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5/28/2021

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Cruel Summer
by Bernard Jan
Genre: YA Cross-Genre, Dystopian, Sexual Abuse, Skateboarding

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All he wants to do is skate. But they have other plans for him.

Michael Daniels is seventeen and dreams to enter professional skateboarding contests. But beneath New Manhattan, a city under the oppressive shadow of climate change, exists another world altogether—secret laboratories which threaten society as he knows it.

Those with power will get what they want. No price is too high, even if it means making someone special or robbing them of their dignity, freedom . . . or life.

The price is too high for Michael, though. He has endured his stepfather’s abuse and mind games for almost as long as he remembers. Until one day he takes matters into his own hands, ruining the lives of those he loves most. And his skateboarding friends, Alien and Victor, are his only hope for freedom.

When there is no hope left, friendship is what remains.

Order your copy of this gripping, unexpected, strong, and emotional, Young Adult cross-genre novel by Bernard Jan, the author of January River, Look for Me Under the Rainbow, and A World Without Color.



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1st: To do the ollie (the basic and, according to many, the simplest of tricks) follow these steps. Put your front foot across the middle of the board. Your back foot is in the center of the tail. The tail of the board extends from the back truck to its rear end while the nose of the board extends from the front . . .


HE IS SEVENTEEN. A FREE ENTITY of a six-and-something million New Manhattan population, panicky in their effort to keep up with the time and catch a break in short nightly intervals before the challenges of a new day. The fact that it is summer is of no importance to anyone. The pulse of New York City continues to beat in its wild, crazy, and exhausting way.
He is young, very young. Healthy, too, except for a swollen lip and a bruised eye. His face will soon become a specimen of various colors. That doesn’t concern him much because he must think about other things. More important than just the one bruise.
The afternoon he finds himself in is sunny, but chilly—a story of this summer. This summer is cold, the coldest in this century. New Yorkers have already come up with a name for it.
Cruel summer.
Cruel summer, Michael thinks, shaking with cold. His washed-out T-shirt, over which he had pulled only a hooded sweatshirt with a drawing of a grinning skeleton printed above the sign Blind, is doing a poor job in keeping him warm. If someone asked him, he wouldn’t hesitate to take that pathetic sun out of the sky with one shot.
Or rather those who made it so . . . uneconomic.
This time, too, the main, alternative energy source dries up insidiously, opening the door wide to a new wave of pollution and new atmospheric changes.
A new climate disorder.
Michael grimaces. He imagines the reaction of the mayoress of the largest metropolis in the world, with hundreds of thousands of households reaching for heating in the middle of August, causing an overload of the power grid and triggering a new chain reaction of chaos.
Like he cares about it! He is not the Greenpeace green.
But the grass he stands on is green. Although slightly bitten by the morning frost. A perfect setting for his gloomy feelings and depressing thoughts.
The cemetery is empty and quiet, and it looks rather sad. Who would have thought of stumbling into a place like this during the biggest hustle and bustle of the city? Who but its tenants, perhaps some homeless people, thieves, human organ snatchers, or necrosadists . . . ?
Or maybe Michael.
Michael looks down from the sky wrapped in a haze of various vapors and particles of dubious origin. He stares blankly and seemingly absentmindedly at the marble tombstone in front of him. Elegant, not big, but enough to have the names of spouses with their birth and death years. And their children—assuming they will want it and that the rivers of life will not take them to other places.
Nothing more. Humble and simple. That’s what Michael’s mother wanted. Michael’s father didn’t object. Michael knows his reasons: Hank doesn’t like to spend money on unimportant things. But this is another story that never questioned the greatness of Hank’s love for his late wife. Michael is a living witness to this, isn’t he?
Melanie Hope Daniels.
Melanie Hope Daniels—gold lettering carved in white marble.
A face surrounded by an aura of tenderness. Forgiveness. Compliance.
Modesty.
Modesty.
It was his mother, a self-effacing look full of love.
That’s all Michael has from her now, with the promise he’d given her before she passed away: he will look after his sister and keep an eye on her.
Melanie Hope had high hopes for him, in reality still a boy. She believed in the power that lies behind his casualness, seeming disinterest, and defiant rebellion. She believed the contempt in his eyes with which he looks upon most of the world around him. She put her hopes in a “rebel without a cause” in a world that offers thousands of reasons for rebellion, into an unhappy child to whom even the unconditional maternal love has not dulled the blade of the evil fate of birth.
(Wrong place? Wrong time? Who would know?)
The mother’s vision slowly fades, devoured by the cold marble.
The world is at its end. Or is it the beginning of something new?
Hope is dead. What will tomorrow’s dawn look like? Toward the end of the millennium.
“Mother,” Michael says dreamily.
One word. One sigh.
A warm cloud swallowed with haze. And grayness. In the city of light, money, success, and synthetic kitsch. That’s how Michael experiences it—the intersection of contradictions and unimaginable extremes.
Yet . . .
. . . yet he still loves it in some bizarre way and still doesn’t leave its harbor in search of a better life in the Old World. He has three good reasons for this. Three good reasons that still keep him here. For now.
The first lies at his feet; the second enjoys the blessings of school vacations in the wilds of Colorado; and the latter, though no less important, patiently waits for Michael to turn his attention to it. That’s exactly what he does.
Leaving a fresh imprint in the damp earth, Michael takes his skateboard, adjusts a Creature flex fit baseball full cap all the way to his eyes, and sets off.
Toward the streets he will storm through. Toward the asphalt that will rattle under his wheels.
Thuuunderooously!

