Book Blitz + Giveaway: The Cure by Stephanie Erickson

The Cure by Stephanie Erickson

Publication date: November 14th 2013

Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

“One life will make the difference.” Macey Holsinger has been hearing that promise her whole life. But it hasn’t saved anyone yet, not even her little brother.

The disease has claimed countless lives in the last hundred years, and the government is working hard to find a cure through human testing. Testing that has killed nearly as many people as the disease.

At sixteen, Macey has better things to think about than saving lives and submitting to any rule other than her parents’. As a budding artist, she has her whole life ahead of her, at least until she faces her own testing.

Questions plague Macey. Questions that make everyone else nervous. How can death be justified with more death? What’s the point of all this?

Answers evade her until she’s left with only one question: How much will she sacrifice in the name of the cure?

Excerpt

“I gladly sacrifice my life for the good of others. One life will make the difference,

and that life could be mine. For this reason, I’m devoted to finding the cure.” I said

the words out loud, but I wasn’t thinking about them. A couple of squirrels chasing

each other held my attention more securely than the pledge we’d been forced to say

since kindergarten. By tenth grade, the thing had lost all meaning.

I sat back down among the rows of desks, still eyeing the squirrels. I folded one

of my legs under me and let the other one swing. At five foot three, I wasn’t the

tallest member of my class, but I wasn’t the shortest either. My violet eyes followed

the dance of the squirrels while I toyed absently with a lock of my jet-black hair.

My teacher was blabbing about our latest reading assignment, but those dang

squirrels were so cute I couldn’t focus on her.

“Macey?”

I turned to face her. She was one of the younger members of the faculty, but

dressed to try and fit in. Her loose-fitting floral print blouse was tucked into her

high-waisted navy skirt. She stared at me over half-glasses perched at the end of her

nose. I imagined she referred to them as spectacles and liked to put the end of them

into her mouth while pondering literary stuff.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“Care to answer the question?”

I glanced out the window to curse the squirrels, but they were gone. “Could you

repeat the question?”

She half-smiled as she leaned against the front of her desk, knowing she’d caught

me. “Certainly. Why do you think Billy has a stutter?”

“Oh jeeze, I don’t know. I didn’t understand a single page of this book, Mrs.

Whitehead.” A few snickers escaped from some of my classmates. “Hey, guys, don’t

throw me under the bus here! I couldn’t have been the only one who didn’t get

anything from this!” A few faces turned to Mrs. Whitehead and nodded. “Look, I

know this was the shortest thing we’ve read so far, but it was all moon language

to me. Quite frankly, I hated it and think it was a waste of time.” I nodded to

accentuate my point.

A couple of kids clapped, but soon it died down under Mrs. Whitehead’s

unceasing gaze. The bitter taste of regret worked its way to the back of my throat.

It burned a little like a vurp.

Mrs. Whitehead frowned. “Fair enough. Let’s go over it, then, and maybe you’ll

get more out of it.”

Even after talking about it for the next hour, I still didn’t get it. I mean, Mrs.

Whitehead seemed to find Billy Budd very enlightening, and if all that was in there,

great. I didn’t see it. Sometimes I wondered if people overanalyzed a book. Maybe

the writer didn’t really mean all that stuff, and you saw something that wasn’t meant

to be there, ya know? In this case we’d never know. Melville had been dead over

two hundred years, so asking him wasn’t really an option.

When the bell rang, I gathered my things quickly, hoping to escape the classroom

without confrontation. With her gaze burning a hole in the back of my head, I kept

my eyes glued to the floor. I was pretty sure her spectacles magnified her stare,

the way the sun’s heat is more intense through a magnifying glass. I reached up to

scratch my scalp, making sure she hadn’t given me a bald spot. I rounded the front

row of desks and, by some miracle, made it out into the hall where I disappeared

among the sea of bodies.

Once I was a safe distance from Mrs. Whitehead’s room, I leaned against a row

of lockers. One of these days you should really learn to hold your tongue, I thought. I

took a deep breath, checked the top of my head one more time, and continued on to

my next class: History.

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Let's see. What do you want to know about me? I love apocalypse movies like 2012 (which is probably why my first book is sort of apocalyptic), I love to read, I love my fur babies, my husband and my family.

I'm a graphic designer by trade, but hoping to some day be able to write full time.

Dan, my husband, and I are brand new parents and loving life!

As far as writing goes, The Blackout was my first published novel, but I've been writing for quite awhile. I won honorable mention in the 72nd Annual Writer's Digest Competition for a short story junior year of college, so that was...awhile ago anyway. Although I published a scholarly paper senior year, fiction writing has always been my passion. Can't wait to see what's next!