Jeremy Glass Stops By to Shoot the Breeze

Today I am SO EXCITED to have with me the MC from the new novel BREAKING GLASS. I have been looking forward to this book for ages. Not only is it by the AMAZING Lisa Amowitz, who designed the gorgeous covers for THE BINDING STONE and BREAKING GLASS, but it also has a kick-ass premise AND is from a guy's POV, which I love. 

Here's the blurb from Goodreads:

On the night seventeen-year-old Jeremy Glass winds up in the hospital with a broken leg and a blood alcohol level well above the legal limit, his secret crush, Susannah, disappears. When he begins receiving messages from her from beyond the grave, hes not sure whether they're real or if he's losing his grip on reality. Clue by clue, he gets closer to unraveling the mystery, and soon realizes he must discover the truth or become the next victim himself.

Awesome, right?

Before I gush anymore here's Jeremy!

Hey. I’m Jeremy. I’m not really sure why any of you are interested in the ravings of a run-of-the-mill history geek like me, but suit yourselves. I can chew the fat with the best of them.

I’ve spent the last four or so years of my life dwelling on a single individual named Susannah Durban. I’m not going to go too deep into specifics, but there was just something about her. Maybe it was her smile. Or her leaf green eyes. Or her insane creative genius. I don’t know. But when I was around her, it took all my will not to fling myself at her. I promise you—I did not. My self-control is amazing. I’m known for that, actually.

The problem is, Susannah never considered me to be anything more than steady old Jeremy Glass, trusty best friend-in-chief, the oaf who was happy enough just to breathe in the her perfume while said best friend hooked up with anything that moved. On second thought, I really don’t want to talk about this, you know?

I’d also rather not talk about what happened the night Susannah disappeared or what I did to get her back. Forget that. I think instead I will regale you with trivia, my specialty. In honor of my epic crush, the theme will be unrequited love. I’m citing my sources so you don’t get into trouble. I think I’ve caused people enough grief. So here goes:

The term “love” is from the Sanskrit lubhyati, meaning “desire.”
“Love.” Online Etymological Dictionary

“Love” in the sense of “no score” in tennis dates to 1792 and means “playing for love” or, in other words, playing for nothing.

TennisHistoryOnline.com. "Love."

Studies show that the risk of a “secret love” being revealed heightens romantic feelings for the partners, thanks to increased levels of phenylethylamine (PEA)

2004. Why We Love: The Nature and Chemistry of Romantic Love. New York, NY: Henry Hold and Company, LLC.

There you have it. I’m much more comfortable with useless facts than stuff I’d rather not talk about. So if you want more trivia, let me know—I’m an endless font of garbage information. If you want to know how I actually feel, you’re going to have to work a little harder to pry that out of me.

See ya!

Jeremy