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The apartment welcomes him in silence. Desolate and cold. Elegant, too big and too comfortable, equipped with state-of-the-art home appliances—a poor substitute for what his father didn’t provide him.
But he leaves him a full refrigerator with a message, a magnet pinning it to the glittering, ice-blue door: I’m afraid I won’t be home until late at night. Have dinner without me. Don’t wait for me. I’ll eat something at work. SURPRISE me and come home before the small hours. I should talk to you. I really should talk to you about something. Dad.
Instinctively, Michael touches his chapped lip as if trying to protect himself from the new pain. But the pain erupts again, accompanied by a torrent of boy’s curses. You can bet we’ll have something to talk about!
He washes his hands and face, but doesn’t change into other clothes. He doesn’t intend to stay long. Any longer than he should.
He pulls out a handful of ice cubes from the freezer and presses the cold compress on his face. Guys will tease the hell out of him when they see an ugly swelling. But Michael isn’t in the mood for buffoonery and ridicule today. He feels lonely, his ships sunken and vulnerable. Rebecca’s departure has affected him more than he is ready to admit.
The richness of colors, smells, and flavors overwhelm him when he opens the fridge. The rogue and the starving would have killed for this moment, illuminated by the light bulb. Suddenly, he is disgusted with the sight of so much food, and Michael gives up the sandwich his stomach is craving for. With deep regret he says no to ham from some of the genetic engineering farms.
(What would his father think if he learned that his own children are boycotting what he is doing for a living?)
Sighing deeply, he grabs the carton of milk and slam shuts the refrigerator door with his foot.
(That is what Michael thinks of his father’s important work.)
He pours cold milk into a plastic bowl, stuffs it with strawberry-flavored cornflakes, and coats it with an excessively thick layer of brown sugar. Positioning himself in front of the big plasma TV, he sets to dinner.
Nervously changing programs at the pace of the snack, he is looking for something worth fifty dollars a month. Nothing interesting. A pile of garbage. Only the propaganda. Obvious and transparent lies. Old and repeatedly watched films.
Across the satellite, he runs into MC Solaar. Delighted by the unexpected luck, he summons his hologram, but his mood quickly fades with the first beats of the old hit of the Backstreet Boys. Quit playing games with my heart! Michael yells back and turns off the screen. He cannot understand how his sister can listen to such music.
He stops eating for a moment, his mouth still full of personally prepared mash and saliva. He can feel the flakes dissolve in his mouth, the sugar melting. Each cell of his body fills with a sweet strawberry flavor, irresistibly dragging him to his grandparents’ ranch.
His sister’s presence and closeness are more real than illusion. It is as if he has fallen into one of the games of virtual reality. Everything else is lost except that experience.
Rebecca is in a greenhouse, a large dome in the backyard of the estate. The air is saturated with sweet scents, and Michael unconsciously wrinkles his nose. The sight of Rebecca picking flowers catches his attention. Without a doubt, yellow roses will adorn the table tonight. Roses yellow like the sun. Roses yellow like ripe corn. Yellow like summer.
A cruel summer.
That brings him back to reality. Into the chilly Greenwich Village, into a world of bohemians, artists, and streets swarming with all kinds of couples. Preoccupied with thoughts, he finishes the simple dinner.
For years, Michael questioned his mom why they were not moving out of this neighborhood, but he never got an answer that would satisfy his boyish curiosity. Melanie Hope did not know how to offer him the reason why they did not move, and this began to confuse him.
(Maybe she liked it here? Maybe she didn’t mind male and female couples holding hands? Maybe she had more liberal views than him? Not really. Not his mother.)
He didn’t ask his father about it. He never asked Hank about such things. In fact, Hank and Michael never talk seriously. Intimacy is a stranger to them, something alien, at least when they need to tell each other something.
Michael doesn’t love his father. Nor does he respect him. Michael isn’t sure if his mother was aware of the cold between them. But in reality, he doesn’t hate Hank, except when the two of them get into a fight and there is a physical altercation. Michael couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t bear his father to touch him. So he avoids him whenever possible. That is how the streets of New York became his second adopted home.
Michael considers Hank a sick and disturbed person. A very sick person. And for that reason he doesn’t hate him. Whenever Hank becomes unpleasant, Michael suppresses his true feelings and allows pity to overwhelm him. It isn’t easy, but in a way, Michael feels sorry for him. But nothing more than that. This is as far as he could and is ready to go.
If Melanie Hope knew of Hank’s dark side, Michael couldn’t know for sure. But she was his wife, which is why she must have sensed how unpleasant Hank could be.
And Hank knew how to be unpleasant.
Very unpleasant.
Is that why she asked her son for a favor before she succumbed to pneumonia? Is that why she asked him to look after their treasure: a girl they both loved unconditionally and equally sincerely? Perhaps Melanie Hope knew, after all, that Hank was not capable of such love?
Taken aback by the sudden onset of feelings, Michael loses his appetite. The pain is back again, both mental and physical.
He takes his unfinished dinner to the kitchen and then, like a sleepwalker, heads to the bathroom and finds painkillers in his father’s cabinet. He shakes two Darvocets out of the bottle and washes them down with tap water, then he repeats the whole process once more. His confidence returns, though not completely.
Urged by the overwhelming desire to call Denver, he drags himself into his father’s study room and greets the electronic pet on his father’s desk.
“Sergio Unit, please connect me with Denver, Colorado, the Creeks’ Ranch.”
Tapping his fingers on the polished surface of the desk, he waits for the Sergio Unit to digest the information.
“I am sorry, Michael. The number you requested is currently unavailable. Would you like me to try again?” the electronic voice answers.
(They are not in the house. They’re probably in the greenhouse, or maybe in the barn. Or they went shopping.)
“No need, Sergio Unit. Thank you. Disconnect.”
The screen dims and Michael heads to his room to retrieve his backpack. He checks out its contents: Rimbaud’s Collected Poems, as well as a French-English, English-French Pocket Dictionary and a Light-Cola, half-liter bottle refilled with fresh water are already in it.
Then he slides into the Alphanumeric windbreaker, tosses his backpack onto his back, and grabs a skateboard.
Before going out, he checks his appearance in the mirror once more. He isn’t too crazy about the reflection staring back at him, but there is nothing he can do about it. After all, skateboarding accidents happen every day, and who cares?
Pulling the door behind him, he locks it well.

