"For days after reading Brenna Thummler's Sheets I have been wandering my neighborhood, haunted, enchanted, and in need of freshly pressed clothing." -Lemony SnicketMarjorie Glatt feels like a ghost. A practical thirteen-year-old in charge of the family laundry business, her daily routine features unforgiving customers, unbearable P.E. classes, and the fastidious Mr. Saubertuck who is committed to destroying everything she's worked for.Wendell is a ghost. A boy who lost his life much too young, his daily routine features ineffective death therapy, a sheet-dependent identity, and a dangerous need to seek purpose in the forbidden human world.When their worlds collide, Marjorie is confronted by unexplainable disasters as Wendell transforms Glatt's Laundry into his midnight playground, appearing as a mere sheet during the day. While Wendell attempts to create a new afterlife for himself, he unknowingly sabotages the life that Marjorie is struggling to maintain.Sheets illustrates the determination of a young girl to fight, even when all parts of her world seem to be conspiring against her. It proves that second chances are possible whether life feels over or life is over. But above all, it is a story of the forgiveness and unlikely friendship that can only transpire inside a haunted laundromat."Brenna Thummler's first original graphic novel is a reason to celebrate. She announced herself as an artist to reckon with when she illustrated Mariah Marsden's adaptation of Anne of Green Gables. Now she's illustrated her own story of ghosts and family, loneliness and laundromats. I'm sure you'll be captivated, and as eager as I am to see what comes next!"-Brian Selznick, author of Wonderstruck and The Invention of Hugo Cabret "Sweet, sad, funny, warm, and beautiful. If I can be forgiven for using this word, this is one that will haunt me, in the best way."-Dana Simpson
DVACKADOBRA
Byl nádherný, starší a tajemný.
Věděla jsem, že máme problém, hned jak se naše oči setkaly.
Seznámili jsme se v kavárně můj první den v práci.
Usmál se, já uvnitř roztála... pak ochutnal moji kávu a vyhodil
ji.
Znovu, další den a další.
Tu kávu fakt nesnášel, a přesto se vracel.
Znala jsem jeho hru.
Říkal, že káva ode mě je smrt v hrnku.
Já jemu zas, že je dar ženám od Boha.
A nelhala jsem.
Pak jsme na sebe narazili mimo kavárnu – a tehdy to začalo být
zajímavé.
Už to nebyl uhlazený gentleman s dokonalými způsoby.
Pan Garcia ukázal svou temnější stránku, jeho touhy byly dravé a
nezkrotné.
Zažehl ve mně oheň.
Nemohli jsme si pomoct a bezhlavě se do sebe zamilovali.
Bylo to opojné.
Ale jeho démoni jsou temní, stejně jako ti moji.
Nevím, jestli to zvládneme, a vím, že mám jen dvě možnosti.
Odejít teď a zachránit se.
Nebo zůstat a doufat, že nás zachrání láska.
Volím druhou možnost.