booktrope.com
Email me at aimee.brown@booktrope.com
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Excerpt
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30
The emergency room
at Henry Medical Center smelled like cigarette smoke and urine washed
over with antiseptic. I’d never been there before, and I didn’t
expect to see so many people that resembled those with the symptoms
the doctor on the talk show spoke about. Although most needed
physical care, many seemed to need mental health care, and this
wasn’t a mental hospital.
Some of the people
roamed about like zombies in B-movies. Their vacant stares said, “I’m
still here, please come find me.” Many of the patients were pacing,
as if they were taking part in some kind of ritual. Some shouted
words at random. One woman seemed to be speaking in a language only
she could understand. I was afraid to make eye contact with anyone,
for fear someone would approach me. But I knew I had to look around
the room.
An old woman with
only one-half of her head braided asked me for a cigarette. One
already hung from her twisted lips. It felt like we had wandered into
a secret society meeting, and we had better find Mama and get out
while we could.
I overheard one of
the nurses say to another, “It must be a full moon tonight.”
“My goodness,”
the other nurse responded. “I haven’t seen it like this in quite
some time. That strong lunar force is drawing them out like vampires
to a blood bank.”
CeCe and I
approached the desk. “Excuse me, ma’am,” CeCe said to the desk
clerk. “The police told us a woman that fits our mother’s
description has been brought here.”
“What’s
her name?”
“Cassandra
Travis,” I answered, surprised at how faint my voice sounded.
She
thumbed through her roster. “The police brought in a Jane Doe.
We’ve been asking her name, but she won’t tell us.” The clerk
motioned toward a nurse. “They’re here to see Jane Doe in room
twelve.”
The nurse nodded
and said, “Follow me.”
I thought of Luke
and was glad we’d left him at home.
CeCe and I
followed the nurse down a long corridor. Blue curtains covered
doorways on each side. We approached the last room on the left, and
the nurse pulled a chart from a hook on the wall. She opened the
curtain. “This is Jane Doe.”
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