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Rebecca abruptly reins in the horse. The ranch is right in front of her, down a gentle slope a little to the left. A lovely little, fairy-tale place, basking in the cold sun. If she galloped at it at this speed, her grandma would be terrified, and she would force her grandpa to forbid her to ride before she breaks her neck. But that won’t happen, Rebecca knows. She knows her grandpa well and his mysterious smile that flashes with pride every time he sees her riding.
He would forgive her immediately, she is sure.
Such is her grandpa. An aging image of her mother, who didn’t live long enough to enjoy her own grandchildren.
Rebecca’s vision blurs. She blinks away the tears. Here, in the wild, no one will see her if she cries. But then again, if she lets her feelings take hold of her, if she lets herself cry . . . No, that won’t be good. She knows it would be a relief for Michael and Hank to see her cry; she had not shed a single tear since her mother’s death. At least not in front of them. Therefore, they would greet her tears with great relief, because that means that she is okay. But that’s not how Rebecca expresses her feelings. She is a Daniels, after all.
The air smells of summer mixed with the fresh breath of winter. A strange combination.
Rebecca’s riding hat lies still on her back, her thick, blonde hair glistening with the illusion of a fragile aura as her blood runs hot beneath a warm, faux-leather jacket, soaking her sweaty, plaid shirt. And the temperature keeps falling and approaching the freezing point.
Today, Rebecca and her mare have traveled a good chunk of the way. Vanity is in a great mood and in even better shape than Rebecca. She obeys all of Rebecca’s orders, for which she will be abundantly rewarded.
Rebecca pats her neck gratefully, to which Vanity replies with a cheerful whinny. Rebecca clicks her tongue twice and allows her to go pick up her prize.

