The Revealers sequel opens up kids' struggles to become themselves in a hyper-linked world.

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from True Shoes:

“So this boy,” CC said. “Are you in love with him?”

The kitchen table was packed with fruits and Filipino dishes. My new favorite was kutsinta, little rice muffins topped with grated coconut. They were sweet but the moment was tense.

“I ... care about him,” Catalina finally said. “And he cares about me. And that’s not a bad thing,” she added warmly.

“No,” CC said — “it’s a dangerous thing. That is different.”

Cat gave me a bug-eyed look. Oh, this was starting well.

But then she just told her. She laid it all out, about Richie’s home life and what happened on Saturday. I’d been wondering how she had gotten herself to the hospital without CC finding out. It turned out she had said she was going for a walk, then used her cell to call a taxi.

The Revealers may be the most-used novel in U.S. middle schools today. Take a look inside.

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A middle-school novel that deals realistically with bullying in a multi-character story, The Revealers has been the focus of reading-and-discussion projects in well over 1,000 middle schools. Here's an excerpt:

“Hey,” I said. “Has anybody talked to you or anything? Like the principal or the police?”

“Nah,” he said. “Forget about the principal — I told you, she never does anything. The cops ... my mom wanted to make a report but I said don’t. Burke and Blanchette would say they were trying to save me or something. The worst kids are the best liars.” He shrugged. “So what.”

“If it was grownups who did that, they’d be in jail.”

“Well it wasn’t and they’re not. Hey, what’d you do with Catalina’s thing?”

I told him we sent it around to the whole seventh grade. We’d gone right from the System Server room to the computer lab, and done it.

Elliot whistled. “I like it!”

"Picture a troubled teen quietly removing this book from the school library shelves, then sitting down ... and devouring it."

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He shut the locker door. Crossed his arms. “Why should I feed you?”

“Be ... cause we’re friends?”

“Yeah? So how come you’ve been acting like a percolating turd?”

“I don’t think a turd percolates.”

Oscar grinned. “A permutating turd.”

“A perambulating turd,” I said, and I made a walking motion with my fingers.

“Walking around school.”

“There’s a few of those,” he said. “I’m looking at one now.”

“All right, okay,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not. You’re hungry.”

“I’m hungry and sorry. I’m sorrgry. It’s a serious condition.”

“But rarely fatal. Unfortunately.” He opened his locker. Rooted around inside. “Would you prefer something with fur or without?”

“Ugh.” I looked over his shoulder. “Like what?”

from The Prince of Denial. Headline from the book's review in Foreword Reviews.