The Book Blog Tour for A Butterfly in Winter by Tara Entwistle-Clark


Butterfly in Winter by Tara


Genre: Young Adult
Tour Host: Lady Amber’s Tours
Allison Stafford is fourteen. As if that is not
enough to deal with in itself, her parents
suddenly move her from her small town in
Vermont to suburban Michigan, all in the
middle of her freshman year of high school.
For Allison, there is more to learn at her new
school than just finding her way around. Soon
she is attempting to make sense of her newly
discovered sexuality, and wondering what it
takes to fit in with the “cool” people at her
school. Despite tragedy and several mistakes,
Allison manages to survive. This novel leads
the reader through the murky depths of high
school, and reminds us all of the importance
of true friendship.
Author Bio:
Tara is always in the middle of something.
Right now, that “something” includes a YA
novel called “How Quick Bright Things” and a
fantasy novel that is nearly done but has no
title. In addition to writing, she loves to read.
Her favorite author of all time is Courtney
Summers. She thinks you should probably
read her instead! No one captures high school
Author Links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Tara7744
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/
Blog: http://tarasbookblog.com/
Buy Link:
Amazon links:
USA: http://www.amazon.com/Butterfly-
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/A-Butterfly-in-
Bayberry Hill Park was half an hour
from Bethlehem in the small town of
Castleton. The park was vast, with hiking
trails, campgrounds and a stable. We parked
near the entrance to the hiking trails. Patrick
grabbed some maps from the information
desk and we walked into the forest. It was
the beginning of May and everything was
green. The forest smelled fresh, like it had
just woken from a long sleep, and the trees
were at full. It was dark inside the trees,
since very little light made its way through
the leaves. We were on a well-beaten dirt
path. We stopped at a clearing and sat down.
Rachel and Patrick sat on a log, with their
backs to the trail. Tim and I leaned against a
tree, sitting in the damp grass.
“Hey, Tim, what happened last
night?” Rachel asked. “We really didn’t get to
talk about it. What’s up with Brian and
Tim sighed, shrugged, and looked at
Rachel. “You know how they are. Angie feels
like she might not have Brian’s complete
attention, so she invents a tragedy. There is
always something. I don’t know. I don’t even
know why I bother hanging around them
“Why do you?” Patrick asked.
“Well, Brian’s my best friend. I’ve
known him since we were both kids. We live
only a few blocks from each other and used to
do everything together. When Angie’s family
moved in, the three of us became inseparable.
Angie got breasts, though, and Brian stopped
thinking about anything else. I don’t really
have anyone but Brian anymore,” Tim
“Tim and I have been hanging out
with them forever,” Rachel added. “There
used to be five of us, but it’s a long story. The
point is we feel obligated to still hang out
with them, even though they’re totally
Patrick nodded. “Yeah, I understand.
Everyone has people like that.” I wondered to
myself if I knew anyone like that. I supposed
there had been people back home, but I
couldn’t think of anyone in particular.
“So, who’s up for hiking?” Patrick
asked. Rachel stood up, wiping dirt off her
butt and reached for his hand.
“You guys go ahead,” I offered,
knowing Rachel was hoping to spend time
alone with Patrick. Tim and I got up, wet from
the grass, and walked away from the clearing
into a large open field. He took off his jacket
and laid it on the ground for me to sit on. I
lay down, facing the sky and closed my eyes.
Tim lay down next to me, on his side, so he
was leaning over me. He kissed me quickly,
softly, and lay back on the ground. We stayed
there staring at the sky, not speaking, for a
few minutes. He pointed out clouds to me and
I smiled, breathing in the warm, spring air. I
turned over on my side, so I was looking at
him, and played with his hair.
“I’m so glad you didn’t wear your hat.
You have the coolest hair,” I said.
“Thanks, I think,” he laughed. “You’re
so awesome. You’re not like anyone else.”
“You’re joking, right? I am so much
like everyone else. I’m boring and plain and I
can’t do anything.”
“That’s not true. You’re beautiful,
funny, and really smart. I could tell you were
smart the first time I met you. I know I never
talked to you much, but I listened.”
I thanked him, blushing. I did not
handle compliments well, mostly because I did
not get them often.
“I don’t know. I just kinda wish I was
more like Rachel,” I said.
“Why? Rachel’s cool and I really like her, but I
like you more.”


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