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House. Home. Hearth.
The divided sense of belonging that has caused confusion in Rebecca’s head since her mother died.
New York—Denver. House—home. Hearth?
(Or the other way around?)
She lives in New York; loves being in Denver. Not far from the Ken Caryl Ranch, fifteen miles southwest of Denver. Rebecca adores her grandpa and grandma, but she never stopped thinking about her father and brother who had stayed there since she left New York. Especially about her brother. She also knows that when she returns to New York (too soon, much too soon, very much too soon), her heart will turn into an ocean of sadness that she had to leave her grandparents. That’s how it was last year, that’s how it was the year before. This year it will be even harder.
Because her mother won’t be there to ease her the pain of parting.
(What remains of her consolation? What remedy to cure the pain?)
“Time heals everything,” Grandma told her as she cried, her beautiful head resting in Grandma’s lap. “And the rare moments of joy from which we emerge as winners become our signposts on the road of life.”
But how many of these signposts will there be? How many clear ones? And how many times will we stray . . . lost in the jungle of life?
With the strength of her willpower, Rebecca shakes off the black thoughts. A car is parked in front of the house and it is just leaving. A black Lincoln Navigator, Rebecca recognizes it under a thick layer of dried earth and mud. She nods in greeting to the two men behind the dirty windshield and they nod to her in return.
Reaching the barn, she slides out of the saddle and takes Vanity into the barn. A familiar neighing welcomes her. It is Grandpa’s black Darkfall and Vanity’s mother, Josephine.
After taking care of her four-legged friend, Rebecca walks across the yard to the house. Not forgetting Vanity’s prize—a handful of sugar.
“Who was that?” she asks her grandfather from the door, interrupting him in preparing an early dinner.
“Rebecca! Hello! I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. You okay?”
“Sure, my child! How was the ride? It seems to be quite a long one. But is it wise considering you two haven’t seen each other for a long time?”
“I know, Grandpa. Thanks for worrying, but it was great! Vanity was happy to see me again. You are not angry with me, are you?”
“Do I look angry?”
With the mound of chopped potatoes lying in front of him on the table and the sharp knife he holds upright like a flag, he looks anything but angry.
Rebecca smiles back at his smile and funny look.
“You had a visit?” she repeats her question.
He doesn’t look up.
“Black Lincoln? Navigator?” Rebecca continues, not giving up.
Jeremy Creek puts the potatoes in the oven and takes a long look at his granddaughter.
“An old model, but well preserved? I met it about twenty minutes ago.”
“Yes? What about it?”
“Who was that?”
“The Atkinses.”
“The Atkinses and? Surely you know something else about them?”
Another smile flashes over Jeremy Creek’s face, then disappears. He’s trying to be serious.
“They’re our new neighbors,” he answers casually.
“Your new neighbors? You didn’t tell me anything about having new neighbors.”
“There was nothing to tell. They only moved in two months ago.”
“Where are they from?” She grabs a raw carrot from the huge table in the middle of the kitchen and bites into it. The taste of the food, even raw, reminds her how hungry she is.
“From Texas. At least, that’s what they told us.”
“Don’t you know?”
“My child, it is not polite to stick your nose where it does not belong. Plus, I don’t care where they’re from as long as they’re okay and mind their own business.”
Rebecca swallows the rest of the carrot and gives him her best disarming smile.
“Is it rude to ask what they wanted?”
“That is not rude.” He struggles to remain serious. “They came to ask if we could sell them some vegetables to replenish the vegetable garden. The frost has destroyed everything.”
“I see. And you, of course, sold them vegetables.”
“I did, but I also gave them some. Otherwise, they would take nothing.”
“Where’s Grandma?” Rebecca changes the subject.
“I think she’s in the greenhouse . . .”
“Good. I was going there anyway. I should pick some flowers for dinner.”
“Uh-huh, yes. That’d be nice.”
“Grandpa, why didn’t you invite them to stay for dinner?” Rebecca asks him from the door. “Just to get to know each other better?”
She then disappears without waiting for his answer.

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Warmth. Dampness. Scents. Colors. Attacking Rebecca’s senses with full force as she enters the greenhouse. A transparent, crescent moon, as she likes to call it.
She left her jacket in the house and her grandmother, of course, doesn’t miss it. She reprimands her for being so careless and softens only when Rebecca hugs her and places a wet I-love-you-Granny kiss on her slightly wrinkled cheek. As much as she tried, Elisabeth Creek wasn’t immune to her granddaughter’s charm.
Walking among the flower beds, Rebecca tries to come up with a logical explanation of what she had forcibly pulled out of her grandmother before she disappeared from the greenhouse. What ought to be logical is sagging under the weight of the illogical and eventually mixes in one sound burst of colors, voices, scents, and beliefs.
Rebecca closes her eyes before the sudden onset of dizziness. When she opens them again, she sees a yellow rose bush in front of her.
(She succumbed again. She gave in again. She couldn’t resist them again—her beautiful yellow roses.)
Yellow like the summer. Yellow like the sun.
Picking up the flowers and putting them in the basket, she feels anger build up in her. Anger begins to flow in her like the tide of a cold ocean she doesn’t know how to stop.
That surprises her. She doesn’t have the slightest reason to be angry because she doesn’t know the Atkinses. Yet she cannot handle it. (This is not science fiction like the Star Wars Trilogy, which, in anticipation of the premiere screening of the first episode The Phantom Menace, is once again filling up New York theaters.) She has to find out the truth. And there is only one way to do this.
The roses are picked and their intoxicating scent fills Rebecca’s lungs. It is the scent of love, and it makes Rebecca cry from it.
Inside her, a void opens which grows more and more. Lamenting for lost words and erased civilizations, people she misses so much.
Those who are gone forever. (Mother!)
Those who threaten to disappear. (Michael! Father!)
She hurries out of the transparent, crescent moon toward the house, toward the computer that monitors Creek’s estate, her only connection to New York.


