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One of Kirkus Reviews top 25 Indie books for 2012
Finalist for the National Indie Excellence Book Award in the category of Regional Fiction

5.5X8.5in paperback

194 pages

Fictional Novel

ISBN: 9780615362939

Jimmy James Blood is one of the rarest critically acclaimed indie novels of 2012. Only available through Cedar Street Publishing (a one-woman operation based in the rain-washed mill town of McCleary, Wa), this book could be included in any collection of outlaw writing. Kirkus Reviews called it, “An intense, lyrical portrait of America’s vulnerable underbelly.” Tobi Vail of Bikini Kill and Jigsaw named the book, “The best novel about working class northwest youth.” A finalist for an Indie Excellence National Book Award in the category of Regional Fiction and included in Kirkus Reviews top 25 indie releases of 2012, the novel recounts the dark story of a rough group of teenagers growing up in a twisted rural logging town. Glimpse a raw world where there are no jobs. There is no sense of safety. But there is a small group of loyal friends, a truck waiting with the engine running, a pair of boots covered in blood and a hot 1911 with a pearl pistol grip…

"Anne's powerful storytelling startles readers with its unapologetic bleakness. Her crafting, although gray and humorless, candidly frames the drifting characters in a snapshot of life outside the confines of comfort. An intense, lyrical portrait of America's vulnerable underbelly."
--Kirkus Reviews

Chapter 1: The Hell Out of Dodge:

"The Montana sky opened up and gave me snow. Snow to numb my wounds. Snow to cover my footprints. Snow to cushion the echo of the rifle as I fired it repeatedly.

Eventually, my target became shredded and my pocket empty of bullets. I gathered my debris and sat on my tailgate. I watched the patient conifers gather white snowflakes. I was alone except for lodge pole pine and grand fir. I knew that if I lay down underneath the branches, the green needles would hide my body. If I curled up there, I would soon freeze. Scavengers would eat my flesh. But the trees would remain, untouched. Because my survival meant nothing. I would always be a wild thing crouching. Jubilant only for brief moments during times of plenty. Comfort was ephemeral. Passion short-lived.

On the bench seat of my rusty white Ford was a .40 caliber handgun and a letter with ancient creases. I propped the rifle against the dashboard and climbed in next to the handgun and piece of paper. I tapped the snow from my boots and slammed the door. I had to crank the engine twice before it rumbled to life. At first the heater blew out cold air but soon the snow from my wool gloves melted onto the paper. I re-read the words I had already memorized. The frantic pencil lines were faded and smudged. But they stood out plainly in the reflected light from winter snow..."

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