Lutie McFee's history has taught her to avoid attachments...to people, to places, and to almost everything. With her mother long dead and her father long gone to find his fortune in Las Vegas, 15-year-old Lutie lives in the god-forsaken town of Spearfish, South Dakota with her twelve-year-old brother, Fate, and Floy Satterfield, the 300-pound ex-girlfriend of her father.
While Lutie shoplifts for kicks, Fate spends most of his time reading, watching weird TV shows and worrying about global warming and the endangerment of pandas. As if their life is not dismal enough, one day, while shopping in their local Wal-Mart, Floy keels over and the two motherless kids are suddenly faced with the choice of becoming wards of the state or hightailing it out of town in Floy's old Pontiac. Choosing the latter, they head off to Las Vegas in search of a father who has no known address, no phone number and, clearly, no interest in the kids he left behind.
MADE IN THE U.S.A. is the alternately heartbreaking and life-affirming story of two gutsy children who must discover how cruel, unfair and frightening the world is before they come to a place they can finally call home.
I'm not gonna lie, I loved WHERE THE HEART IS. Sure, it's a little hokey (and won the Oprah enjoyment kiss of death), but it's a book my grandmother, mother, sister, and I could all enjoy. That's rare. (We all have crossovers, but a crossover with all four? My sister's especially hard since she likes those weepy, cancer patient, lover dies at the end books. Spare me.) Therefore, I'm happy to have the chance to giveaway a different Billie Letts book, courtesy of Hachette Book Group.
So here it is: I've got five copies up for grabs. How do you get one?
A. Live in the USA or Canada and can get stuff at an address that's not a PO box.
B. Leave a comment on this post before Memorial Day.
C. Tip the balance in your favor with extra entries: follow my blog, post about the contest, buy one of Billie Lett's other books.
I'm not even going to make you do anything special in your comment this time. Aren't I a sweetheart?