{"id":15044,"date":"2021-10-19T06:00:46","date_gmt":"2021-10-19T10:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/?p=15044"},"modified":"2021-10-18T12:31:47","modified_gmt":"2021-10-18T16:31:47","slug":"blog-tour-jadie-in-five-dimensions-by-dianne-k-salerni-excerpt-giveaway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/blog-tour-jadie-in-five-dimensions-by-dianne-k-salerni-excerpt-giveaway\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour: Jadie in Five Dimensions by Dianne K. Salerni (Excerpt + Giveaway!)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"ubb-blog-tour-banner\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.rockstarbooktours.com\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/JADIE-IN-FIVE-DIMENSIONS.jpg\" alt=\"Blog Tour: Jadie in Five Dimensions by Dianne K. Salerni (Excerpt + Giveaway!)\"><\/a><\/p><p>Happy Tuesday and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for JADIE IN FIVE DIMENSIONS by Dianne K. Salerni! I&#8217;m so excited because today I have an excerpt of the book to share with you! This book is truly amazing and I&#8217;m so excited to for you to find out more about it, PLUS enter for a chance to win a print copy!<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/jadie-in-five-dimensions-cover.png\" alt=\"Blog Tour: Jadie in Five Dimensions by Dianne K. Salerni (Excerpt + Giveaway!)\" title=\"Blog Tour: Jadie in Five Dimensions by Dianne K. Salerni (Excerpt + Giveaway!)\" class=\"ubb-cover-image alignleft\"><strong>Jadie in Five Dimensions<\/strong> by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/authors\/dianne-k-salerni\/\">Dianne K. Salerni<\/a> <br><strong>Published on<\/strong>  October 5, 2021 by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/publishers\/holiday-house\/\">Holiday House<\/a> <br><strong>Genres:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/middle-grade\/\">Middle Grade<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/fantasy\/\">Fantasy<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/science-fiction\/\">Science Fiction<\/a> <br><strong>Pages:<\/strong> 288 <br><strong>Add to <\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/56294910-jadie-in-five-dimensions\" target=\"_blank\">Goodreads<\/a> <br><strong>Author Links:<\/strong> <a href=\"http:\/\/diannesalerni.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Website<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/diannesalerni\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Twitter<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/DianneKSalerni\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Facebook<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/903992.Dianne_K_Salerni\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Goodreads<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3mYQgpB\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Amazon<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/dksalerni\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Pinterest<\/a> <br><blockquote class=\"ubb-synopsis\"><p><i><b>What do you do when it turns out your whole life has been a lie? <\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<p>Jadie Martin was always told she was abandoned by her parents. Creatures from the 4th dimension rescued her and placed her with a loving adoptive family. Now, Jadie acts as an agent for the beings, also known as Seers. She uses the 4th dimension as a short-cut to travel anywhere on Earth, performing missions calculated to guide the world toward a brighter future.<br \/>\nBut then Jadie discovers that her origin story is fake. In reality, her birth family has suffered multiple tragedies and disasters engineered from 4-space, including the devastating loss of their baby girl. <i>Her! <\/i><br \/>\nDoubting the Seers, Jadie starts anonymously observing her long-lost family. Why are they so important? What are the true intentions of the Seers? And what will all-powerful four-dimensional beings do to a rebellious human girl when they realize she's interfering with their plans?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\t\t<script type=\"application\/ld+json\">\n{\n\t\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\n\t\"@type\":\"Review\",\n\t\"datePublished\": \"2021-10-19T10:00:46+00:00\",\n\t\"description\": \"Happy Tuesday and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for JADIE IN FIVE DIMENSIONS by Dianne K. Salerni! I'm so excited because today I have an excerpt of the book to share with you! This book is\",\n\t\"publisher\": {\n\t\t\"@type\": \"Organization\",\n\t\t\"name\": \"Kait Plus Books\"\t},\n\t\"url\": \"https:\\\/\\\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\\\/books\\\/blog-tour-jadie-in-five-dimensions-by-dianne-k-salerni-excerpt-giveaway\\\/\",\n\t\"itemReviewed\": {\n\t\t\"@type\": \"Book\",\n\t\t\"name\": \"Jadie in Five Dimensions\",\n\t\t\"author\": {\n\t\t\t\"@type\": \"Person\",\n\t\t\t\"name\": \"Dianne K. Salerni\",\n\t\t\t\"sameAs\": \"http:\\\/\\\/diannesalerni.com\\\/\"\t\t},\n\t\t\"isbn\": \"0823449092\"\t},\n\t\"author\": {\n\t\t\"@type\": \"Person\",\n\t\t\"name\": \"Kaity\",\n\t\t\"sameAs\": \"https:\\\/\\\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\\\/books\\\/\"\t},\n\t\"reviewRating\": {\n\t\t\"@type\": \"Rating\",\n\t\t\"ratingValue\": false,\n\t\t\"bestRating\": \"5\"\n\t}\n}\n\n\n\n\t\t<\/script>\n\t\t\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13940\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/Read-an-Excerpt-Fall-2021.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My target holds her phone against her ear, scurrying down<span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> the sidewalk in high heels. She\u2019s dragging a wheeled suitcase and carrying a tapestry bag over her shoulder. The bag has sunflowers on it, which is how I know I\u2019ve got the right lady.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Coasting behind her on my skateboard, I weave between pedestrians. One man snarls at me\u2014\u201cWatch it, girl!\u201d\u2014 even though I didn\u2019t touch him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Great. Last thing I need is someone drawing attention to me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Luckily, the woman is too busy talking on her phone to notice. She\u2019s heading for a subway entrance a block ahead, so I have to make my move.