Crewel by Gennifer Albin
I am Sarah. I am fourteen years old and an avid reader; it is one of my favorite things to do. Inspired by authors’ creations of magnificent places and surprising havens built by simple letters, I aspire to be an author and, meanwhile, nurture the love to write.
There is a place where the golden strands of time run forward, the horizontal threads in the weave of the world; where shimmering, glittering threads make up the elements and the people, the tapestry of this place; where girls called Spinsters are called upon to weave it.
In this place, called Arras, lives a sixteen-year-old girl called Adelice.
Adelice has trained her whole life to be clumsy. She has practiced and perfected her skills until she can drop something with ease, until any threads tangle in her fingers despite their burning urge to weave them. She’s maintained her purity standards and stayed segregated and obeyed her parents, but she—and by extension, her family—is determined not to become a famed Spinster.
But nothing can hide the fact that the strands of time bend themselves for her fingers alone.
And so begins Crewel—the story of Adelice Lewys, a girl who will not bow down, roll over, and play nice. She has the power to weave this world, a world she isn’t sure deserves weaving, and her potential leaves it up to her to choose whether her contribution will lead to the continuation of Arras, or her abstinence will destroy it. In this deliciously tangled sci-fi, Gennifer Albin spins a brilliant tapestry about one girl in a world that needs her but does not want her—a girl who has the power to make a decision that will change it forever.
