Books with title Whittle Girl

Fawnna, also known as Whittle Girl, is the lone human residing in the parched lowlands. She lives amongst the Squatchers, a band of towering creatures renowned for their fighting prowess. Adopted as an infant by Algor, chief of her tribe, Fawnna possesses a unique ability—the talent for whittling—which has served her tribe well over the years. Not only does she whittle essential items for her beloved Squatcher villagers, she joins them in battle and is responsible for carving the weaponry they require to defend the lowlands. Nearly an adult, Fawnna can’t help but wonder who she is and where she came from. After a series of events, including the arrival of two humans in the lowlands, the murder of her best friend, and her father’s purported death while leading an envoy in search of water, Fawnna is forced to leave her home. She is joined by the humans as she embarks upon a journey for answers about her past and the fate of her father.

Paige Harper is a sixteen-year-old girl who shows the world she has everything anyone could want. In reality, she's living in a personal hell. Her father's death left a void her mother tries to fill with drugs. Her uncle moves in as a surrogate father, but he soon changes his view of her, taking what he wants. When Paige can't pretend everything is fine anymore, she makes a life-altering decision, but the psychological damage is already done. Her perception of her own world is more skewed than anyone ever fathomed: confusing an affair with love, obsession with lust, fiction with the real world. Little Girl looks into the contorted mind of an abused child, keeping you guessing what is true and what is a façade.

I never thought about being white. I didn't have to. I was transparent--no colour at all. I hung out, was a good enough student and no one paid any special attention to me at all. Then I became a white girl.Until she was fourteen, Josie was pretty ordinary. Then her Mom meets Martin, "a real ponytail Indian," and before long, Josie finds herself living on a reserve outside town, with a new stepfather, a new stepbrother, and a new name--"Blondie." In town, white was the ambient noise, the no-colour background. On the reserve, she's White, and most seem to see her only for her blond hair and blue eyes.Her mother's no help. She never leaves the house, gripped by her fear of the "wild Indians" beyond Martin's doorstep. But Josie can't afford to hide out forever. She has to go to school, and she has to get herself a life, one way or another. So bit by bit, she finds a way through the minefields. She makes a friend, Rose, with whom she tries to bridge the chasms between out and in, white and Indian, town and reserve. She finds a family in Martin, Luke, and Grandma.And bit by bit, the place itself, the reserve--the run-down houses, the way the people live in them and around them, the forest and the sea--finds its way into her, like nothing else ever has, or ever will.

"I never thought about being white. I didn't have to. I was transparent&8212;no colour at all. I hung out, was a good enough student and no one paid any special attention to me at all. Then I became a white girl." Until she was fourteen, Josie was pretty ordinary. Then her Mom meets Martin, "a real ponytail Indian," and before long, Josie finds herself living on a reserve outside town, with a new stepfather, a new stepbrother, and a new name&8212;"Blondie." In town, white was the ambient noise, the no-colour background. On the reserve, she's White, and most seem to see her only for her blond hair and blue eyes. Her mother's no help. She never leaves the house, gripped by her fear of the "wild Indians" beyond Martin's doorstep. But Josie can't afford to hide out forever. She has to go to school, and she has to get herself a life, one way or another. So bit by bit, she finds a way through the minefields. She makes a friend, Rose, with whom she tries to bridge the chasms between out and in, white and Indian, town and reserve. She finds a family in Martin, Luke, and Grandma. And bit by bit, the place itself, the reserve&8212;the run-down houses, the way the people live in them and around them, the forest and the sea&8212;finds its way into her, like nothing else ever has, or ever will.