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Impossible book coverWhat's Impossible About?
About Writing This Book
Read An Excerpt
Awards & Reviews
Interviews, Blogs, and Web Extras
Publication Info

What's Impossible About?

Lucy is seventeen when she discovers that the women of her family have been cursed through the generations, forced to attempt three seemingly impossible tasks or to fall into madness upon their child's birth. But Lucy is the first girl who won't be alone as she tackles the list. She has her fiercely protective foster parents beside her. And she has Zach, whose strength amazes her more each day. Do they have enough love and resolve to overcome an age-old evil?

Inspired by the ballad "Scarborough Fair," Impossible combines suspense, fantasy, and romance.

One-minute Book Trailer: turn your volume on for music:

About Writing This Book  

Impossible Book Cover ImageThe writing of Impossible is rooted in several different places. One of these roots is in romantic fiction, which I read a good deal of as a teenager and young woman, and which I've always loved, though I've never before felt drawn to write it.

As a reader and observer, though, I've been particularly interested during the last few years in the strength of paranormal romance fiction, the most popular of which is vampire fiction. What do women and girls find so compelling in these fictions, and why? It's easy to answer: it's that powerful and dangerous Alpha male hero. Okay, so he wants to basically drain the heroine dry. Somehow, she finds that attractive.

She really does.

I’ve had the impulse to take teenage fangirls aside and say, “Fantasy is good, sure. But you do realize, don’t you, that the relationships in these books are not models to use when selecting an actual mate?”

Of course I don’t do this. I remember the romantic young woman reader in myself too well to try it. I know it's useless.

The bad boy as erotic love object has a long and compelling literary history. Just for a smattering of it: Lord Byron caused a sensation with "The Corsair." Emily Brontë and Charlotte Brontë gave us Heathcliff and Mr. Rochester. Today’s vampire and other unearthly fictional male beings are the latest manifestations in a long and (it must be admitted) delightful tradition.

I fully appreciate the existence in fiction of the bad boy hero; I have been since the age of twelve a huge Jane Eyre fan. But in maturity, I see how easily Rochester might have destroyed Jane. The last section of the novel, in which Jane risks her life to escape Rochester, was absolutely necessary. As the writer Jean Rhys recognized in Wide Sargasso Sea, Rochester is a kind of vampire and possibly not entirely blameless for his first wife’s madness. (It’s also interesting to note that Brontë disempowered Rochester physically, and empowered Jane financially, before allowing Jane to choose him as her husband.)

As a teenage reader, though, I didn’t understand why Brontë found this necessary; I had neither the experience nor the emotional tools. I understood only Rochester’s erotic power and believed Jane should stay with him even after the revelation of his lies, manipulations, and the "for her own good" concealment and imprisonment of his first wife. He loved Jane truly, after all. I accepted that -- and the whole concept of "true love" -- at face value.

Reflecting back on the vampire-fiction as the reading of choice for teen girls today, then, I can’t shake a disapproving finger. It would be presumptuous and condescending (and again, so very useless).

But at the same time, I feel strongly that popular culture, which includes contemporary literature, is not neatly cordoned off emotionally into the realm of fantasy. Our choice of beloved and of entertaining reading matters; it affects us; it can change who we are. What we steep ourselves in and dream about affects the choices we make.

Art matters.

These musings tumbled around in my head, but for me, fiction doesn’t usually come from a cerebral place. Nor, I believe, should it be didactic, though I do like a novel to raise psychological and ethical questions (they are questions I am puzzling over myself while I write, not presenting to a reader from some podium).

But still, in 2005, while thinking about vampire fiction, I found myself wondering: would it be even possible to create a “good boy” romantic hero who would be just as compelling, desirable, and fictionally effective as a bad boy hero -- while being entirely realistic and human? Can good-boy romantic fiction be compelling and thrilling, big and satisfying, page-turning, pulse-thumping, have emotional depth and power, and be thoughtful, sensitive and well-written to boot?

Quite the challenge.

Meanwhile, quite a different novel had begun taking shape for me sometime in the mid-1990s. I had been thinking about the ballad Scarborough Fair, as recorded by Simon and Garfunkel. As a teenager, I found the song beautiful and sad and oh-so-romantic.

Listening to the lyrics as an adult, though (you will detect a common theme), I was taken aback. The man demands one impossible task after another from the woman, and if she doesn’t deliver, then she’s no “true love” of his. I thought: There’s no way that woman can prove herself to that man; he’s already made up his mind. Did she do him wrong? What’s the story?

I considered the particulars of the lyrics: the impossible tasks. It occurred to me that probably you could make a shirt “without no seams nor needlework.” Couldn’t you just whip up a shirt in a chemical vat nowadays, somehow?

Could I construct a puzzle-type novel around the lyrics? Suppose, for some unknown reason, a girl has to prove her love by actually performing the three tasks. I’d use a modern setting, I planned, and I’d have her figure it out using technology. Surprise him. He’s wrong, it turns out. She does understand true love. She can prove it.