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A lot of kids on my middle school soccer team talk about getting into \u201cthe zone.\u201d I call it <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jadie 2. 0<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014 an alternate me that pushes the regular Jadie Martin aside and tells my body what to do. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Speed up. Bend your knees. Lean left.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bearing down on the woman, I hook my fingers under the st rap of her tapestry bag and hurl it as far as I can into traffic.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The bag strikes the windshield of a taxi, spewing its contents over the car and into the street.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The woman whirls toward me with a furious shriek, her hands curved into manicured claws. Cutting sharply away on my board, I call over my shoulder, \u201cSorry!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I only did what I was ordered to do.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Other people shout after me, but only the guy who yelled at me a few seconds ago gives chase. \u201cCome back here, you little punk!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I steer into the closest alley, which turns out to be a mistake. A delivery van blocks the exit, and two guys are stacking crates around the vehicle. There\u2019s no way I can get through them with the angry man ten steps behind me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What I do next is against protocol, but I don\u2019t see an alternative. Hopping off the skateboard, I stamp on the back end and grab the front axle. As my pursuer barrels toward me, his hand outstretched, I stab the round button on my metal bracelet and vanish.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Or at least that\u2019s what it looks like to the man in the alley.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For me, it\u2019s like being knocked from my skateboard while traveling at top speed\u2014 a sudden wrench in a new direction.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Not a normal direction like up, down, left, or right. I\u2019m flying <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">kata, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0out of three- dimensional space.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shutting my eyes to keep from getting dizzy, I hold out my arm. Only when my feet hit a metal platform and my bracelet clicks into a port- lock do I blink and look around. The alley is gone, replaced by what looks like a modern art painting sprung to life. In front of me, gold loops squirm and blue orbs pulse. Off to my right, silver tubes intersect in impossible ways like an optical illusion\u2014 but this isn\u2019t an illusion.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is 4-space.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I glance down between my feet, through the metal grid of the platform. Earth isn\u2019t visible to human eyes from this position, but it\u2019s there. My planet, the solar system, the Milky Way Galaxy . . . the entire three- dimensional universe, in fact, is nest ed inside the vast ness of this four- dimensional universe the way one Russian doll fits inside another.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A red glow illuminates the space around me\u2014 bright enough to see by, but not as satisfying as sunlight or even a strong lightbulb. It reminds me of a fi re burning in the wilderness, which always makes me wonder if these platforms are inside or outside. Or if <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">inside <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0and <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">outside<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> aren\u2019t the only two options when you have four spatial dimensions.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The only things that make sense to my eyes are the platform I\u2019m standing on and the items I brought with me: my skateboard and my bracelet, where today\u2019s assignment is spelled out on a small screen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Woman with luggage walking toward subway station. Sunflower tapestry bag. Throw into traffic.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Underneath these instructions are the spatial coordinates of the event\u2014 a string of numbers that mean nothing to me.They placed me in the correct location for my mission, but they aren\u2019t necessary to get me home.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the edge of the platform there\u2019s a clunky console that looks like something from the 1960s. It has large, numbered keys for entering coordinates on the way to a course correction, and three buttons labeled Complete, Incomplete, and Return to be used afterward.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hugging my skateboard under my arm, I push Complete.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The screen on my bracelet goes blank.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Assignments like this leave me conflicted. On one hand, I\u2019m pumped with adrenaline, like when I intercept a ball on the soccer field. On the other hand, what I did was an aggressive act against a player unaware of the game.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It feels like a foul.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I hope things turn out okay for that lady. Maybe she would\u2019ve been flattened by a bus at the next intersection and the delay I created saved her life. Or maybe, when she misses her train, she passes the time before the next one by buying a winning lottery ticket.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But Miss Rose tells us that the desired outcome of our missions rarely involves the target. The end result of throwing a purse into the street might be four steps removed from the act. Maybe the taxi that got hit with the bag misses a fare, and because of <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">that, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0two people meet who wouldn\u2019t have met if the taxi had been there. They fall in love, get married, and have a kid who someday cures cancer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That would make throwing a stranger\u2019s bag into traffic totally worthwhile.