the ebook is here! plus other one-stop shopping links.

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Lots of FRAMES links for you today.

CLICK HERE for the KINDLE version.

HERE for the PAPERBACK version.

OVER HERE for the facebook event invite for LOCAL AUTHOR NIGHT (Grand Rapids).

AND ESPECIALLY HERE if you haven't yet "liked" the FRAMES facebook page.


Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. (Visit the links already.)

Comments

  1. AriaSeptember 19, 2015 at 5:20 PM

    Exciting! Can't wait for the Author night. Awesome work, you are an inspiration, super grateful our paths have crossed.

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    1. Amy PhillipsSeptember 21, 2015 at 1:22 PM

      Thank you, Vanessa! I am glad you are in my life.

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  2. RANovember 21, 2015 at 6:17 AM

    Fascinating piece, Amy. What's type of HS is he in? I'm just curious about the class/ethnic issues that he might be facing.

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  3. RANovember 21, 2015 at 6:18 AM

    Fascinating piece, Amy. What sort of HS is it? I'm interested in the possible class/ethnic issues behind the story.

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    1. Amy PhillipsNovember 23, 2015 at 9:09 AM

      Thank you. The drug story, you mean? A public high school. And those are good questions. I have a picture of this kid in my head, but I never bothered to ask Simon the specifics.

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