Over ten years ago, I felt that this was the germ of something, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make a novel. I’d have to figure out the technological puzzle beforehand, and I was initially stumped. Another problem was that I couldn’t imagine the situation under which the puzzle-solving would occur. The characters, the plot, the impetus, the urgency? Love was clearly involved, somehow, but I just didn’t know enough.

I set it aside . . . until I started thinking, in 2005, about bad boys. The two elements came together. Was the man who was demanding the impossible tasks a bad boy, rather than an unfairly wronged and innocent lover? Idly, I googled Scarborough Fair—not possible a decade previously—and found this:

“This ballad first appeared as ‘. . . A Discourse betwixt a young Woman and the Elphin Knight.’ This was a black-letter ballad (broadside) that was printed circa 1670. In later variants the elfin knight is replaced by the devil.”

[http://www.contemplator.com/america/blowind.html]

I saw the word devil and several major pieces snapped into place.

There would be a “true love” curse maliciously inflicted upon a family-line of women by an unearthly being; a bad boy. He would fit the English/Scottish definition of an elf: a full-size, glamorous, cruel, magical, and immortal creature that uses humans as playthings. He could be defeated—but only by the reality of true human love.

True human love. My “good boy.”

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The video below is an interview of Nancy (with author and friend Mary E. Pearson and by Ed Spicer of SpicyReads.org) about Impossible.

Read an Excerpt  

From Impossible, copyright © 2008  by Nancy Werlin.

From Miranda Scarborough's diary, written when she was eighteen, and discovered by her daughter Lucy seventeen years later:

I saw him today. The beautiful man. I don’t know about elves and faeries, but I also don’t know what else to call him. The Elfin Knight.

He’s not human. He is evil. He is—I don’t know, exactly. Powerful. Immortal. I don’t know.

I am in deep trouble and I am very afraid.

What happened was this. I had just left the nursing home where I help out in the kitchen. The cook is nice to me. She lets me sit down while I’m chopping vegetables.

I was walking down the hill toward Soledad and Leo’s. The sun was going down, but there was still enough light to see. And then I noticed this man about halfway down the hill, where it flattens. He was standing still and looking up at me. I could see his shape, see his shoulders.

Somehow I knew it was him, the beautiful man. And I was happy to see him. Thrilled, actually, and excited.

I am such a fool.

The baby started kicking like crazy. I knew from Soledad that babies did that, but mine never had before, not like this. I felt like my insides were a punching bag. It hurt, some, but I didn’t care. It felt to me like the baby knew, too, that something amazing was going on.

All the while I could see the man still looking up at me, waiting for me. I almost floated all the way down the hill to him, with one hand on my stomach where the baby was having a tantrum inside me.

And then I was next to him.

He shines like the moon on a dark night. Even now that I know he’s evil, I have to say that.

But I didn’t know he was evil yet. I knew he’d be interested in the baby, since the baby only existed because he had introduced me to that boy, that night at the party. So I said, “My daughter is kicking.” And then I sort of lifted my shirt. I invited him to feel it.

So his hands were on me, on my bare skin under my shirt, on my belly. Just for a few seconds.

That was when I knew I had been used. Manipulated. That was when I understood everything.

I understood it because he wanted me to. As he touched me, he let me see his thoughts. And I saw the past. I saw my mother, when she was my age. And her mother, too. I can’t write it all out, not all of it. It’s too much, and it was too terrible.

He has cursed us. Me, my mother, her mother, her mother. The Scarborough girls. It’s all in the ballad. It’s not just a song, it’s a curse. I saw it all; I knew it all in that moment.

He leaned in close. He whispered to me. “The three tasks. You must perform those three tasks. You will not be able to, but still you must try, just as your mother instructed you to. It is in your best interest to try. If you do not perform the three tasks successfully by the time your daughter is born, then everything that has happened to your mother will happen to you. And then to your daughter.”

And then he laughed. He said, “I will enjoy watching you try. I always do. I have enjoyed it ever since your ancestress, Fenella, chose to defy me.”

It was—it was—it was—

I can’t write any more.

But I have to do it. I have to! I don’t want to go crazy. I refuse to end up like my mother. I refuse.

And then there is my daughter.

My daughter.

My daughter.

Awards & Reviews

Awards:

  • A School Library Journal Best Book of 2008
  • A Booklist Editor's Choice for 2008
  • A Kirkus Reviews Best YA book of 2008
  • An ABC (American Indepent Booksellers for Children) Best Books for Teens selection for 2008
  • Number 4 on the "Top 10 Fall 2008 Children's IndieNext" Recommended List (American Independent Booksellers Association)
  • A Texas Tayshas Reading List selection for 2009-2010

Reviews:

