Laura Ruby (1) (1977–)
Author of Bone Gap
About the Author
Laura Ruby writes fiction for adults, young adults, and children. Her works include Good Girls, Play Me, Bad Apple, Lily's Ghosts, The Wall and the Wing, The Chaos King, the York Trilogy, and a collection of interconnected short stories about blended families for adults entitled I'm Not Julia show more Roberts. She won the 2016 Michael L. Printz Award for Bone Gap. She teaches at Hamline University's Masters in Writing for Children Program. (Bowker Author Biography) show less
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Works by Laura Ruby
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Everything I Needed to Know About Being a Girl I Learned From Judy Blume (2007) — Contributor — 339 copies, 16 reviews
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- Canonical name
- Ruby, Laura
- Birthdate
- 1977-04-17
- Gender
- female
- Nationality
- USA
- Birthplace
- New Jersey, USA
- Places of residence
- Chicago area, Illinois, USA
- Education
- Rutgers University (BA ∙ English)
- Occupations
- creative writing professor
novelist
children's book author - Organizations
- Queens University of Charlotte
Hamline University - Awards and honors
- Printz Award (2016)
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Statistics
- Works
- 12
- Also by
- 2
- Members
- 3,792
- Popularity
- #6,684
- Rating
- 3.8
- Reviews
- 179
- ISBNs
- 156
- Languages
- 8
Not nearly as captivating and seamless as Margo Lanagan or Maggie Stiefvater in terms of magical realism, but compelling enough to propel me through this book over the weekend.
Favorite quotes:
"There will be boys who will tell you you're beautiful, but only a few will see you."
The field should have had rich green grass springing up around the horse's knees, it should have been wild with bluebells and violets and larkspur, bayberry and lily and clover, but the field burned gold in the thin light of the moon, and Finn wondered why the grass and the flowers seemed to be dying. Surely that was a trick of the eye or the mind or the fact that Petey Willis was warm against him and smelled like a million things you'd want to eat and this was jumbling his thoughts, confusing him, making it hard to pay attention to anything but her.
Miguel's voice boomed in his head. Any minute now, a cat will jump out in front of you and you're going to feel like a dumbass. And just when you relax, the ax murderer will chop off your head. Surprise cat, then head chop. Always in that order.
She was too delicate for that strong, scratchy voice, as if her birdlike outside was just a pretty little tale she liked to tell, and the true story was something she kept deep down inside.
And then her body popped like a kernel of corn, and with that came the boys who followed her down the street, making comments about it and discussing which piece of it they preferred most and what they wanted to stick where, but when she turned around, they told her she was wrecking the view.
The rain stopped, leaving the air thicker than it had been before it started, both soupy and charged.
...he had eaten her food as if he had been taking Communion...… (more)