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After I\u2019ve registered my assignment as complete, I push the Return button. The platform whirs into action, sliding past four identical but unoccupied platforms. Traveling through 4-space creates a shortcut between any two locations in 3-space. Therefore, it\u2019s only seconds before my platform stops, the port- lock releases my bracelet, and I\u2019m yanked ana, the direction opposite from kata. The machine returns me to the same location I departed from earlier today: my bedroom in my house in Kansas, slipping me between the walls and the roof through the open fourth dimension (which is visible from 4-space even though humans can\u2019t perceive it). The adult Agents nicknamed this machine the Transporter because when it deposits me on the fuzzy blue rug in the center of my room, I appear in the blink of an eye, like in <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Star<\/span><\/i> <i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Trek.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alia Malik looks up without any surprise and says, \u201cHey, Jadie.\u201d She\u2019s lying on my bed, scrolling on her phone. \u201cWhere you been?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA city. Not sure where.\u201d I drop my skateboard and nudge it with my foot, sending it off to a corner of the room. Alia isn\u2019t surprised that I appeared out of nowhere, but I\u2019m a little surprised to see her. She\u2019s my neighbor and a fellow Agent, but she\u2019s not usually waiting in my bedroom when I get back from missions.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI went to Thailand,\u201d she says. \u201cThird time this month.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alia, her sister, and her parents often get sent to Thailand, the country of Alia\u2019s grandparents. I wish I would get assignments overseas. \u201cDid you see anything interesting?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alia snorts. \u201cI was in a field. I opened a fence. What\u2019d you do?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI threw some lady\u2019s purse into traffic.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJadie!\u201d Alia gasps in partly fake, partly real horror. \u201cYou get all the mean ones.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She\u2019s not wrong. I hope it\u2019s because I\u2019m athletic and not because Miss Rose thinks I\u2019m a criminal at heart.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alia flashes a wide, forced smile. \u201cI have a favor to ask. Any chance you\u2019d babysit for me tomorrow?\u201d She holds up her arm and rattles a bracelet identical to mine.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Babysit. <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She wants me to take her bracelet and cover her assignments, which is against the rules. Course corrections are designed specifically for each Agent. We aren\u2019t supposed to swap them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alia sees my hesitation and starts begging. \u201cPlease, Jadie!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There\u2019s a <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cosmic Knight <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0tournament tomorrow. I can\u2019t leave in the middle without forfeiting.\u201d Alia is obsessed with the online game <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cosmic Knight, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0a race- slash- battle among alien players\u2014 water- breathing assassins, murderous spider ladies, poisonous floating gas bags\u2014 seeking a mysterious token that will protect the finder\u2019s homeworld from destruction. I played once, but I prefer soccer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf you tell Miss Rose, she won\u2019t give you a mission while it\u2019s going on,\u201d I point out. Our 4-space liaison doesn\u2019t assign course corrections during activities where our disappearance would be noticed. When Alia chews her fingernail and avoids my eyes, I get it. \u201cOhhh. You\u2019re grounded again.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She grimaces. \u201cI failed a history test . I\u2019m not supposed to be out of the house this weekend, except for course corrections, and Mom says no online activities for two weeks. But she and Dad will be at Tehereh\u2019s color guard competition tomorrow, soooo . . .\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI have a soccer game in the morning.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI wouldn\u2019t need you until one o\u2019clock.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I sigh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI already asked Huan and Jin.\u201d Those are the fifteen-year- old Agents across the cul-de-sac. \u201cBut they\u2019re visiting colleges this weekend. I know your brother would do it\u2014 Ty probably would, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">for a price<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014 but I don\u2019t trust them to get the job done. No offense to Marius.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNone taken.\u201d My brother, Marius, is always willing to help a friend but sometimes lacks good judgment. As for my next- door neighbor, Ty Rivers, I wouldn\u2019t want to give him that kind of blackmail material if I were Alia.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She presses her hands together. \u201c<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Help<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> me, Jadie Martin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You\u2019re my only hope.