Windfall by Jennifer E. Smith

A simple concept that not many people take the time to think about: what would you do if you won the lottery? And I’m not talking about the standard lottery winnings- I’m thinking of the jackpot. Millions upon millions of pounds are won across the world by few lucky individuals. But what many don’t consider is if it is luck or if it’s something else entirely? Smith explores this in her new book, Windfall, when Alice buys a lottery ticket as a one-off for her best friend’s birthday. The events that unravel are so spectacular that I found myself thinking that fate isn’t such a weird idea any more. I read this book (bearing in mind it was over 400 pages) in less than a day- it was so easy to read but funny and engaging at the same time. I recommend any young adult to pick it up as it’s the type of book you could leave on the side and would still be loved months later. I found myself laughing out loud and pining for the characters as if they were my friends. Loved it!

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Brain Dead

They’re looking at me.

No they’re not. They’re not looking at you. Turn your head. There you go. See?

They’re still looking. Is there something wrong with my hair? People are staring at me.

They’re not and there is nothing wrong with your hair. Shut up. You’re so weird sometimes.

I know I’m weird. I’m worthless. I don’t belong anywhere.

I didn’t mean it like that! Seriously, you don’t need to be so touchy.

This is so embarrassing. Why do I have to be in this body? I hate myself. Let me out, let me out!

You don’t hate yourself, that can’t be true.

It is! I will never change. I will always be moody, sad, unhappy, depressed. I don’t blame people for hating me or not liking me. Why would people like me?

Please don’t say that, River. Please. Don’t give up.

I already have. I can’t do anything to stop it. Something’s controlling me.

But you have so many friends. What about Emma? 

She doesn’t understand me! Don’t you realise? No-one will know what’s going through my head.

Emma can help though! No-one will know if you don’t tell them.

How can I though? It’s helpless. How can I tell Emma this vile stuff when it’s been locked up for so long?

You have the keys. All you have to do is open the door.

I hate myself.

Please, River. Don’t do this!

I am worthless.

River! Stop it!

I don’t belong anywhere.

Please, River…

I might as well just…