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"There is no greater joy than to share what you love with those who appreciate it."--Bernard Jan

My pen name is Bernard Jan. I am an award-winning novelist and a poet from Croatia, and I have released four books in English. I am Readers' Favorite Gold Medalist 2020 and Readers' Favorite Bronze Medalist 2019.

"A World Without Color" is a true story of the last three days I spent with my cat, while "Look for Me Under the Rainbow" in a unique and gentle way sheds light on the plight of harp seal pups in Canada. It warms the heart of all readers concerned about our planet and its treasures. "January River" is a heartwarming cross-genre novel about five friends, one dog, and one river carrying a secret. "Cruel Summer" is a gripping young adult cross-genre novel about an abused teenager from New Manhattan who only wants to skate, but they have other plans for him.

My first two books were written at the beginning of the war in Croatia in 1991 amidst air alerts and illusory attempts when I wanted to believe and think that life is normal, that everything is all right with the world. I have published five novels, two novellas, and one book of poems in Croatian. Four of my books, including the book of poems, were translated into English.

My passion for music and entertainment resulted in my becoming a partner of Tom's Music Place, which was established in 2009 by my friend Thomas Carley Jr., whose objective was to raise the respect of music.

My desire to help others came to the fore during my years advocating environmental protection and advocacy of animal rights. I did volunteering work for the refugees, because suffering does not know any borders. When it comes within your reach in your home, you simply have to do something. As part of my animal advocacy activities, it has been a great honor and pleasure to translate "Eternal Treblinka: Our Treatment of Animals and the Holocaust" by Charles Patterson into Croatian.




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Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
My writing journey started amidst the air alerts that announced the outbreak of war in Croatia after Croatia proclaimed its independence. I wrote my first two books in 1991 when I still wanted to believe and think that life is normal, that everything is all right with the world. But it wasn’t. The world had gone crazy, and this was my answer to the madness, killing, and hatred. My stories were both my weapon and my cry for peace. Through writing I wanted to document everything that was going on so we would remember it and never repeat it again.
I was in my early twenties then, but I think we all grew up very quickly faced with the new reality and the years of nightmares and national hatred that ruled our lives. I had to part with my best friends who fled to Sweden to save their lives. Many people didn’t get to save themselves. Many ended up tragically, tortured, imprisoned, killed. I dedicated my first two books to all of them. As much as it is mine, they are also their stories, their truth.


What is something unique/quirky about you?
I don’t know if this is something unique or quirky about me, but I am obsessed with water. I love water, the smell of the sea, the splashing sound of the waves against the rocks or when they crawl on the sandy beach. And I enjoy walking on the sunny side of the street in the company of my shadow because I like to be warm and sometimes there is too much darkness in me. I am also a vortex of emotions which reflects in my writing too.

What are some of your pet peeves?
As a writer, I have a couple of pet peeves: poorly edited books with lots of typos and ugly covers. My pet peeve is also a lack of time for all the things I want do to, a constant struggle and running after something under everyday pressure. Aggressive people are also a big annoyance. I have zero tolerance for aggression because no one deserves to be treated like that. And I don’t like when people talk in movie theaters, so I prefer watching movies alone.

Where were you born/grew up at?
I was born and grew up in Zagreb, Croatia. I am still here until the road takes me somewhere else. A change would be nice since I have spent all of my life here, so far. To see new places and maybe meet in person some of the amazing people I have befriended online. To inject a bit of adventure into my life and just travel the road.


What are you passionate about these days?
I am always passionate about good books and movies. These days in particular I’m passionate about freedom. We all miss that sense of freedom we took for granted before. And yes, I am also passionate about water and its calming effect it has on me. I wish I could take a swim now!

