Thursday, June 1, 2017

Blog Tour/Excerpt: My Not So Normal Life: Spy Recruit by Liz Laz

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This is my stop during the blog tour for My Not So Normal Life: Spy Recruit by Liz Laz. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 29 May till 18 June. See the tour schedule here.

My Not So Normal Life: Spy RecruitMy Not So Normal Life: Spy Recruit (My Not So Normal Life #1)
By Liz Laz
Genre: Fiction/ Action/ Adventure
Age category: Middle Grade
Release Date: May 23, 2017


My name is Lily Anne Gemorski. I am not your normal eleven-year-old. I am a spy. I speak four languages and know how to defend against someone three times my size.

As a new recruit, I have learned a lot about being a spy. What I haven't learned is how to lie to my best friend, Becky; or how to get my team captain to stop hating me.

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“Hey, you ever been to this camp?” a tall girl with chestnut hair and wire rimmed glasses asked me.

“No,” I stammered.

The girl shook her head and turned to the girls standing around her.

“Ugh, why doesn’t anyone know anything about this camp?” she asked them.

“I got a flyer in the mail,” I said.

The girl turned back to me.

“Thanks a lot, Captain Obvious, so did we,” said the girl. She gave a look to the other girls that said, “Can you believe this girl?” The girls snickered a little. A few looked at me with a little pity.

I mentally kicked myself. Of course they got flyers. I don’t know why I had said that. And now these girls probably thought I was stupid. I moved away from them.

“It’s obviously not a camp for geniuses,” said the girl under her breath.

I felt my cheeks flush bright red. I kept my back to the girls. I didn’t want to risk them seeing me upset.

More kids arrived. I’d guess there were about fifty of us total. A nice coach bus pulled up outside the automatic doors and we all scurried out to board the bus. It looked much nicer than the yellow school bus I took to go on field trips. The bus looked more like the ones Rose took to out-of-state sport competitions.

I stayed near the back of the line to board the bus last. I took a seat near the front of the bus, next to a window. No one sat next to me. I tried to bury myself in the cushioned seat, wishing I could disappear completely.

The bus driver, a beefy man stood in front of us. His face looked like stone, his face and neck jagged from scars. He stared at us, waiting for us to settle down. When the kids in the back didn’t quiet down, he bellowed for us to shut up.

Silence fell over the bus.

“Alright kids,” said the bus driver, his tone softening but only slightly. “It’s a six hour drive up to Camp Martinsen. We’re making no stops; so don’t even think of asking. There is a restroom in the back of the bus. Try to stay quiet.”

The bus driver sat in his seat and moved the bus into the steady stream of other cars and buses driving through the airport. We slowly meandered through the lanes of traffic until we made it onto the expressway. After a little gridlock, we began to move north and were on our way to Camp Martinsen. I sat alone in my row near the front of the bus. I looked back at the rest of the campers. They chatted with each other. One boy tried to start everyone singing “99 Bottles of Beer” but the tall girl with wire rimmed glasses made him stop by the time he made it to 94 bottles.

About the Author:

Liz Laz began writing as a child and penned her first novel, My Not So Normal Life: Spy Recruit at the age of 15. Liz continued writing in her spare time while attending college at Dominican University and law school at the John Marshall Law School. Liz works as an insurance attorney and writes in her spare time. Liz loves binge watching Parks and Recreation and 30 Rock on Netflix, traveling, and spending time with her family and friends. Liz lives with her rescue dog, Robin Hood, just outside of Chicago.

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