Blog Tour: You, Me & Letting Go!

Title: You, Me, & Letting Go 
Author: Katie Kaleski 
Publication Date: May 14, 2019 
Genres: YA, Contemporary
Number of pages: 286


Van Sato’s got labels. Tourettes, ADHD, SPD – words that have defined his existence since the time he was old enough to know what they meant. Now, Van wants to prove he’s more than an acronym, a syndrome, a problem kid. He takes a summer job as a day camp counselor to prove he’s capable of independence and moving on to the next phase in his life. Maybe, he might even make a friend while there. Someone who’s got just as many or even more labels than him. Someone who understands what it’s like. Tabby Dubanowksi wants to forget about everything, the hospitalization, the judgment, the whispers behind her back. As a camp counselor, she will be admired, looked up to, and able to help people who don’t know anything about her old life. Tabby wants a fresh start and a chance to re-ignite her passion for film-making, if only for one summer.
After running away from their pasts, Van and Tabby collide in a storm cloud of attraction laced with self-doubt, insecurity, shame, and blame. Now, with Van feeling like he might have to quit his job, and Tabby struggling to quell the urge to cut, they will struggle to find themselves in a world designed to keep them apart.

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About the author:

Katie Kaleski has started down many career paths and held many jobs—indie craft store clerk, pizza maker, photo developer, shoe salesperson and cashier, dental assistant in the army, daycare teacher, student teacher—but her favorite one by far is being a writer. She’s originally from Chicago, so she says things like pop, gym shoes, and front room. Her favorite food group is sugar, and she loves writing young adult novels.

Exclusive tour content!

This a deleted scene with Van explaining his backstory in a bit more depth to Tabby. It’s based off experience with my son because while he doesn’t have Van’s exact conditions his therapist said there was a possibility my son was Autistic (like Van, he wasn’t and was diagnosed with something else).

I sighed and tapped my nose and blinked like fifty times. “Up until I was in elementary school everybody thought I was Autistic.”
“Really, why?” Tabitha asked.
“I didn’t learn to walk until I was almost two. I didn’t say a word until I was three. And everything made me scream. I was like some banshee. Nobody could touch me. I didn’t like a lot of noises, smells. I was constantly falling over, couldn’t even walk up straight. I wouldn’t look at anybody, and that is supposedly one of the tell big signs of being Autistic, the whole no eye contact thing, and then I had all my tics, so…it wasn’t just like doctors telling my parents. They’re the ones that took me to get evaluated because there was most obviously something going on with me.”
“What was going on?”
“After I started getting some occupational therapy, I was able to stand up and walk around properly and look up at people, and into their eyes. I still didn’t like people touching me, but it was more tolerable, and the doctors and teachers started to see that I was…well, not Autistic. I guess it was hard to tell before then really because I was always screaming or curled in a ball.”
“I have what’s called a sensory processing disorder, and I’m very sensitive to things like touch. People touching me actually hurt. I just couldn’t tolerate it, and with this I was also sensitive to sound, light, smells, it affected my balance, and my body movement in general, and even before this they figured out I had Tourette, so that’s what everyone thought it all was, my Tourette disorder, but with SPD it’s hard to sit still. I was always moving because that’s how I felt the most balanced I guess, has something to do with the inner ear, and I never paid attention because everything around me was just too much and well, my ADHD, and my Tourette was just my Tourettes. It used to so much worse than it is now. Well, not at first, a little later and then it like kept getting worse. You should have seen me. I was a mess.”
“But you couldn’t help it.”
“Other people don’t get that though.”

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