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I recognize the line from <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Star Wars<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> but shoot back, \u201cYou mean your <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">last <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0hope. \u2019Cause you already asked Huan and Jin, crossed off Marius and Ty, and you can\u2019t ask your sist er or one of the adults to do it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cC\u2019mon. I probably won\u2019t get an assignment during the couple of hours you have the bracelet.\u201d She hesitates. \u201cI know you don\u2019t want to get in trouble with the Seers because of . . . you know . . . but\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBecause of what?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alia shrugs like she doesn\u2019t want to bring it up. \u201cBecause you owe them your life.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My shoulders hunch automatically, but I try to look like it\u2019s no big deal.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Twelve years ago, my natural- born parents abandoned me by the side of a highway in the middle of a snowstorm. Like trash.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I should have died. But superintelligent beings from a higher dimension sent their best Agents to rescue me and raise me as their own daughter. I grew up in a loving family with great parents and a brother who\u2019s an idiot sometimes, but still my brother. For the past six months, since I turned thirteen, I\u2019ve had the honor of serving as an Agent myself, assisting the Seers in their mission to put Earth on track for a brighter future. When they tell me to mug a lady on the street, I do it and do it well.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I see that Alia\u2019s face is falling, and I <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">feel<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> like trash on the side of the highway, disappointing my friend rather than break one tiny rule. It\u2019s only a couple of hours, and if Alia is asked to close a fence in Thailand, I can close that fence as well as she can. In fact, I bet I can close a fence like it\u2019s never been closed before.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ll do it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Sam Lowell hears the apartment door open and close, but,<span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> engrossed in gluing Popsicle sticks together, he doesn\u2019t register it for several minutes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The drawing in front of him serves as his guide. The \u201cimpossible cube,\u201d the geometric basis for the M. C. Escher print <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Belvedere, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0is simple to sketch\u2014 a cube with one of the back edges cleverly drawn to look like a front edge.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Of course, it\u2019s not really a cube but a two- dimensional drawing the human eye <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">imagines<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> as a cube. This object couldn\u2019t exist in three dimensions, although Sam has read it\u2019s possible to make parts of it from Popsicle sticks and\u2014 by photographing them from the right angle\u2014 cause them to <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">look<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> like an impossible cube.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s trick photography, but it might help him with his project.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">First, he has to get his fake cube parts assembled correctly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As he works, a series of thoughts penetrates the fortress of his concentration.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> One of his parents came home a few minutes ago.\u00a0<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Dad is out of town, presenting his latest physics theory at Princeton and hoping for funding, a teaching position, or ideally, both.\u00a0<\/span><\/li>\n<li><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> Mom had a job interview today. If things went well, she would\u2019ve burst into Sam\u2019s room to tell him.\u00a0<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sam puts down the sticks and the Elmer\u2019s glue. Spurning the crutch that leans against the wall, he pushes himself to his feet, careful not to put too much weight on his left leg. That knee has a tendency to give way without warning. The crutch helps, but he hates it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There\u2019s an eerie, horror- movie, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">what-am-I-going-to-find<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> feeling to those dozen steps down the hall that end at the sight of his mother seated on the living room couch, bent forward with her head in her hands. Cleopatra, their sleek black cat, rubs against her shins as if trying to provide comfort. Or asking to be fed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMom?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her head jerks up, and for a second she tries to smile. Then her face crumples and tears come. \u201cI didn\u2019t get it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">he\u2019d already guessed. He looks at the time. It\u2019s six o\u2019 clock\u2014 later than he realized. \u201cWere they interviewing you all this time just to tell you <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">no<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She shakes her head. \u201cThe woman was late. Missed her plane in Cincinnati. They said I could wait, that she was getting on the next flight. I sat there for two hours. When she finally showed up, she told me she filled the job <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">on the plane, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0gave it away to the woman sitting next to her. She laughed like I was supposed to think it was funny\u2014 some kid tried to steal her bag and made her miss her first flight so that she ended up sitting next to a friend from college who needed a job.\u201d She throws out her hands.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat was I supposed to say? <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> needed that job!