In Margo’s world, the ‘imperfect’ are recycled. Literally.
Margaret Verrall dreams of marrying the boy she loves and spending her life with him. But she’s part of the underground network of Believers – and that carries the death penalty. But before she can be unmasked as a Believer, she fails her Sorting and is reassigned as spare parts. Bane swears to rescue her before she can be dismantled, but a chance to take on the system ups the stakes beyond mere survival. Now she has to break out of the Facility—or face the worst punishment of all: Conscious Dismantlement.
If you enjoy books like THE HUNGER GAMES, UNWIND, or NEVER LET ME GO but wish they had that inspirational edge, I AM MARGARET is the book you’ve been waiting for! This page-turner combines adventure and suspense with a touch of romance, and delves into the real emotional cost of martyrdom and standing up for what you believe.
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I AM MARGARET was a finalist in the CALA Awards 2016.
LIBERATION, Book 3 in the I AM MARGARET series, has been nominated for the CILIP Carnegie Medal Award 2016.
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Total sales are now over 3000.
My parents were waiting in the hall. I almost wished they weren’t. That they were off with Kyle—gone. Mum’s face was so pale.
“Margo, you can’t seriously intend to go today…” Her voice was hoarse with desperation. “You know the chances of… of…”
“I know the chances of me passing are very small.” With great effort I kept my voice from shaking. “But you know why I have to go.”
“It’s not too late…” Bleak hopelessness in Dad’s voice. “The Underground would hide you…”
I had to get out of there. I had to get out before they wore down my resolve.
“It’s too late to teach me to be selfish now,” I snapped, switching automatically from Latin to English as I opened the front door and stepped out onto the step.
“Margo…”
I turned to meet Mum’s embrace and I wanted to cling to her like a little girl, except that was how she was clinging to me. I stroked her hair and tried to comfort her. “It’ll be all right, Mum, really,” I whispered. “I might even pass, you know.”
She released me at last, stepped back, mopping her eyes—trying to be strong for me.
“Of course. You may pass. Keep the faith, darling.” Her voice shook; right here, right now, she could hardly get the familiar words out.
“Keep the faith,” said Dad, and his voice shook too.
I cupped my hand and made the Fish with finger and thumb, behind my bag so the neighbours couldn’t see.
“Keep the faith.” It came out like an order. I blushed, smiled apologetically, took one last look at their faces and hurried down the steps.
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Ilaria Petri
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