Lips Touch, Three Times Booktalk
There were three of them, three girls who dreamed and hoped and yearned. They were ripe for tasting, for kissing, for loving, and each of them had a secret they didn't dare tell.
Three girls, three worlds, three secrets.
Kizzy's family was odd. They were from the Old Country, and they believed in all kinds of things other people didn't think even existed, like vampires, and goblins, and ghosts, and the evil eye, and curses. But Kizzy didn't tell anyone at school about that. She was a junior in high school, and she talked about Mick Crispin, and how much she wanted to be the girl he sat with, and hugged, and kissed. She wanted him so much that her soul hung half outside her body, hungering for it. That was why the goblins wanted her soul—it would be easy to persuade her to give it up, because it was half gone already.
But Kizzy is only one girl, and I promised three. There is another girl living in India, a girl cursed with a beautiful voice, a girl who never speaks, because anyone hearing her voice will instantly fall down dead.
And there is a third girl, a girl who had brown eyes until just before her fourteenth birthday, when they turned blue, like pale blue, cold winter ice. It was a sign, but she didn't know it. But her mother knew what it meant, and also knew that all she'd done to keep her daughter safe had been in vain.
How were these three girls linked?
This booktalk was written by Joni Richards Bodart, university professor, author, school/library consultant, and internationally known booktalker.