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sam plops down beside her on the couch and catches one of her hands in his own. \u201cYou should\u2019ve told her off , Mom.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI couldn\u2019t. You can\u2019t burn bridges.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sam looks at their hands together. Her fingers are white and too thin, with nails bitten down to the nub. She slips her hand away from his and shifts it to his damaged knee. \u201cHow\u2019s the physical therapy?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sam hasn\u2019t been to therapy in weeks. The owner of the place, the guy who worked with Sam, was okay. But his wife ran the front desk and reminded Sam every visit how much money they owed. She kept saying, \u201cTherapy can\u2019t take the place of reconstructive surgery. Has that been scheduled?\u201d She knew perfectly well his parents didn\u2019t have insurance or any way to pay for surgery.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cleo jumps onto the sofa beside him and butts her head against his hand. Sam rubs her ears and says, \u201cThey gave me exercises to work on at home.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His mother gazes at his face, and for a second Sam thinks she\u2019s going tell him he\u2019s not allowed to quit therapy. But her eyes are distant. \u201cI have to call your father and tell him I didn\u2019t get the job.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sam\u2019s good leg jiggles up and down. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to call him tonight. Let him\u2014\u201d <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Let him present his proposal without worrying<\/span><\/i> <i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">about you. <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0But he can\u2019t say that.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe knew I had this interview. He\u2019s probably waiting to hear from me.\u201d She stands and picks up her phone while Sam watches, rubbing his hands against his jeans legs. Her eyes dart to the Lowell family portrait hanging on the wall above the bookshelves.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe have more bad luck,\u201d she whispers, \u201cthan any family ought to have.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After she leaves the room to make the dreaded call in private, Sam stares at the photograph that\u2019s been haunting him practically his whole life. He doesn\u2019t want to feed Mom\u2019s paranoid delusions, but he has to admit it sometimes seems like the universe holds a grudge against the Lowell family.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With a sigh, he gets up to verify the number of pills his mother has left in her prescription and prepare himself for the battle of getting her to take them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My team massacres our opponents on Saturday morning,<span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> and Coach invites everyone to her house on Sunday for a make- your- own taco celebration. During the ride home, Mom and I verbally replay every high point of the game, and my good mood last s until we pull into our neighborhood and I remember my promise to Alia.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s not that I\u2019m such a goody- two- shoes about breaking one small rule. And it\u2019s not because I think I owe the Seers. Alia\u2019s wrong about that. My life isn\u2019t a debt that needs to be paid. It\u2019s an <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">obligation. <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0The Seers didn\u2019t just <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">save<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> me; they chose to have me raised by Agents and trained as one myself. They have a purpose for me, and I don\u2019t want to let them down.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mom drops me off and turns the car around for a grocery run. I shower and change, and then, even though I\u2019m starving, I head for Alia\u2019s house because it\u2019s almost one o\u2019clock.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The four houses in our cul-de-sac belong to the families who make up Miss Rose\u2019s Agents\u2014 ours first , then the Riverses, the Li house, and the Maliks. Miss Rose arranged it this way so we can avoid nosy neighbors and support each other while executing our duties.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Switching bracelets is probably not what she had in mind.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Outside, my brother and Ty are playing basketball in our driveway. Well, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Marius<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> is playing while Ty, who\u2019s about as athletic as belly button lint, stands to the side, hunched over his phone. \u201cI\u2019m telling you, it\u2019ll work,\u201d he says to Marius, tossing blond hair out of his eyes. \u201cI\u2019m positive.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Eyes on the net, Marius ignores his friend. Which, in my opinion, is a good thing because whatever Ty is planning will get Marius into trouble.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When they were eleven, they tried to blow up a tree stump with fi reworks. Marius got his eyebrows singed off . When they were twelve, they used Ty\u2019s drone to strafe Melissa Pierce\u2019s birthday party with VOTE MARIUS CLASS PREZ campaign flyers <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0He lost all the girls\u2019 votes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMarius,\u201d Ty says loudly, trying to get his attention.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIn a minute.\u201d Marius nails a jump shot. \u201cAnd the crowd goes wild!\u201d He catches the ball on its bounce and struts in a circle, pumping his arm.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHey, give it here!\u201d I shout, holding out my hands.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My brother grins and passes the ball to me. I catch it, dart around him, and execute a perfect lay-up. The ball drops through the hoop, and Marius intercepts it. \u201cNiiice. But not as good as mine. One-on-one?