What do you do to unwind and relax?
Some people meditate to unwind and relax, but I can’t do that. My brain is like a mad train always running somewhere, so I prefer talking to my closest friends instead. Apart from the talk, I like to read to relax. Books are magical, and a good book might be the best thing to relax. Taking a walk, window shopping, listening to music is also a good way to unwind and relax, as well as escaping to the seaside or other natural setting. But that happens on a very rare occasion.

What inspired you to write this book?
My personal experience in my early thirties, when I had a great time with my friends and skateboarders in Zagreb, inspired me to write this book. But Cruel Summer is so much more than a book about skateboarders. It goes much deeper into family issues and the rotten veins of our society and talks about mental and sexual abuse of teenagers and manipulating people for personal gain under the pretext of the common good.

What can we expect from you in the future?
I am planning on releasing one more book this or, more likely, next year. As is the case with all my books so far, it will be something different but closely related to Cruel Summer. I have a blessing and a curse that I am a multi-genre and cross-genre writer. The blessing is that I can write any kind of story I want but the curse is that I won’t have the same audience for all of my books. This is why marketing them is trickier, more demanding and harder.

Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?
I have one or two “side stories” about my characters in my head but I don’t know if they will ever come to life. I have experimented a little with my protagonist on one of the social networks, but this was just an experiment that might not live long enough to turn into something more significant.

Can you tell us a little bit about the characters in Cruel Summer?
Cruel Summer is the title of YA cross-genre novel with a dystopian atmosphere set in 1998 New York in an alternate universe. Michael Daniels is in the center of the world affected by climate change, where human experiments are common although hidden from the public eye. He is a bright and talented teenage skateboarder, a lover of poetry and Rimbaud in particular. He is also his abusive stepfather’s victim. Michael hangs around with his best friends Alien and Victor and other skateboarders from New Manhattan. He stays in touch with his younger sister Rebecca, who spends her vacation on their grandparent’s ranch in Colorado, by talking to her online and with his special powers.

Alien is Michael’s best friend. He is a talented skateboarder who, unlike Michael, has no interest in skating in the contests. He is a die-hard Star Wars and The X-Files fan and everything related to space and aliens (guess where his nickname came from!). A pizza delivery boy turned into a men’s underwear model. He is the first to jump in to help Michael in the moment of crisis.

Victor is a few years older than Michael and Alien. He is a former skateboarding champion and a renowned artist with spray paints, earning for a living as a graffiti artist. He visits his nana every day in the nursing home and will play a big role in a little conspiracy started by Alien when they make a plan to help Michael even if it means breaking a law.

Apart from these three protagonists from New York City, I want to mention Michael’s younger sister Rebecca, who escapes the big city to spend her vacation in a calmer and quieter environment. There she copes with the grief of losing her mother differently than Michael, not showing emotions and seemingly continuing with her life. She is a huge fan of horses and adores her grandparents. But there is also one teenage boy who comes into her life unexpectedly as a flash of lightning.

How did you come up with the concept and characters for the book?
I have spent some time with these young people and they impressed me so much that I wanted to write a story with skateboarders as protagonists. I borrowed beautiful eyes from one of them for my main protagonist, put bits of myself into other characters. But I am not wrong when I say that the story and the characters came to me once I started to live with them in my head before I made them “real” on the pages of my book.

Where did you come up with the names in the story?
I was looking for the names I like, the names which are both common and unconventional. Like Michael Daniels, Roy Travis and Victor Kenneth, and then Red Sunshine, Blue Sky and Gentle Wind. The names also play their part in the story, describing their characters and where or how they live.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
I enjoyed most the opportunity to share this story, that passion of mine with others. All the passion, emotions, tears, laughter, skateboarding tricks, good and bad things that happened to my protagonists, my love for New York. I wanted to share them all in a novel that won’t leave my readers indifferent. There are moments when Cruel Summer is an emotional bomb. And there is that feeling that you are watching a movie and not only reading a book.

I love my protagonists so much that I would like them to be actual people, and I hope my readers will recognize that. I am glad I wrote and published a book with skateboarders as protagonists, even though some readers might skip it because of that. But I ask them not to do that and to give it a chance, because Cruel Summer is so much more than just extreme sports and skateboarding. Its characters also have their dreams, loves, happy moments and tragedies. Just like we all do.

Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?
My main characters, Michael, Alien and Victor, are passionate about what they are doing. Skateboarding is in their blood and each of them enjoys it or builds their dreams and expectations around it. But they are also smart and talented young people who have other values. One of them is selflessness. They are tied together in a firm bond of a friendship and there isn’t much they won’t do for their friends. I love their loyalty and courage to stand in the first line of defense for a friend in need. They are ordinary young men with an extraordinary understanding of the world (except for Michael, who is something more than ordinary), more humane than many people today.

