Monday, 4 August 2014


Title: Double Negative
Author: C. Lee McKenzie
Publisher: Evernight Teen
Genre: Contemporary Teen/Romance

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Sixteen-year-old Hutchinson McQueen is a big time loser. Trapped between an abusive mother and an absentee father, his one thought is escape, but everything he does to get away lands him in trouble. 

Shackled by poor reading skills, he squeaks through classes with his talent for eavesdropping and memorizing what he hears. When he shoplifts and lands in juvenile detention, the court sentences him to a county youth program. There he meets the priest and Maggie, a retired teacher. They’re determined to set Hutch on a path leading away from trouble. Hutch is determined not to cooperate.

It isn’t until he’s facing serious charges that he confronts the truth—his own bad choices are trapping him. When he's offered the freedom he craves, all he has to do is take it.



Kranski’s office might as well be home. I spend more time with him than I do with Dee Dee, and for good reason: the principal’s friendlier than my mom.

I ease into the familiar hot seat across from him and face the shiny nameplate on his desk.

“See this?” he says, holding up the plate in front of my face. “It says, ‘Principal Noah Kranski.’ That means you’re supposed to follow my rules as long as you’re in this school.”

I roll my eyes.

“Dump the attitude, Hutch.”

I shrug.

He shakes his head and slams a thick file down in front of him. “This makes seven times this year you’ve cut Mr. Diakos’s class, and it’s only September.” He writes something at the bottom of a page. When he finishes, he looks up. “Did I miss any?”

“I’m not counting.” That ain’t true. I count every day I can escape that stupid class, just like I count every day I wake up in Larkston. But I’m not going to be trapped here much longer.

Kranski jabs his pen into a “World’s Best Dad” cup, and leans back with his hands behind his head. This is what he always does before he sentences me. “You get to think about changing your ways for the rest of the week. When you come back, you’re still responsible for all the class work and the tests, just like always.”

“Just like always.” I repeat the words so I got something to say that don’t sound like I’m a smart mouth. Last time I left saying, “Thanks,” and Kranski told me to cut the sarcasm. Who gives a rat’s ass about what Kranski says? I’m free, for four days.

I’m almost at the door when the secretary pops her head inside. “Sorry, Mr. Kranski, but there’s an emergency in the gym. They need you right away.”

He’s out before me, a gimpy old guy running on bad feet.

I plug into my iPod, pull up The Rockets’ newest hit, and strike out across campus. Blaze’ll be at the Smoking Tree. I follow the hard-packed foot trail that leads from the back of the school, around the curve of the hillside and up the slope. The tree’s just far enough away to keep under Kranski’s radar, yet near enough to drop in for a few tokes when I need them to get through Deek the Greek’s English class, or face going back to Palm Street and Dee Dee.

Blaze is there, talking on his cell and dealing with some kid with slicked-back hair. Blaze jerks around, pockets the phone, and then relaxes when he sees me. “Yo, thought you was the cops for a minute. You get suspended again?” 

“Rest of the week.” I take my ear bud out, drop my backpack and plop onto the shady ground. “I need a joint.”

“Where’d you get that?” He points to my iPod.

“Can’t remember. It sort of appeared.”

“Right.” He smirks and tosses me a joint along with a lighter.

The kid with the greased hair ducks under a limb, and walks in the direction of the school. “Hope you got cash, man. I’m outta credit here,” Blaze says.

I dig into my pocket and pull out a ten. 

He laughs. “With what you already owe me, for that ten,” he coughs, “you get a few”––another cough––“hits, man.” He holds out a roach clip with a smoking joint. “Give me that one back.”

I hand him the joint, settle against the tree trunk and roll my lips over the small brown tube. Closing my eyes, I suck the warm fog into my lungs and hold my breath. The weed winds its way through my blood and into my brain. Kranski turns into a cartoon of a cup with World’s Best Dad wrapped around his middle. Dee Dee stretches into a giant beer bottle and rolls across the kitchen linoleum. The sky turns soft and blue, with the Smoking Tree splashing crazy shapes over my jeans.

“So, how are you breaking the news to Dee Dee this time?” Blaze reaches out and grabs his joint. “She said she was bouncing your butt the next time Kranski suspended you.”

My mom don’t care what I do, but Kranski makes her life hell when he calls her in to see him. These trips to his office take away from her social life and shake her out of bed before noon. I laugh. “Guess I’ll have to move in with you, dude.”

“Anytime. I told you, man.” Blaze inhales, coughs, and then inhales again to replace the gray smoke he’s wasted in the air.

