Happy birthday, you wild, weird baby girl. ā°ļøšŖš¤š¶
Itās funny howāthough I am a writer and words are my paintbrushāfor this thing, words are hard to find. I am going to try, and as you read this know that I am writing with tears in my eyes.
Lost Girls is a gory, unhinged, emotional bloodbath. But I didnāt just write it because your girl loves to write a m3rd3r scene. I wrote it becauseā¦
I have been a Lost Girl.
Isolation has stalked me like a k!ller with a knife. Loneliness made me feel trapped. My rebellious drive to break out of every grip that tried to hold me is a survival instinct, but it is also a source of great pain.
But in this quest for freedom and autonomy, I have learned a vital truth: we need each other.
And it doesnāt have to be some cuddly, cute thing; to need each other, to help save each other. It is feral and gruesome to face the horrors, it is dangerous, it is violent, and still went must do it.
I hope this book entertains and enthralls you, and I hope you find within it a boost of courage to face the island & find your way back home.
To my Lost Girls and their dog: Evie, Tiger, Sunny, Callie, Gabby Adalyn, Blake, Megan and Vivianāthank you all for letting me tell your story and helping me understand the most ferocious part of my soul.
To my editor,
@_aliromig : Thank you for not being scared to take this journey to the island with me. To my agent,
@ksboutillier : You are a girl Iād trust with life on any island we have to face. Thanks to
@delacortepress for your courage to publish this story and
@booksforwardpr for helping me shepherd this book into the world.
And now, dear readers: the story is yours to experience, hold dear, and hopefully, find the hope stuck in the gaps of this storyās sharp, deadly fangs. š