How did you come up with the title of your first novel?
Coming up with the title of my first novel (not translated into English) was a real challenge. I couldn’t get it right so I needed help from others, my family members included. When their suggestion struck the right note with me, I fine-tuned it until I was pleased with it.

Who designed your book covers?
My publishers’ designers designed my Croatian book covers while my four books translated into English were designed by three designers I hired. Croatian graphic designer Mario Kozar designed the first two novellas I published in English, A World Without Color and Look for Me Under the Rainbow. Domi from Inspired Cover Designs from the Czech Republic designed January River while a multi-talented designer and indie author from England, Dean Cole, designed the stunning cover for Cruel Summer.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
I don’t think I would change anything in my latest book if I had to do it all over again. I would try to do something else about my book though, to write it as a screenplay too. This is something I didn’t try yet, let alone mastered it. So I will leave that to professionals.

Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book?
I learned a lot during the writing of Cruel Summer. I studied skateboarding tricks (even though I didn’t learn how to do them with my board); I observed the skateboarding subculture, their way of life. Every book requires research, so there is always something new to learn during the writing process. Including the psychology of your characters and how they respond to challenges and behave under pressure.

If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?
Gosh, I am not too familiar with teenage popular actors. If he was a bit younger, that would be Timothée Chalamet. I can easily see him as Michael, having in mind his posture and the ability to transform himself into the character he is playing. He would be awesome as Michael. And his boyish looks help him look younger. So, yeah, let it be Timothée!

Anything specific you want to tell your readers?
Yeah, I want to tell my readers to please give Cruel Summer a chance. You can judge it by its cover but don’t judge it by the blurb only haha. Seriously, it is such a multi-layered story it is impossible to write all that is going on in a short blurb. It’s like an open field full of various flowers and everyone can find the flowers they love. Younger readers, older readers, lovers of sports, drama, poetry. Conspiracy, dystopia, family issues, abuse, music. Blooming teen love. New York at the end of the millennium. It’s a mix that functions well, according to my reviewers. And I agree with them.

When you read the book, please leave an honest review on Amazon and Goodreads. Even a sentence or two will do. Just be honest about it and say what you think. It means a lot to the characters you have spent a few precious moments of your time with. It means life or death to Michael, Alien, Victor, Rebecca, and their friends. They live thanks to your reviews and as long as you remember them.

How did you come up with name of this book?
I love summer; I love sun and light and my best memories from my inline skating and skateboarding days happened during summer. Summer was the season in which I wanted my story to happen, but the season that would be cruel to my protagonists. In terms of climate change, but also in their personal life and things that were happening in their society. Being a huge fan of the song “Cruel Summer” by Bananarama, which I hum a lot during summer, was the last incentive in the right direction for my book title.

What is your favorite part of this book and why?
My favorite parts of the book are the parts when Michael talks to his mother at her grave. While talking to his dead mother, Michael reveals how he feels, what he dreams about, his plans, fears. Those are very emotional moments, and I am a sucker for emotional stories. I also like the parts with Michael and Alien, the intimacy, warmth and strength of their friendship. The parts with Victor and his nana are too personal and I look at them differently. I also love the innocent beauty and spontaneousness which happens between Rebecca and Red Sunshine. It’s hard for me to speak in the singular when the answer demands to be in plural. Cruel Summer has a few layers and depending on the mood and the type of the reader, everyone will find something different, something they like best about this book.

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51 Comments
Bernard Jan link
5/28/2021 04:39:27 pm

Thank you so much for hosting Cruel Summer 🛹🗽🌨, Maia! This looks amazing!

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bn100
5/28/2021 06:58:15 pm

interesting excerpt

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Bernard Jan link
5/29/2021 05:42:32 pm

Thank you. 🙂

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Sherry
5/28/2021 08:01:17 pm

I really like the excerpt and the cover.

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Bernard Jan link
5/29/2021 05:43:35 pm

Thank you, Sherry! 🙂

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Kari B
5/29/2021 09:04:24 am

Such an interesting setting for a coming-of-age story. Should make for some good reading.

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Bernard Jan link
5/29/2021 05:45:19 pm

Thank you, Kari. I hope you get the chance to read the book one day. Would love to hear your thoughts. 😊

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Wendy Jensen
5/29/2021 12:22:00 pm

Interesting book details.

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Bernard Jan link
5/29/2021 05:46:23 pm

I am glad you like them, Wendy. Thank you!

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Susan Smith
5/29/2021 02:16:48 pm

Sounds like an interesting book. I like the cover.

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Bernard Jan link
5/29/2021 05:52:36 pm

Thank you, Susan! I am super happy with the cover and really enjoyed collaborating with Dean Cole. He is a great and talented designer and author, and he did a fantastic job. Can't praise him enough.

