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Set in 2083, when 13-year-old Elyana's extraordinary size and powers draw unwanted attention from the government, she steals a protective suit and escapes the safety of the eco-dome in search of her real mother. After hijacking a helicopter, Elyana drops into the world of those forced to live outside, faces off with the FBI & is embroiled in an inter-world strategy to save Earth. 1st in a series. More
First book in a series.
For Middle Grade & up & hi-lo for the struggling reader, Elyana Misfit is a fast-paced eco-sci-fi. Elyana is an adolescent kids can relate to; she often does or says the wrong thing, drawing unwanted attention from the hyper-alert government.
Unsafe in the Lansing Dome she is hunted by the FBI, captured by criminals and endangers the lives of many, including her Mom and Dad. Elyana’s struggle to control her powers and understand herself changes the earth and another planet.
In 2083 in the Lansing, Michigan dome, Elyana is a thirteen-year-old girl who is too big, too strong, and too smart to have friends, has freaky eyes she hides with shades and strange powers she doesn’t understand. She repeatedly dreams of a woman who looks like her – red hair and freaky green eyes. The woman sings to her in a language she has never heard before, but intuitively understands. Elyana longs to meet this woman, who is the only one that looks like she does.
In a review on Amazon.com, Librarian Bonnie Traverse wrote: “Elyana Misfit is one of those “read-it-in-one-setting” stories. The main character, like many teens, not only searches but takes action to discover her true self. In this story people face a bleak future, but the message suggests we avoid it by taking care of our earth. L.K. Sigle writes an interesting and hopeful tale. It’s a winner.”
Through the setting, action and characters’ thoughts, the book presents several subjects that would make for good class discussion: being friendless and isolated; being adopted, actual or suspected; the environment; us and them mentality – what responsibility do we have for those less fortunate (as those outside the dome), government’s role in caring for its citizens. None of these subjects are discussed in the book, but bring awareness through the action of the characters. A teachers’ companion guide is available Fall, 2013.
Lansing, Michigan Dome
Tuesday, September 28, 2083
I don’t want anyone gawking at my lanky, boobless body so I choose a locker around the corner from the other thirteen-year-olds.
No way can I compare myself to them. My name is Elyana, but my seven-foot body scarcely registers that I’m a girl.
I stash my shades on the shelf, strap goggles over my freaky eyes and plop down on the cold bench to wait for the other girls to head for the pool. Maybe they wouldn’t be so slow if they didn’t yak so much.
I mostly tune them out until one of them parrots her dad. She says the losers on Long Island chose to live there. Now that the dome is flooding, they’re on their own. There’s no room for them in other domes.
Crap! I don’t want to think about that, but the vision comes anyway. I hear the people cry for help. They flail their arms against the rising waters.
Not good. Stop imagining, Elyana. But the vision won’t go away. It cranks up my energy until my muscles scream. They need to move.
I jog in place, but can’t stop the energy that flows out of my body. Locker doors bang open and closed.
Can’t stop it.
Better run for the pool. Ignore the girls who squeal at the unexplained animation. I splash through the footbath and with a couple of long strides dive into the deep end.
I slice through the water and shed pieces of myself.
Round and round I swim, losing inches. Losing years. Losing my place in the universe. I’m swimming, thrashing, but not in the pool. I’m
elsewhere swimming with something silvery.
Thousands of buggy eyes stare at me. Big mouths open and close. The monsters are going to eat me. I open my mouth to cry and it fills with water. I sink and thrash wildly to find air, to get away from them.
When my feet touch the bottom of wherever I am, the monsters dart at me again. Buggy eyes. Open mouths.
I push up and pump my legs. That helps. Now both legs and arms are moving. Thrashing. Thrashing.