Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Virtual Tour & Guest Post for Grey by Christi j. Whitney

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Tour, presented by Pump Up Your Book, for Grey by Christi J. Whitney.  Please leave a comment or question for Christi to let her know you stopped by. 

Female Characters in YA Science Fiction by Christie J. Whitney

Males have traditionally dominated science fiction literature, but strong female protagonists are flourishing these days, especially in the realm of YA. Dystopian settings allow for more heightened moments of character building—a female embracing her weaknesses and strengths in order to decide her own fate and become an agent in changing the world.

Female protagonists in YA science fiction are given the freedom to be physically strong, intelligent, resourceful, and cunning. They aren’t dependent on a male to make every decision, and they quite often end up saving the day.

But what does it mean to be a “strong” female character? Somehow, the word seems to suggest that being strong is playing against type for a female. Often, it refers to physical toughness, and while some protagonists are indeed the kick-butt-and-take-names type, successful female characters require far more substance.

I’m not necessarily looking for a “strong” female character when I read a story. More accurately, I’m looking for a well-written one. Strength goes far beyond physical, mental, or emotional endurance. A well-written character doesn’t even have to be likeable. She can be flawed and make mistakes. But she should be real. Believable. Authentic.

In my book series Grey, the protagonist is a young man named Sebastian who finds himself pulled into a secret world of gypsies, tales of gargoyles, and an unforeseen destiny. The catalyst for his transformation is Josephine, an outcast gypsy. Though the story is seen through Sebastian’s eyes, Josephine is a main focal point. Both characters are struggling with identity. But rather than finding that identity in each other, as sometimes happens in YA paranormal and fantasy, Sebastian and Josephine must navigate their own separate lives in order to bring about a greater change in their world.

YA science fiction has given us female protagonists whose scope is much deeper than romantic attachments or social conventions. Thrust into the difficulties of a dystopian or otherworldly setting, she is given the opportunity to think for herself, outside the confines of what we might consider normal or acceptable. She can admit weakness and find strength. She is flawed, insecure, and uncertain at times, but able to grow, to learn, and to change.

And that makes for a great character, no matter the genre.

-- Christi J. Whitney

by Christi J. Whitney
The Romany Outcasts Series, Book 1

Publisher: HarperCollins/HarperVoyager
Release Date:  April 30, 2015
Genre: Young Adult (Urban Fantasy)
Format: Paperback/Kindle
Pages: 400
ISBN:  9780008113582

About the book: 

Sebastian Grey always thought he was a fairly normal teenager – good friends, decent grades, and a pretty sweet job in his foster brother’s tattoo shop.

But when strangers arrive in town, Sebastian soon realizes that his world is nothing at all what it seemed. Secretive gypsies surround him, shadowy figures stalk him, and the girl he’s been dreaming about turns up at school.

Now Sebastian must protect this girl at all costs, even if it means he will never be normal again.

For More Information
Grey is available at Amazon US and Amazon UK.
Get it for your Nook at Barnes & Noble.
Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.
Watch the book trailer here.
Read Chapter One here.



I hear my name, but I can’t answer. I’m trapped by the image in my head.

It flashes again.

Rainbow-scorched leaves. Gypsy music.

Caravans of faded paint.

‘Sebastian Grey!’

Dark and nothing.

I struggled for words. ‘Yes, sir?’

Are you joining this group or not? I need to get a list . . . ’

Another flash.

Bonfires. Starless night.

A girl dancing. Ribbons in her hair.

‘For the last time, Mr Grey, wake up!’
My mind ripped free. I jolted, launching papers into orbit. For a split second, I wasn’t convinced of my surroundings. Then, as fluorescent lights bored through my skull, it hit me.

I was in the middle of class.

And twenty-five pairs of eyes were staring straight at me.

All my school supplies littered the floor – textbooks, papers, colored index cards. Everything except the pencil that I’d somehow snapped between my fingers. I coughed and hunkered in my seat. Across the aisle, Avery leaned sideways in his desk, giving me the look I’d seen way too many times: the one that questioned my sanity.

‘Crap,’ I whispered.

I’d done it again.

Mr Weir moved closer. He glowered at me from under spidery eyebrows. I prepared myself for the tirade. But just as he took a wheezing breath, the bell rang. I shrugged and gave him my best smile as the room reverberated with slamming books and screeching chairs.