  • “This tale, inspired by the song "Scarborough Fair," showcases the author's finesse at melding genres [with its] graceful interplay between wild magic and contemporary reality [and its] catapulting suspense.”
    —Booklist    , starred review, July, 2008 
  • “This unique story flows smoothly and evenly, and the well-drawn characters and subtle hints of magic early on allow readers to enter willingly into the world of fantasy.”
    —School Library Journal    , starred review, Sept. 2008 
  • “Modern logic and methodology mesh splendidly with fairy lore; if emergency contraception won't break the curse, then maybe duct tape will.”
    —Kirkus Reviews    , starred review, August 2008 
  • “Imaginative, enticing teen romance . . . The delicious conceit of inflicting a fairy-tale conundrum on a modern-day high schooler means that Lucy, her foster parents, and Zach employ Google and eBay, along with old-fashioned true love, in their suspenseful battle to break the curse and best the evil Elfin Knight. Readers will swoon at the intensity of emotion building between Lucy and Zach.”
    —Horn Book Magazine    , Sept, 2008 
  • “Werlin unobtrusively and intriguingly brings the historic ballad into the twenty-first century, merging the old-fashioned tasks with contemporary solutions . . . Readers will be drawn into Lucy's struggle to defeat the ancient evil spirit of the Elfin Knight . . . Even more satisfying is the shiver-inducing romance between Lucy and Zach.”
    —The Bulletin (BCCB)    , Recommended, Sept/Oct, 2008 
  • “Melds fantasy and suspense in a contemporary setting for a romance with plenty of teen appeal.”
    —Publishers Weekly    , July 28, 2008 
  • “With its romantic plot and folkloric roots, Impossible might seem at first glance to be a departure for author Nancy Werlin. But, in addition to showcasing her adeptness at developing characters, Impossible remains, in the end, just as suspenseful as any of Werlin's more traditional mystery novels. Romantic tension, a battle between good and evil, and a race against time—all set within a realistic contemporary setting—result in an intriguing medley of genres and a story that will remain in readers' minds much like a beautiful, haunting melody.”
    —BookPage, October, 2008
  • “Werlin's book seamlessly weaves fable and fairy tale with Lucy's modern life. Lucy herself is a treasure of a character; she is spunky and unique and fiercely independent.”
    —Voya     
  • “Since I am so obsessed with this book, I insist you join me in my obsession. GO buy this book immediately. Adults are going to love this, also, so don't be ashamed to get your own copy. Nancy's writing continues to excede my greatest expectations.”
    —Diane Chen, Practically Paradise blog, School Library Journal
  • “This perfect blend of contemporary teen angst, romance, and myth had me racing through the pages to find out if Lucy beat the clock on going crazy while simultaneously Googling the lyrics to Scarborough Fair to see if I had any better luck at solving the riddle.”
    —Jen Hubert, Reading Rants blog
  • “Werlin has crafted a finely tuned novel that will delight fantasy fans and romance readers alike. Kudos to her for this fine tale. Essential purchase for middle school and high school.”
    —Cindy Mitchell, Kiss The Book blog 
  • “[O]nce I got an advance copy and started reading, I ravenously consumed it. I just had to finish it--I had to find out what happened. And once I did, I understood the raves for this book.”
    —Librarian By Day blog 
  • “[W]hy [are] contemporary authors are so drawn to characters and plots from fairy tales, myths, and ballads? So often, it’s the elements that trouble us, even horrify us, that we respond to and want to explore. In the Author’s Note at the end, Werlin explains how the book evolved, and you can see this process at work. Fascinating stuff.”
    —Heather Tomlinson, Take Notes! blog 
  • “Loved this. Gave it to my daughter with a "read it." ”
    —Melissa Marr, blog 
  • “It's impossible not to love this book. Every year, I read hundreds of books. I tend to not think much of about half of them, enjoy another thirty percent or so, love another eighteen percent, and then, rarely, there are those few books that cling to my heart and soul. Impossible is one of the clingers-on. I can't wait until more people have read this because I am dying to discuss it.”
    —Carlie Webber, Librarily Blonde blog 
  • “Werlin proves not only to be a captivating writer in Impossible, but also a uniquely clever and sensitive one as well as this unusual, romantic, and enchanting novel unfolds.”
    —The Compulsive Reader blog
  • “A fantasy so engrossing that it is impossible to put down.”
    —Susan Fichtelberg, Encountering Enchantment blog
  • “This was a totally absorbing read, part mystery, part folklore, part coming-of-age. Werlin has proven her prowess at storytelling over and over again ... I think this is a book that will appeal to fans of Libba Bray's trilogy.”
    —Prof. Teri Lesesne, The Goddess of YA Literature blog
  • “Nancy Werlin has written yet another wonderful novel for teens which shows how much she respects them as readers ... I actually think this book has great potiential for crossing over and appealing to twenty and thirty-something readers, and maybe even a wider readership than that.”
    —Susan259, ReadSpace blog
  • “Werlin has crafted a novel filled with twists and turns, stomach wrenching surprises, and a timelessness but modern feel. Lucy is a great female character who displays a winning innocence but amazing strength as well.”
    —Tasha Saecker, Menasha Kids blog
  • “I did not like Nancy's last book, about the awful mother [The Rules of Survival]. However, Impossible is the best book Nancy has ever written. I feel it's a classic. Please note that's my name on the dedication page.”
    —Nancy's Mom     

Interviews, Blogs, and Web Extras

Publication Info

  • Reading level: Ages 12 and up.
  • ISBN: 978-0-8037-3002-1
  • U.S. Hardcover: Dial Books (Penguin Putnam Inc.), September, 2008.
  • Audiobook: November, 2008 from Brilliance Audio.
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