Fifty Shades of YA Boys continues today with Christian from Wrecked by Anna Davies. He is a “betwixtman” which is a mermaid-like creature, except with legs. Christian sounds like he just wants to fit in. I imagine he is a wee bit shy too. Want to know what we thought of Wrecked? Stay tuned for Emmy’s review.
Thanks to Simon & Schuster we will be giving away 3 copies of Wrecked at the end of this post!
Anna Davies is a writer currently working at Cosmopolitan Magazine. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. Wrecked is her first novel.
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When people hear the word mermaid, they think of a gorgeous woman with long, flowing, hair sea-salt soaked into curls. Seashells covering curves. And a voice that no mortal could resist.
We have those Down Below. But take away the mystery, the mythology, the could-they-be-real fantasy and all you’ve got are sisters, neighbors, schoolmates. They aren’t what I want.
I’m a Betwixtmen. Most mortals haven’t heard of my race. We look human, yet can breathe below the surface. Back in the time before now, we were free to roam the earth and the water, unbound by the separation of land and sea. And then, our ruler, Sephie decreed that we would have to live separately. The mermaids and their siren songs disappeared, leaving only legends. And the rule, decreed generations ago, condemned me to a lifetime of yearning.
Up Above is forbidden to touch, but not to look. And that’s what I do—or at least, that’s what I did. I watch humans on the beach, laughing, interacting. While the water binds me, it seems to free them. As soon as their feet touch the damp sand at the ocean border they smile, laugh, allow their fingers to interlock with another. They become the closest version of themselves. I feel privileged to watch.
And of course, I see the human girls the way I imagine sailors long ago saw the mermaids as they splashed and played in the water. While their breath may have caught when they saw a glimpse of fin shimmering above the waves, it is the human girl’s cut-off shorts and jellybean bright toenails that ignite a longing at the core of my being.
I’d always been able to ignore that longing.
Until I met Miranda.
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NOBODY KNOWS I AM: Constantly having a serious identity crisis from not really being a merman or being a human. Having to deal with being mythological/not real on land and not quite fitting in at sea. And not really being down with constantly being below the surface of the water, when everything interesting seems to happen Up Above. Also, that I’m kind of think-y. What I’ve realized is on land, people totally stereotype other people based on how they look. Because I tend to be shirtless, wearing shorts on the beach, people assume I’m a dumb jock. Nope, just swimming because it’s how I have to survive.
I WISH I COULD STOP: Falling in love with humans. Wanting what I can’t have. And continual obsessing over philosophy and Fate makes me clearly not the happiest guy to hang out with—but I can’t help it, and love when I find someone just as intense as I am.
I’M A SUCKER FOR: All night conversations that aren’t about who you are or what you do, but are way more about how you connect. Also, I love when girls wear tiny pendant necklaces that land right at the hollow in between their collarbones. It’s delicate, it’s pretty, and when one of those washes up on the beach, I can’t help but take it and try to figure out who its’ owner is, based on the grooves, the scratches, or even the strands of hair caught in the clasp. Yes, I’m aware it makes me a total creepster, but when the rules of where I live tell me I can’t interact with humans, having that pockmarked, ocean-stained jewelry is the only way I can feel somewhat connected to the world I want to join.
A GOOD TIME FOR ME IS: Creepster alert part two: I love watching humans on the beach. In my world, everything is formal—there’s no time for just laughing or talking or being. So when I see a group getting together around a fire, talking into the night, I think two things: First, how are they allowed to do that, and second, don’t they realize how lucky they are? Sometimes, when I see a girl who goes off to cry or yell at her boyfriend on her phone or just hangs back from the group I want to reach out to her and let her know how much she has going for her. Same with the guys. It’s weird—I look so much like them, but I don’t understand their slang, their conversations, the easy way they insult each other then laugh it off. In my world, that would start a war. And I like being by myself, allowing my thoughts to drift like the waves as they reach the shore. Which I know sounds incredibly lame, but when your entire view of English is constructed based on waterlogged books that fall to the ocean floor, that’s got to be excused. Apparently, quoting Shakespeare is admired on land and trust me, I’ve got that on lock.
NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE ME IF THEY SAW ME: Swim. Seriously, humans think Michael Phelps is fast. He’s not.
I’D REALLY RATHER: Play football, drive fast cars … go to college, be a philosophy professor, and stop feeling like a fish on the wrong side of an aquarium tank.
THE FIRST THING I DO IN THE MORNING IS: Watch the sun rise. It makes me feel tethered to the world in a way I wouldn’t if I spent my entire life under water. Which makes me sound super-depressed so I’ll also say … push ups. What? You think betwixtmen (or mermen, as most people—incorrectly—say) have amazing bodies without any work?
KILL / FRAK / MARRY:
1. Eva Longoria – Frak. Mainly by process of elimination!
2. Anna Paquin – Marry. Mermen and fairies go way back … plus, she’s pretty.
3. Mariah Carey – Kill. Seriously, she’s all about butterflies. If she were about dolphins or oysters or even freakin’ eels, it’d be a different story.
This giveaway is provided by Simon & Schuster
Three lucky winners will win a copy of Wrecked by Anna Davies
Available May 1, 2012 from Simon & Schuster
About this Book:
Secrets of the sea have never been sexier than this.
Ever since the death of her parents, Miranda has lived on Whym Island, taking comfort in the local folklore, which claims a mysterious sea witch controls the fate of all on the island and in its surrounding waters. Sometimes it’s just easier to believe things are out of your control.
But then a terrible boating accident takes the lives of several of her friends, and Miranda is rescued by a mysterious boy who haunts her dreams. Consumed by guilt from the accident, she finds refuge in late-night swims—and meets Christian, a boy who seems eerily familiar, but who is full of mystery: He won’t tell her where he is from, or why they can only meet at the beach. But Miranda falls for him anyway…and discovers that Christian’s secrets, though meant to protect her, may bring her nothing but harm.
Seductive and compelling, Wrecked brings a contemporary, paranormal twist to a classic enchanting tale.
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