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In The Neighborhood of True Excerpt


Today I'm doing something I've never done before! I've partnered with Algonquin Books for Young Readers to bring you the first chapter of The Neighborhood of True by Susan Kaplan Carlton. I'm excited to let you dive into the story, and if you get hooked, you won't have to wait too long to read the rest of the book. It comes out on April 9th and can be preordered here*
The book is set in 1958 Atlanta where Ruth has just moved from New York City. She hides her Jewish faith to fit in with the Southern society and be a debutante until a horrifying hate crime forces Ruth to come forward and speak out. All too timely, this book is getting tons of buzz and is a wonderful addition to the YA world that I can't wait to read as well! 



 1
The Whole Truth

1959

The navy dress was just where I'd left it, hanging hollow as a compliment behind the gown I'd worn to the Magnolia  Ball the night everything went to hell in a handbasket.
I thought of Davis and his single dimple and how his hand had hovered at the small of my back, making me feel its phantom weight even when he wasn't touching me. I thought of a diflerent day and a diflerent dress, this one with sunburst pleats-how he'd unzipped it and fanned it out on  the grass that night at the club, how the air was sweet as taffy, and how when we rejoined his family I'd wondered if every pleat was back in place.
"Ruth!" Mother's voice burst into the closet. "Not the morning to dillydally."

"Coming," I said, but I did the opposite of not-dallying. I put the navy dress on over my slip and sat, right there on the closet floor, not giving a fig about wrinkles. It was as if my nerves had pitched the world ten degrees to the left and I had to plunk down to find my balance.
It was cool at  the  back  of the  closet-in  what  I'd  come to think of as my New York section, the land of navies and blacks and grays-where the floor was concrete, smooth and solid beneath me.
When we'd first arrived here at the end of an airless sum­ mer, Mother, who'd changed  from  Mom  to  Mother  when we crossed the Mason-Dixon Line, told her parents, whom we'd always  called  Fontaine  and Mr.  Hank,  that  Nattie and I needed wall-to-wall carpet to cushion  our landing. Maybe  we needed cushioning after the shock of our father's death, or maybe we needed cushioning after moving from our apart­ ment in New York to our  grandparents'  guesthouse  behind the dogwoods. Either way, the next afternoon,  two  men turned up with a roll of white carpet and stapled it over every square inch of the place, save for the closets.
Just like that, we were blanketed in an ironic, improbable snowstorm.
"Now, Ruthie," Mother said, on the other side of the door.

I stood up and pulled in, feeling the dread in my chest prickle from the inside out.
The dress reminded me of Leslie Caron in An  American in Paris, except I was an American in Atlanta , and in the six months I'd been here, my  taste and  I  had gone  from simple to posh to simple again. If the girls in  the pastel posse were in the courtroom today, I bet they'd be in shades of sherbet, rays of sunshine against the February sky.
Today, I didn't want to be sunny.
Today, I wanted to be Plain Ruth, teller of truth.


On the drive  downtown,  Mother  said,  "You  be  your­ self up there, Ruthie. It doesn't have to get ugly." Her short bangs curled down her foreh ead like a question mark.
Here, nothing was suppos ed to get ugly.
As we passed the putting greens on Northside, I watched the trees sway, thinking that  winter was diflerent-  prettier­ in a place where the trees cared enough about their leaves to hold on to them year-round. And also thinking that prettiness had to be planned, th at the sprinklers had to work hard to keep the perfect green lawn from turning back to plain red clay.
I cranked down the window, needing to feel the air.


We were twelve minutes late. Mother was often late, a leftover New York a:fiectation, but today my dallying about dresses had held us up. For a half second, I paused in front of the large door with FULTON COUNTY SUPERIOR COURT etched in gold, then inhaled and turned the knob gently, hoping to avoid a clang.
Clang.
A hundred or more heads swiveled in my direction.
Mother dropped her smile, but then she touched  her pearls and reassembled herself. I followed her lead, hand to my throat, where my own string of pearls-along with my stomach and other major organs-had taken up residence.
The courtroom was impressive, with a soaring ceiling and sunlight flooding in from impossibly tall windows. It looked not unlike the temple at the center of the trouble.
The pastel posse was here after all. I tried to catch Gracie's eye, but she was busy tugging her apricot twinset into place. Mother and I walked past Rabbi Selwick and his wife, both turned out in tweed, and I thought of him at our house with his daughter and her gift of peach preserves. Behind them were women in fur and men in pinstripes. The couples­ probably from the Club-looked like they were waiting for a tray of martinis to glide by.
Mother stepped into the third row, and I slid next to her. Davis was five feet away, at the defendant's table. The collar of his white oxford shirt, crisp and starched, poked out above his blazer. I couldn't tell a single thing Davis was thinking, from looking at the back of his very handsome head.
The attorney nodded to me and twisted his mouth. "You're late." To the judge he said, "We apologize for the delay, Your Honor. We call Ruth Robb to the stand."
My pumps click-clicked on the marble floor. A woman with coral lipstick motioned for me to sit in the witness chair, like on Perry Mason. Goose bumps inched up my arms. I wished I'd thought to bring a cardigan.
She turned to me and said, "Raise your right hand and repeat after me."
I raised my  hand  and  noticed  a  sunburst  carved  into the paneling over the door I'd just walked through, a little moment of brightness.
"Other right," she said.
''I'm sorry." I raised my other hand. "I'm terrible with left and right. I always-"
"Miss-" the judge said, looking down at a note card. "Miss Robb. No need to talk now." He had gray hair and half-glasses, and he gave a half smile.
And I thought: But that's why I'm here. Because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.
The woman picked up a Bible, and I placed my free hand over its worn leather cover. I knew there were two Bibles- one for whites and one for Negroes. I knew because Rabbi Selwick was on a mission to have Negro witnesses use the same Bible as the rest of Atlanta. I thought about asking for the Negro Bible, even though every single person in the court­ room was white, but as the judge himself had said: "No need to talk now."
"Do you swear on this Bible the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" the woman asked.
In the distance,  I  heard  a sprinkler  turn  on. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I glanced at the Bible, the King James version, and it occurred to me I was swearing on the sacred text of another religion, that there wasn't a Tanakh for Jews to pledge their truthfulness upon .
I wanted Davis to look up. I wanted to see if his tie was straight. I wanted to see if he' d nicked himself shaving. I wanted to see the constellation of freckles across his eyelids. I wanted to see how he looked when he looked at me.
And then he did-his true-blue eyes locked right on mine. I felt the heat slide up my cheeks. Davis, who taught me about the Uncivil War, and blowing perfecta smoke rings, and real honest-to-God French-kissing. Davis, who said he wanted us to get married the second we turned twenty-one.
I swallowed. "I do."



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You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone: Review Here
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Our Year of Maybe: Review Here

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