Jennifer has two YA novels currently in publication: The Beaumont Egalitarian Society and Call Me Rumpel.

Below, you can read an excerpt from these books to get a feel of her writing style.

PROLOGUE

Dejima, Japan

1846

I must look quite a fright with my skirts hitched up,

stockings soiled, and hair as wild as the winds whipping me

along the shore. Men on the Chinese trading junks call out in

their native tongue, echoed by the warning cries of gulls as they’re

tossed about the churning waves.

No one tries to stop me, though. They wouldn’t dare.

“Mr Hikoma? Mr Hikoma!”

With my lungs searing and ribs aching, it’s a wonder I have

any breath left to use. Still, my desperation and fear push me up

the hill to the enormous house overlooking the village.

“Mr Hikoma?”

I don’t know why I expect him to be here, kneeling at the low

wooden table or tinkering away in the workshop beyond. He

wasn’t in his own house, either, yet I still hold hope it’s not too

late for him. That he can help reverse what’s happened, that I’ll

see his kind, wisened face again.

And then I do.

Excerpt from The Beaumont Egalitarian Society

Jennifer E. Glynn

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ONE

~Mishka~

Once upon a time… 

My pen hovers over my notebook, the ink in danger of drying out as I read what I’ve written so far. It’s a poor effort, but I keep going. 

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who couldn’t be bothered doing this assignment. 

I drag my pen through it, puncturing the page. Mr Munson’s assignment to recreate a popular fairy tale is a gigantic waste of time. He’s already confessed he doesn’t think creative writing will be part of our final exams. I bet he’s just using it as an excuse to make us fix our handwriting. I wouldn’t mind a lesson or two using pen and paper, but the man’s made it his mission to ban anything remotely modern from his classroom—no iPads or tablets, no laptops, and certainly no phones. He’s also taken it upon himself to ensure the rest of the staff have gotten on board with his old-school methods.  Instead of carrying laptops everywhere, we’re forced to lug around bricks they call textbooks. But it’s not just that my hand is cramping, my legs are restless, and my mind’s packed with lists of other things I need to[…]

Excerpt from Call Me Rumpel

Jennifer E. Glynn

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