\u201d He waggles his eyebrows.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ty glares balefully at me from beneath his bangs. I\u2019m tempted to say yes to thwart his latest caper, whatever it is.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Plus, Marius and I have an ongoing friendly competition over sports, control of the television remote, and who finishes off the best leftovers in the refrigerator.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We\u2019re the same age, we think. He came to us when he was about three years old, speaking Spanish. Dad was assigned to rescue him from a burning building during a course correction and then, to the surprise and delight of my parents, was instructed to keep him and raise him in our family.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe later,\u201d I offer. \u201cI promised to do something for Alia.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cChicken.\u201d He only pretends to say it under his breath.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ll pay for that!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When I knock on Alia\u2019s front door, she greets me wearing a headset and talking into a mic. \u201cRL, dudes,\u201d she says.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAFK, BRB.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLMNOP,\u201d I joke.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alia doesn\u2019t laugh. I was hoping she\u2019d tell me she already had a course correction today and doesn\u2019t need my help.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Instead, she shoves the bracelet at me, mouths the word <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Thanks, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">and shuts the door in my face.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So. Much. Gratitude.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I head home, stuffing Alia\u2019s bracelet into my back pocket so Marius and Ty don\u2019t see it. I needn\u2019t have bothered. They\u2019re both gone from the cul-de-sac when I walk through, and from the silence in our house, I assume they\u2019ve gone to Ty\u2019s.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lunch pickings are slim, which is why Mom went to the store, so I heat a frozen burrito. When my back pocket starts beeping, I mistake it at first for the microwave before fumbling Alia\u2019s bracelet out.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The screen says:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laptop on desk beside glass of water. Spill water. Blame the cat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This seems pretty fail-proof. I wait for the burrito to finish heating and gobble it down because I\u2019m not leaving for any mission, simple or not, on an empty stomach. With a belch, I jog upstairs to my bedroom to depart from my usual launch point.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Since the Transporter always returns you to the precise point you came from, everyone in my family has a designated location for departure. Otherwise, you might land on an unsuspecting family member on your way back into 3-space!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Inside my room, I unsnap my bracelet, lay it on my dresser, and slip Alia\u2019s on. It\u2019s loose around my wrist , but not enough to slide off. Standing on my fuzzy blue rug, I tighten the ponytail at the back of my head and then push the call button.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When I feel the tug of the Transporter, I close my eyes and let it yank me out of my universe.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Two seconds later, the bracelet hits a portlock but doesn\u2019t seem to catch. My eyes fly open as my chest hits the console <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">hard, <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">and I grab on with my free arm. Making sure both feet are square in the middle of the platform, I check the port- lock, but it\u2019s securely latched after all. The landing felt different because Alia\u2019s bracelet fits loosely.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I exhale in relief. Falling into 4-space is not something any Agent wants to do. Miss Rose often refers to Earth as a mem-brane world\u2014 or sometimes<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0braneworld<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014 because 4-space is so immense the entirety of our universe fits inside it like a scrap of tissue. In spite of this, traveling by Transporter is supposed to be absolutely safe\u2014 otherwise my parents wouldn\u2019t allow me and Marius to do it. I\u2019m more likely to encounter something hazardous on Earth than here in the fourth dimension.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At this moment, however\u2014 on an unauthorized mission\u2014 I don\u2019t exactly feel protected.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cChill out,\u201d I mutter. Releasing my death grip on the console, I punch in the coordinate numbers from the bracelet screen. The platform shifts through 4-space, the port- lock clicks open, and I\u2019m dropped ana, back to Earth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I land in a bedroom\u2014 a small, cramped room where the bed and desk and dresser are so close together there\u2019s barely room to walk between them. My arrival startles a black cat that was sleeping on the bed. It leaps to the floor and bolts from the room, the bell on its collar jingling.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Judging by the decorations and the clothes sticking out of overstuffed drawers, this is a boy\u2019s room. There are lots of books, especially textbooks. A crutch leans against one wall, and a laptop sits, as promised, on the desk next to a glass of water. Hanging on the wall above it is an M. C. Escher print that Miss Rose once used in a lesson on four dimensions.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The instructions say I\u2019m supposed to blame the cat. So I better catch the cat and shut it in this room before completing my mission.