Now, it seems everything is out in the open, so here goes...
My fabulous agent, Laura Bradford, sold my first young adult novel, The Ghost and the Goth, to Hyperion!!! Hardcover will be out in winter 2010 and trade paperback in spring 2011, I believe.
I love this book, you guys, and had so much fun writing it. I'm unbelievably happy it was so well received.
Here's the blurb that's circulating about it:
Stacey Klemstein’s THE GHOST AND THE GOTH, in which a high school outcast who can see, hear and talk to the dead reluctantly agrees to help the ghost of a spoiled and shallow homecoming queen who just got run over by a bus of band geeks find her way to the “other side,” to Christian Trimmer at Hyperion, in a nice deal, by Laura Bradford at Bradford Literary Agency.
Woohoo! I'm thrilled beyond words. : ) My website here will be updated to show G&G, as I've dubbed it for ease of use, hopefully by this weekend.
In the meantime, though, here's what I wrote for a short description from my synopsis:
Alona Dare—Senior in high school, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, Homecoming Queen three years in a row, voted most likely to marry a movie star…and newly dead.
I’m the girl you hated in high school. Is it my fault I was born with it all—good looks, silky blond hair, a hot bod, and a keen sense of what everyone else should not be wearing? But my life isn’t perfect, especially since I died. Run over by a bus of band geeks—is there anything more humiliating? As it turns out, yes—watching your boyfriend and friends move on with life, only days after your funeral. And you wouldn’t believe what they’re saying about me now that they think I can’t hear them. To top it off, I’m starting to disappear, flickering in and out of existence. I don’t know where I go when I’m gone, but it’s not good. Where is that freaking white light already?
Will Killian—Senior in high school, outcast, dubbed “Will Kill” by the popular crowd for the unearthly aura around him, voted most likely to rob a bank…and a ghost-talker.
I can see, hear, and touch the dead. Unfortunately, they can also see, hear and touch me. Yeah, because surviving high school isn’t hard enough already. I’ve done my best to hide my “gift.” After all, my dad, who shared my ability, killed himself because of it when I was fifteen. But lately, pretending to be normal has gotten a lot harder. A new ghost—an anonymous, seething cloud of negative energy with the capacity to throw me around—is pursuing me with a vengeance. My mom, who knows nothing about what I can do, is worrying about the increase in odd incidents, my shrink is tossing around terms like “temporary confinement for psychiatric evaluation,” and my principal, who thinks I’m a disruption and a faker, is searching for every way possible to get rid of me. How many weeks until graduation?
