Stroke of Luck

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a u t h o r ' s n o t e

I'm a very realistic person. I don't normally believe in something unless it's scientific fact, which means that I don't believe in luck. I realize this makes it odd for me to write a story based on luck, but what I'm really getting at with this book is that your past does not define you. It may shape some of your attributes, but it does not determine who you are as a whole. Only you can do that. (Although like Greer, you may be lucky enough to find some help along the way)
(Ha ha... I used the word lucky. I couldn't think of another way to phrase that statement. Some writer I am.)

e p i g r a p h

"We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon."

- We Real Cool, Gwendolyn Brooks

s y n o p s i s

When Greer Holland is sent off to live with her grandmother after her mother's arrest, it's just another misfortune in her seventeen year streak of bad luck. Greer has spent her entire life looking after her mother, and when she finally has time to focus on herself, she realizes she doesn't even know who she is. Then Greer meets some lively and border line ridiculous friends, including Bash - self assured, almost always tipsy, smooth talking Bash. Greer's first instinct is to stay away - it's not like getting attached to people has done her any good in the past - but being around these people is the only time Greer feels like she knows who she is. They were only supposed to be a way to pass the days until her mother got out of jail and Greer could go home, but they feel like the only stroke of luck Greer has ever had, and she's not sure if she'll be able to let them go.