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Seers probably planned this mission for a time when the residence is empty, but it doesn\u2019t hurt to be cautious. I tiptoe down the hall of what appears to be an apartment, approaching the entrance to a living room. When I hear nothing\u2014 no voices, no TV\u2014 I call softly, \u201cHere, kitty, kitty.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The cat meows from the top of a waist -high set of bookshelves.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGood kitty.\u201d I approach slowly, wondering how to pick it up without getting scratched or bitten. But when I reach out, the cat trills happily and climbs into my arms. \u201cWell, you\u2019re friendly, aren\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He\u2014 no, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">she<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> butts her head against my chin. Scratching her ears, I glance up at a framed family photograph hanging on the wall. It\u2019s one of those formal portraits you can get taken at the mall, the mom and dad seated on chairs in front of a fake backdrop with their kids on their laps.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The boy, dressed in a little blue suit with a tie, looks like he\u2019s about three years old.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The girl is only a baby, sitting on her mom\u2019s lap in a sleeveless pink dress. The beige skin of her left arm is marked by a stark white birthmark that stretches across her elbow and halfway down her forearm.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My heart flops over in my chest. I drop the cat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13959\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/About-the-Author-Fall-2021.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"ubb-about-author\"><h3>About Dianne K. Salerni<\/h3><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Dianne-K.-Salerni-350x350.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"alignleft ubb-about-author-photo\"><p>Dianne K. Salerni has written many books for children and young adults, including state-award nominated series The Eighth Day and Junior Library Guild selection Eleanor, Alice, and the Roosevelt Ghosts. She attended the University of Delaware and the University of Pennsylvania before teaching fourth and fifth grades for many years. Now Dianne spends her time hanging around creepy cemeteries, climbing 2,000-year-old pyramids for book research, and volunteering at her local rescue animal shelter.<\/p>\n<p class=\"ubb-author-links\"><a href=\"http:\/\/diannesalerni.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Website<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/diannesalerni\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Twitter<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/DianneKSalerni\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Facebook<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/903992.Dianne_K_Salerni\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Goodreads<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3mYQgpB\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Amazon<\/a> | <a href=\"http:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/dksalerni\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Pinterest<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13957\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/Follow-the-Tour-Fall-2021.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" \/><b><\/b><\/p>\n<h2><strong>Week One<\/strong><\/h2>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/18\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rockstarbooktours.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Rockstar Book Tours<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Kickoff Post<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/18\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bookhoundsya.net\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">BookHounds Ya<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Excerpt<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>10\/19\/2021<\/strong><\/td>\n<td><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/kaitgoodwin.com\/books\">Kait Plus Books<\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<td><strong>Excerpt<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/19\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.imshelfish.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I&#8217;m Shelfish<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Excerpt<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/20\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/www.jazzybookreviews.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jazzy Book Reviews<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Excerpt<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/20\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.twochicksonbooks.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Two Chicks on Books<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Excerpt<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/21\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/bibliosini.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bibliosini<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/21\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/arnoldjaime13.tumblr.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jaime&#8217;s World<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Excerpt<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/22\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/rajivsreviews.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Rajiv&#8217;s Reviews<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span 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Salerni!<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>(US Only)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13968\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/Questions-and-Answers-Fall-2021-1.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" \/><\/p>\n<p>What do you think about <em>Jadie in Five Dimensions<\/em>? Have you added it to your tbr yet? 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