After Party Blog Tour-Deleted Scene

I am very excited to be a part of the blog tour for Afterparty by Ann Redisch Stampler. Although this book has been out for some time now, the creators of this blog tour wanted to give it the extra promotion that it deserves.

About the book:

Emma is tired of being good. Always the dutiful daughter to an overprotective father, she is the antithesis of her mother--whose name her dad won't even say out loud. That's why meeting Siobhan is the best thing that ever happened to her… and the most dangerous. Because Siobhan is fun and alluring and experienced and lives on the edge. In other words, she's everything Emma is not.

And it may be more than Emma can handle.

Because as intoxicating as her secret life may be, when Emma begins to make her own decisions, Siobhan starts to unravel. It's more than just Dylan, the boy who comes between them. Their high-stakes pacts are spinning out of control. Elaborate lies become second nature. Loyalties and boundaries are blurred. And it all comes to a head at the infamous Afterparty, where debauchery rages and an intense, inescapable confrontation ends in a plummet from the rooftop...

This explosive, sexy, and harrowing follow-up to Ann Redisch Stampler's spectacular teen debut, Where It Began, reveals how those who know us best can hurt us most.

About the Author

Ann Redisch Stampler is the author of young adult novels Where It Began and Afterparty, as well as several picture books, including The Rooster Prince of Breslov. Her books have been an Aesop Accolade winner, Sydney Taylor notable books and an honor book, a National Jewish Book Awards finalist and winner, and Bank Street Best Books of the Year. Ann has two adult children and lives in Los Angeles, California with her husband. Website: annstampler.com / Twitter: @annstampler / Facebook: https://facebook.com/WhereItBegan / Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15751652-afterparty

The Deleted Scene

From Ann: "This is the very earliest version of the chapter leading up to Siobhan and Emma coming up with the Afterparty List. The Afterparty List is still there, and more than slightly significant. The lead-up chapter and all the college-obsession stuff is not.

To understand this, you have to know: i.) Marty is Emma’s father, ii.) Marty’s family has a thriving manufacturing business."

We’re sitting in Siobhan’s room making lists for Miss Palmer. Lists of activities we plan to pursue in college, at least one of which should involve saving the planet (including all the lame activities we plan to drop the second we don’t need them to fill up a college application anymore). Lists of the ten adjectives that best describe our compellingly desirable selves, and ten colleges we want to find out more about.

Siobhan is only just barely cooperating because, if she doesn’t, Miss Palmer will haul her into her office for her own private, personal college chat that everyone is trying to avoid.

“We already know where we’re going,” she says. “Remind me why we’re doing this again.”

The fact that Miss Palmer has spent two full class periods forcing us to watch a power point with bar graphs and pie charts and depressing statistics and is constantly handing out stacks of hand-outs that spell out in excruciating detail just how many people -- no doubt with better lists of self-descriptive adjectives than we’re ever going to come up with -- do not get into their top-choice, single digit acceptance Ivy League college, has no effect.

“Eight people went to Columbia last year,” Siobhan says. “Eight! Can you think of eight people smarter than us in our class?”

The entire robotics team? The kids that got the silver in the National Classics Bowl and are busy learning Greek in their space time? Melinda Lee? It’s not that I’m not a good student (with the amount of time I’m trapped in my house working on it, I’d be sadly deficient if I wasn’t) but I’m getting the distinct impression that unless I quickly start making robots, learn Sandskrit, and get Marty onto the Board of someplace that looks more like a hot college and less like a button, zipper, and hook factory, my chances are quite slim.

But there’s no point trying to dissuade Siobhan, and I’m having to put too much energy into coming up with adjectives that don’t contradict each other to try.

“We could make far more useful lists than this,” Siobhan says. “If you insist on sitting here making more lists, we should at least work on a list that we can get some use out of.”

I’m ready to give up. I hit the wall at six adjectives, and I’m ready to do almost anything else. “Top ten burgers? You want to drive over to Golden State? Eating is one of the ten top things I’d rather be doing than this.”

“Top ten clubs,” she says.

“Top ten forgers who can get you an ID to get into the top ten clubs.”

“You want an ID? I can so get you an ID. Why didn’t you say something before?”

“Because I don’t want an ID. Who in their right mind would think I’m 21? Plus, if Marty found it, I wound’t live to 21. What I want is a burger and sweet potato wedges.”

“You need a list of things to do this year other than feed the poor,” Siobhan says. “You need to start going to parties and see what it feels like to get drunk and smoke a joint and start doing all the stuff you’re supposed to be doing with Jean-Luc with a real guy. Or you’ll be completely unprepared for college. You’re missing the ten top normal experiences of high school.”

“Make plentiful use of red plastic cups? Scam on some guy you’re never going to see again. Throw up in wastebasket. Yeah, get me some of that.”

“Do you see me throwing up in any waste baskets? Think about it: Who has better weekends, you or me?”

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The Tour Schedule:

If you want to follow the whole blog tour you can find the full schedule @ Read Now Sleep Later!  Be sure to check out She Reads She Blogs who did an interview with Ann yesterday! This blog tour continues tomorrow at The Consummate Reader.