Mr Weir grunted and waddled back to his desk, my outburst promptly dismissed as more important matters – like the end of the school day – took precedence. I dropped to one knee and recovered my textbook.

‘Hey, Sebastian, you okay?’ Avery towered over me. ‘What just happened there?’

I blinked away the lingering haze. ‘It appears I must have dozed off.’

‘Seriously, man,’ said Avery, his brows shooting up. ‘Who talks like that?’ He knelt and picked up one of my library books, examining it with a shake of his head. ‘I swear, sometimes I think you read way too many old books. They’re messing with your head.’

I snatched it out of his hands. ‘I don’t read old books.’

‘You read Shakespeare.’

‘That’s different.’

Avery laughed, shoving papers at me. ‘Sure it is.’

I stuffed them in my bag, taking care to hide my tattered copy of Hamlet from Avery’s prying eyes. We squeezed into the crowded hall, avoiding locker doors banging open and shut around us.

‘You never answered my question, you know,’ Avery continued.

‘I realize that.’

We strolled in companionable silence down the hallway. Okay, maybe I was the one who was silent. Avery Johnson – senior superlative and social giant – had something to say to everybody we passed. At the end of the corridor, he stopped.

‘Okay, what was it this time?’

‘Nothing,’ I replied. ‘I fell asleep.’

‘Yeah, right,’ Avery said in an amused huff. ‘That wasn’t a nap. That was a complete zone out. Same as this morning in gym, when you stood there like a zombie until Alex Graham smacked you in the face with the ball.’

‘I’m athletically challenged.’

‘Try strange,’ he replied.

‘Can you maybe find another expression to stare at me with? It’s not helping.’

Avery went dramatically serious. ‘Sorry.’

‘Oh, that’s better,’ I replied. ‘I feel much more comfortable now.’ Avery’s features didn’t change. There’d be no avoiding it this time. I worked out my confession. ‘Okay, so you know when you stare at a camera flash and then you keep seeing the glow, even after it’s gone?’

‘Yeah . . . ’

I gripped the strap of my backpack. ‘Well, I keep seeing this same thing in my head, like a camera flash. Only not a light. An image. It used to just happen at night, but now I’m starting to see it during the day.’

‘What exactly do you keep seeing?’

‘A girl.’

Avery whistled slyly. ‘Must be some dream, eh?’

‘No, it’s not like that.’ My head throbbed. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers. ‘It’s not a dream.’

‘A vision, then,’ said Avery, lighting up like Christmas. ‘You can see the future! Or maybe the past. You know, like that guy on TV. The one that helps the cops solve cases and junk.’

I grinned sideways. ‘If only. ’Cause that would be kind of cool.’

‘And profitable,’ added Avery. ‘We could totally . . . ’

‘Hate to disappoint,’ I said, holding up my hands before he could spout off some money-making scheme that I would – mostly likely – lose cash on. ‘But I don’t have dreams, visions, premonitions, or anything worth printing up business cards for. It’s just an image. I probably saw it in a book somewhere.’

‘Well, whatever it is, when you come out of it, you do this jerking spaz thing.’ He demonstrated for my benefit. ‘Like a bad episode of Sebastian Can’t Dance. Maybe you should ease up on the caffeine.’

‘Oh, you’re hilarious,’ I said, shoving him towards the exit doors. I wasn’t about to tell Avery I’d seen the image every night for two months, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had any decent sleep. I’d reached the limits of sharing. ‘Glad to know I covered all the basics of self-embarrassment. Maybe next time I’ll work up a drool.’

Avery pushed open the set of metal doors, flashing a Cheshire grin as he passed through. ‘Hey, don’t worry too much about it, Sebastian. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve done something weird.’ 

About the Author
Christi J. Whitney is a former high school theatre director with a love for the arts. She lives just outside Atlanta with her husband and two sons. When not spending time with them or taking a ridiculous number of trips to Disney World, she can be found directing plays, making costumes for sci-fi/fantasy conventions, obsessing over Doctor Who, watching superhero movies, or pretending she’s just a tad bit British.

Her latest book is the young adult urban fantasy novel, Grey (The Romany Outcasts Series, Book 1).

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1 comment:

  1. This looks really, really good. Will definitely have to check it out.