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Marcy Meyer
5/29/2021 02:23:48 pm

The cover looks great. Sounds like a good story.

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Bernard Jan link
5/29/2021 05:55:25 pm

Thank you, Marcy! All credits for the cover go to amazing Dean Cole. Not sure if I am allowed to post the links here but you can find him on Twitter and Goodreads. Hope you read the story one day, would love to hear your honest opinion. 🙂

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Beyond Comps
5/29/2021 02:35:53 pm

Great cover!

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Bernard Jan link
5/29/2021 06:02:24 pm

Thank you very much, Beyond Comps! I am glad you like Cruel Summer cover and am sure my designer Dean Cole will be happy to hear you like it too.

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Debbie P
5/29/2021 07:26:21 pm

This sounds like a very interesting book.

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Bernard Jan
5/30/2021 02:28:36 pm

Thank you, Debbie! 😃

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David Basile
5/29/2021 07:27:22 pm

Sounds like a good book

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Bernard Jan
5/30/2021 02:29:11 pm

Thanks, David! 😃

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Jessica Nomula
5/29/2021 10:38:55 pm

I am very excited for this!

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Bernard Jan
5/30/2021 02:30:37 pm

I am happy to hear that, Jessica. Thank you! 😃👍

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Debbi Wellenstein
5/30/2021 12:49:42 pm

I liked the excerpt. Thank you for the giveaway!

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Bernard Jan
5/30/2021 02:31:43 pm

You are welcome, Debbi! Thank you for your kind words. 😃

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wendy hutton
5/30/2021 01:49:49 pm

this sounds like a very interesting book

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Bernard Jan
5/30/2021 02:32:43 pm

Thank you for liking it, Wendy! 😃

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LYNN CLAYTON
5/30/2021 07:53:37 pm

oh nice cover looks like a great read

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Bernard Jan link
5/31/2021 05:29:31 am

Thank you very much, Lynn! I am glad you like the cover and will be honored if you read the book one day. 😊

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beth shepherd
6/2/2021 11:02:57 am

This looks like a great read! love the cover and the blurb

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Bernard Jan link
6/2/2021 05:13:35 pm

Thank you, Beth! Appreciate your kind words. 😀

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Terri Quick
6/2/2021 02:27:43 pm

Cool looking cover

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Bernard Jan link
6/2/2021 05:16:19 pm

Thank you very much, Terri! 😎👍

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Mary Cloud
6/3/2021 09:26:46 pm

No questions for the author - sounds interesting

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Bernard Jan link
6/4/2021 03:43:42 pm

Thank you, Mary!

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Tracie Cooper
6/4/2021 11:56:32 pm

What a great plot!

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Bernard Jan link
6/5/2021 04:10:38 am

Thank you, Tracie! Glad you like it! 😃👍

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Daniel M
6/24/2021 05:10:11 pm

like the cover

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Bernard Jan link
6/25/2021 03:48:05 am

Thanks, Daniel! Happy to hear that. I am proud of Dean Cole and the cover he made for Cruel Summer.

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Rajee Pandi
6/28/2021 01:36:54 pm

Love the book cover

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Bernard Jan link
6/28/2021 01:42:42 pm

Thank you, Rajee!

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Anita Jude
6/28/2021 08:14:43 pm

I love the book detail it sounds interesting

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Bernard Jan link
6/29/2021 03:16:08 am

Thank you very much, Anita!

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Buddy Garrett
6/28/2021 09:58:08 pm

The book details sounds very interesting.

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Bernard Jan link
6/29/2021 03:16:44 am

Thank you, Buddy!

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Sand
6/28/2021 10:35:58 pm

Sounds like a great book!

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Bernard Jan link
6/29/2021 03:17:16 am

Thank you, Sand!

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Jennifer Galindo
6/28/2021 11:05:09 pm

Loved the excerpt....anything like the new tv show on Netflix?

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Bernard Jan link
6/29/2021 03:18:05 am

Thank you very much, Jennifer!

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Jerry Marquardt
6/28/2021 11:52:31 pm

I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Cruel Summer, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

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Bernard Jan link
6/29/2021 03:20:04 am

Thank you for your kind words and wishes, Jerry! I appreciate it and wish all the best to you too. Whatever you put your heart and mind into, turn it into a success.

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Andrew link
9/19/2022 07:38:15 am

This book Cruel Summer is realy mind blowing and amazing. The author did great job and made huge efforts.

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Bernard Jan link
9/19/2022 10:40:36 am

Hi, Andrew, thank you so much for your amazing feedback and comment. I am more than thrilled that you like my book so much! Respect and appreciation.

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