Looking for JJ

Three children walked away from the cottages on the edge of town toward Berwick Waters. Later that day, only two of them came back. . . . Alice Tully knows exactly what happened that spring day six years ago, though it's still hard for her to believe it. She'll never be able to forget, even though she's trying to lead a normal life--she has a job, friends, and a boyfriend whom she adores. But Alice's past is dangerous, and violent, and sad . . . and it's about to rip her new life apart. Includes a reader's guide.

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  • Format: Paperback

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780152066383

  • ISBN-10: 0152066381

  • Pages: 336

  • Price: $20.95

  • Publication Date: 04/06/2009

  • Carton Quantity: 48

  • Age(s): 12,13,14,15,16

  • Grade(s): 7-12

  • Reading Level:

    • Lexile Reading Level 730L

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Anne Cassidy

Anne Cassidy started writing 15 years ago and is a well known author of several novels for teens, including Looking for JJ, Missing Judy, Talking to Strangers, Tough Love, and Birthday Blues. Looking for JJ was shortlisted for bot the Whitbread award and the Carnegie Medal and won the Booktrust Teenage Book Award in 2004.
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  • reviews

    "Dark, chilling and clever."--Celia Rees, author of The Wish House and Blood Sinister

    "Compassionate, unsensational and unflinching."--The Guardian (London)

    "A skillful tale. . . . The ethical issues and solid, suspenseful storytelling provide many discussion possibilities."--Booklist

    "A sympathetic look at someone who has done the unspeakable and now has to live with the results."--KLIATT

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    Everyone was looking for Jennifer Jones. She was dangerous, the newspapers said. She posed a threat to children and should be kept behind bars. The public had a right to know where she was. Some of the weekend papers even resurrected the old headline: a life for a life!

     

               Alice Tully read every article she could find. Her boyfriend, Frankie, was bemused. He couldn’t understand why she was so fascinated. He put his arm around her shoulder and dipped his mouth into her neck while she was reading. Alice tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and in the end the newspaper crumpled and slipped onto the ground.

     

               Alice couldn’t resist Frankie. He was bigger and taller than she, but that wasn’t difficult. Most people were. Alice was small and thin and often bought her clothes cheaply in the children’s section of clothes shops. Frankie was a giant beside her, and he liked to pick her up and carry her around, especially if they were having an argument. It was his way of making up.

     

               She was lucky to have him.

     

               She much preferred to read the articles about Jennifer Jones when she was on her own. It meant waiting until Rosie, the woman she lived with, was out at work. It gave her plenty of time. Rosie worked long hours. She was a social worker and had a lot of clients to see. In any case, the stories about Jennifer Jones weren’t around all the time. They came in waves. Sometimes they roared from the front page, the headlines bold and demanding. Sometimes they were tiny, a column on an inside page, a nugget of gossip floating on the edge of the news, hardly causing a ripple of interest.

     

               When the killing first happened, the news was in every paper for months. The trial had thrown up dozens of articles from all angles. The events on that terrible day at Berwick Waters. The background. The home lives of the children. The school reports. The effects on the town. The law regarding children and murder. Some of the tabloids focused on the seedier side: the attempts to cover up the crime; the details of the body; the lies told by the children. Alice Tully hadn’t seen any of these at the time. She had been too young. In the past six months, though, she had read as much as she could get her hands on, and the question that lay under every word that had ever been printed was the same: How could a ten-year-old girl kill another child?

                In the weeks leading up to the ninth of June, Alice Tully’s seventeenth birthday, the stories started again. Jennifer Jones had finally been released. She had served six years for murder (the judge had called it manslaughter but that was just a nice word). She had been let out on license, which meant that she could be called back to prison at any time. She had been relocated somewhere far from where she was brought up. She had a new identity and no one would know who she was and what she had done.

     

               Alice fell hungrily on these reports, just as she sat coiled up and tense in front of Rosie’s telly, using her thumb to race past the satellite channels, catching every bit of footage of the Jennifer Jones case. The news programs still used the only photograph that there had ever been of the ten-year-old. A small girl with long hair and bangs, a frowning expression on her face. JJ was the little girl’s nickname. The journalists loved it. It made Alice feel weak just to look at it.

     

               On the morning of her birthday, Rosie woke her up with a birthday card and present.

     

               “Here, sleepyhead.”

     

               Alice opened her eyes and looked upward at Rosie. She had her dark suit on and the white striped blouse she always wore with it. Her hair was tied back off her face, making her look serious and stern. Instead of her usual hanging earrings she was wearing gold studs. It was not the way Rosie liked to dress.

     

               “Don’t tell me, you’re in court today!” Alice said, sitting up, stretching her arms out, ruffling her fingers through her own short hair.

     

               “You guessed it!” Rosie said. “Here, take this, birthday girl!”

     

               Alice took the present while Rosie walked to the window and pushed it open. A light breeze wafted in, lifting the net curtains. Alice pulled the duvet tight, up to her neck.

     

               “Do you want to freeze me to death?” she said, jokingly.

     

               Rosie took no notice. She loved fresh air. She spent a lot of her time opening windows, and Alice spent a lot of time closing them.

     

               Inside the wrapping paper was a small box, the kind that held jewelry. For a moment Alice was worried. Rosie’s taste in jewelry was a bit too artsy for her. She lifted the lid off gingerly and saw a pair of tiny gold earrings.

     

               “These are lovely,” Alice said, and felt a strange lump in her throat.

     

               “More your taste than mine,” Rosie said, looking in Alice’s wall mirror and pulling at her jacket, using the flats of her hands to smooth out her skirt. She looked uncomfortable.

     

               Alice got out of bed and stood beside her. She held an earring up to one ear and nodded approvingly. Then she squeezed Rosie’s arm.

     

               “You’re on lates this week?” Rosie said.

     

               Alice nodded. She didn’t have to be at work until ten.

     

               “I’ll be home early. So I’m going to cook a special meal,” Rosie said. “And it’s not only your birthday we’re celebrating. Next Saturday, you’ll have been here for six months!”

     

               That was true. Six months of waking up every morning in that bedroom, of eating in Rosie’s kitchen, of seeing her name on letters: alice tully, 52 phillip street, croydon.

     

               “My mum’s coming. What about Frankie?”

     

               Rosie had been making a special cake that had been hidden from Alice. Her mother, Kathy, a funny Irish woman, was helping her.

     

               “He can’t come.”

     

               She didn’t bother to explain. Frankie said he felt awkward around Rosie, as though she were watching him, waiting to tell him off every time he touched Alice. He preferred it when they were alone.

     

               “Oh well. It’ll be just the three of us then.”

     

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Available Resources

Related Categories

  • Format: Paperback

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780152066383

  • ISBN-10: 0152066381

  • Pages: 336

  • Price: $20.95

  • Publication Date: 04/06/2009

  • Carton Quantity: 48

  • Age(s): 12,13,14,15,16

  • Grade(s): 7-12

  • Reading Level:

    • Lexile Reading Level 730L

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