Blog Tour + Excerpt: Lessons in Falling by Diana Gallagher

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Lessons in Falling coverTitle: Lessons in Falling

Author: Diana Gallagher

Release Date: February 7, 2017

Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Synopsis: When Savannah Gregory blows out her knee – and her shot at a gymnastics scholarship – she decides she’s done with the sport forever. Without gymnastics, she has more time for her best friend, Cassie. She’s content to let her fun, impulsive best friend plan a memorable senior year.

 

That is, until Cassie tries to kill herself.

 

Savannah wants to understand what happened, but Cassie refuses to talk about it and for the first time, Savannah has to find her own way. The only person she can turn to is Marcos, the boy who saved Cassie’s life. Being with him makes her see who she could be and what she really wants: gymnastics.

 

But Cassie doesn’t approve of Marcos or of Savannah going back to gymnastics, and the tighter she tries to hold on to Savannah, the farther it pulls them apart. Without Cassie to call the shots, Savannah discovers how capable she is on her own – and that maybe her best friend’s been holding her back all along.

 

 

Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19545342-lessons-in-falling

 

Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Lessons-Falling-Diana-Gallagher/dp/1633920372/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1467392983&sr=8-1&keywords=Lessons+in+Falling

 

 About the Author:

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Though Diana Gallagher be but little, she is fierce. She’s also a gymnastics coach and judge, former collegiate gymnast, and writing professor. Her work has appeared in The Southampton Review, International GymnastThe Couch Gymnast, The Gymternet, and on a candy cigarette box for SmokeLong Quarterly. She holds an MFA from Stony Brook University and is represented by Tina Wexler of ICM Partners. To learn more, visit dianagallagher.blogspot.com.

 

 

Author Social Media Links:

 

Website: dianagallagher.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DianaMarieGal

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/DianaMarieGal/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7578144.Diana_Gallagher

 

 

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Read below for an excerpt from the book:

As I ease across the intersection, the opening chords of a guitar begin playing over the radio.

 

“Is this what I think it is?” Cassie straightens up.

 

“Seventh grade summer anthem? Hell, yes.”

 

“Remember when we met those kids from Australia down at South Cross?” She’s already grinning. “They were all, ‘We’re pro surfers’ so you challenged them to a swim race?”

 

“You mean when you volunteered me?” I bet my friend Savannah could take all of you, she’d said, fists on the hips of her mint-green bikini bottom.

 

They’d eyed me over their sunglasses. Her?

 

The wind had sent Cassie’s hair flying, yet she’d never budged. Count of three. One…two…

 

Sprinting into the water, the adrenaline of competition coursing through me, Cassie shouting

from the shore, You got this, Savannah! Show them how we do it in America!

 

“Either way, I beat their asses,” I say. They’d pretended to chase me out of the water, so I splashed through the foam and back up to Cassie. She’d thrown her arms around me despite the fact that I was soaking wet.

 

She nods sagely. “I was honored to know you.”

 

Next thing I know, we’re belting out the lyrics with the windows rolled down, screaming over the frigid air. The infectious beat on the highest volume obliterates any remaining tension. Cassie reaches out her hand and lets the wind bat it back, her curls tangling in her face, too busy singing to push them away.

 

“Drum solo!” I yell, forgetting my vehicular fear for a moment to bang my hands against the steering wheel.

 

“Someone get this girl a record deal!” she yells back.

 

I thrash my hair, completely destroying all of my earlier efforts to straighten it, and she laughs.

 

“Dammit, Savannah,” she says as the reverberation begins to fade. “What would I do without you?”

 

“Swim against Australian surfers on your own.”

 

She whacks my arm and we crack up again.

 

I wish that we could keep driving. Pass the bridge to South Cross and see where we end up. Montauk for the sunrise. New York City, the opposite direction, forthe lights. The two of us, the way it’s always been.

 

Ah, but not tonight.