I plug back into some tunes and hang with Blaze under the Smoking Tree through three more sales. He rewards me with a few hits for acting as lookout, something I can do while I get a story together for why I’m bounced for four days. The weed and the Rockets take the edge off what’s going down later. I’m in for ‘Destruction by Dee Dee’ no matter what I say. I roll over on my right side and trace the white line from my wrist to my elbow—one of her nicer moves with a broken glass. 

Stretching out on the lawn, I stare up through the tree branches. How’d it be to fly straight into those clouds, poke my head inside and stay until I wind up on the other side of the world? Goodbye, Larkston. Goodbye, Dee Dee. 
I must doze off because when I open my eyes the shadows from the tree have shifted from my right side to my left. I squint at my watch. Its after three. My ride! Hope Eddie didnt take off without me. I hate that walk, halfway across town to Palm Street. I grab my books. “Im out of here.”


C. Lee McKenzie is a native Californian who grew up in a lot of different places; then landed in the Santa Cruz Mountains where she lives with her family and miscellaneous pets. She writes most of the time, gardens and hikes and does yoga a lot, and then travels whenever she can. 

She takes on modern issues that today's teens face in their daily lives. Her first young adult novel, Sliding on the Edge, which dealt with cutting and suicide was published in 2009. Her second, titled The Princess of Las Pulgas, dealing with a family who loses everything and must rebuild their lives came out in 2010. Her short story,Premeditated Cat, appears in the anthology, The First Time, and her Into the Sea of Dew is part of a collection, Two and Twenty Dark Tales. In 2012, her first middle grade novel, Alligators Overhead, came out.Double Negative is her third young adult novel.

Did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
I wanted to be an archeologist. Yep. Then when that didn’t pan out, I thought journalism would be a great job. Nope. Well, maybe that led me into writing after all because that’s where I ended up.

When did you first consider yourself as a “writer"?
When I was ten I thought I was a super writer. I wasn’t. I have remnants that prove that and keep me humble. I have improved, though, and that’s a good thing.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
Double Negative is the title of my latest book.
I guess I could summarize it like this. Trapped: near illiteracy, bad choices. His life was going, going gone. Would he wind up in juvenile hall or college?
Well, I did it in 20 words , not less.

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
I have another young adult that is close to being done. It will be similar to my others because it will have a teen in a serious life situation. I also have a sequel to my middle grade book, Alligators Overhead, out to publishers. Fingers crossed.

Do you have anybody read your books and give you reviews before you officially release them?ie. Your partner, children, friends, reviewers you know?
Oh yes. I have a long-time critique group of talented writers and keen-eyed readers. We’ve been together since 2007, and I wouldn’t think of sending a book out without getting their feedback. I’m very luck to have them in my writing life.

Do you think ebooks will ever totally replace printed books?
I do. And I’m not particularly happy about that. However, I don’t think it will happen soon. I love eBooks, but I prefer paper, and I don’t care whether they’re hardbacks or paperbacks. So I guess I’m a hybrid in my taste.

Do you have a treasured book from your childhood? If yes, what is it?
That would be Alice In Wonderland. I still have the original copy I got as a Christmas present when I was a kid. I must have read that story ten times, and then I read it to my kids and loved it again. I always thought I’d love to go down that rabbit hole and have an adventure.

What do you think about book trailers?
I love seeing them, especially the really fun or exciting ones. I’m not sure they do much for sales. I wish someone would run a study and tell writers if they should spend publicity money on having good trailers made.

Do you or would you ever use a pen name?
C. Lee McKenzie is the nearest thing I have to a pen name. I chose to change it from Cheryl McKenzie because I wanted to separate my fiction from my non-fiction writing. Now I think I shouldn’t have bothered. Too late! I’m now Lee to most of my writer connections.

Where can readers follow you?
Your blog details? I’m at The Write Game and it offers a variety of posts: new books, author tips, just for the heck of it kinds of stories.
Your web site ? I love my website and it covers all my writing and gives a fairly complete overview of who I am and what I do. 
My webpage link takes you to my blog:
Your facebook page? This is my new fan page for Double Negative.
Goodreads author page?
Your Twitter details? @cleemckenzie

And any other information you wish to supply?
Just a thanks for hosting me. I appreciate bloggers who feature authors and give them a chance to tell others about themselves and their books.

[Thankyou for sharing your books and yourself  with us the readers!]

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for hosting me here today, Jean. Love visiting the UK.