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                                                              Damselfly (Damselfly #1)
                                                                 by Jennie Bates Bozic
                                                                Release Date: 11/11/13

Summary from Goodreads:
In 2065, the Lilliput Project created Lina - the first six-inch-tall winged girl - as the solution to a worldwide energy and food crisis. Isolated in a compound amidst the forests of Denmark, Lina has grown up aware of only one purpose: learn how to survive in a world filled with hawks, bumblebees, and loneliness. However, on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, she discovers that she’s not the only teenager her size. Six 'Toms' were created shortly after Lina, and now her creators need to prove to the world that tiny people are the next logical step in human evolution. In other words, they need to prove that reproduction is possible.

Um. No thanks. Lina's already fallen in love with a boy she met online named Jack. Only he has no idea that thumbelina1847 could literally fit inside his heart.

When her creators threaten to hurt Jack unless she chooses a husband from among the ‘Toms’, Lina agrees to star in a reality TV series. Once the episodes begin to air, the secret of her size is out. Cut off from any contact with the outside world, Lina assumes Jack is no longer interested. After all, what guy would want to date a girl he can’t even kiss?

Slowly, very slowly, she befriends the six young men who see her as their only ticket to happiness. Perhaps she can make just one guy’s dream of love and companionship come true. But her creators have a few more twists in store for her that she never thought possible.

She’s not the only one playing to the cameras.

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                                                                 ***Promo Excerpt*** 

                                                                            Lina’s 16th Birthday Party

I wait until 6:05 p.m. to make sure I’m late enough to further annoy Dr. Christiansen, and then I take off for the party. My new haircut is surprisingly easy to style. I’ve got a silver headband in it, and I’m wearing makeup—bright pink lipstick and a smidge of eyeliner. Black slippers on my feet. My dress is still damp, but I don’t even care. I’m actually excited.
      The main buildings of the compound circle the planetarium/dining hall. Tonight, three limousines are lined up outside while several photographers snap pictures of the gathering guests. I freeze at the edge of the forest. There’s no way I’m flying through that crowd. Best to go through the back door.
      I find an open window into the kitchen. The chef and her staff are milling around like angry bees, setting up dishes, chopping ingredients, and generally getting into each other’s way. They don’t even see me as I cross the ceiling and slip into the dining hall.
     The hall is almost unrecognizable. The wood plank walls are draped with white, and hundreds of candles hang from the ceiling, along with white streamers and gold hearts. White and gold cloths cover all of the tables. The planetarium dome is all lit up with stars and planets.
      It’s beautiful. It’s also nothing close to what I would have picked myself. But tonight is not really about me, is it?
      I take a deep breath to equalize my rising frustration levels as the front doors open and guests begin to mill into the room. A confused-looking reporter and cameraman step inside and search along the walls. They must be looking for me. Too bad for them. I wait until they turn away, and then I fly up into the dark ceiling. There’s a lip around the edge of the planetarium’s dome and that’s where I intend to hang out until I decide how to make my entrance. I get up there without being spotted, then sit cross-legged, with my arms and chin resting on the smooth wood. It’s a good vantage point. I can see everything from up here.
     I spot some of my parents. The last time I saw them I was ten years old. They came to see “how I’d turned out.” I guess they’re not so much my parents as they are my biological donors, but I still like to think of them as my folks. It makes me feel a little more normal, as if I’m a kid whose parents got divorced and remarried several times and now they have this big, weird family. I’ve even separated them into “real” parents and “step” parents.
     Norbert Eisler is my “real dad.” I picked him mostly because his last name is the best. “Lina Eisler” has a nice ring to it. I’m told I got half of my looks, including my hair, from him. He’s a famous Germanic composer. I would never listen to any of his music for fun, but he’s got great blond hair (or did before he lost it all) and he’s talented. I guess.
     I picked Natalia Chislova to be my “real mom.” She’s a Russian ballerina, and she had a miniature cross necklace made especially for me that I wear it all the time. She writes me letters now and then, but my Russian isn’t so good. When we met, she actually spoke to me like I was a human, a real person. The others treated me like a science experiment. I suppose I am both of those things.
     There, by the lemonade fountain, is “step-mom” Corinne Albertson. She won a Nobel Prize for something math-related and boring. Well, boring to me anyway. Next to her is another “step”—Jimema Lopez, the daughter of the first female president of the South American Republic.
      I scan the room for my favorite “step,” Philip Ford, and find him hanging out by the door to the men’s room. He has the world’s highest IQ and has won two Pulitzer Prizes. I caught him picking his nose around the corner during the speeches at my tenth birthday. I nearly flew right into his face, so I got a nice close-up of his clandestine activities. He was horrified, but at the time, I thought it was pretty cool I’d busted an adult for doing something gross. Four of the “steps” are already seated at the head table and ignoring each other. They’re all from the United European Republic, but I can’t remember all of their names. They were probably famous sixteen years ago but have since fallen into obscurity. One’s an Italian chef, another is a Greek Olympian, and Lord Anthony is the descendant of three separate defunct European thrones. Then there’s Hassad Jabir, who solved the Israeli-Palestinian crisis the year before I was created. Unfortunately it unsolved itself shortly after that.
     I don’t see Dr. Lee anywhere. He’s an entomologist from China. We don’t really get along because I hate insects with a passion. I was terrified of them as a kid. Most children are afraid of monsters or lions or something. Those never frightened me as much because all I had to do was fly away from them. But you can’t fly away from a bee—those darn things chase you.
     It was Dr. Lee who created the Azure Megaloprepus Caerulatus Damselfly, the largest, most colorful damselfly in existence. He messed with its genetics so its wings have the blue coloring. Then he combined the resulting DNA with everybody else’s to create me: the first successfully engineered six-inch human with a twelve-inch wingspan. He picked the damselfly instead of the dragonfly because the damselfly folds its wings behind its back when it’s not using them. It makes it a lot easier to walk through the doors in my house.
     Dr. Christiansen comes in through the side door wearing her pinched smile. Her eyes scour every inch of the place, but she still doesn’t see me. She snaps her fingers at Jane, who leans in like an obedient dog to receive her instructions before scampering away. I half-expect her to crawl on the floor and look under all of the tablecloths, but she slips out the side door that leads into the hall.
    She’s probably going to my house. If she tramples my garden again, I will personally… Well, I don’t know what I’ll do. But I’ll think of something.
    The flutter of small wings catches my eye, and I spot two of the Toms. They sit down at the tiny table on the center platform. I can’t make out any of their features other than their hair—pitch black and blond—but I’m suddenly curious. I lean forward to get a better look.

About the Author
I'm a visual effects artist for film and television by day, and at night I don my author cape and pen stories for the YA crowd. I love a good fairy tale, especially if there's a creepy twist, so that's what I write.

I met my husband in the World of Warcraft and we live in Los Angeles with our cat. We spend our time playing video games, reading, hiking, sweeping up cat hair, and cursing the terrible traffic.

I have a bachelor's degree in Religion and Philosophy from Hillsdale College, and some of my past jobs have included: swimming lessons teacher, lifeguard, furniture salesperson, barista, and loan officer. I was especially terrible at the loan officer bit and that's what prompted me to make a major change and go off to Canada to get a diploma in 3D Animation and Visual Effects. After that, I moved to Los Angeles by myself and roomed with two crazy sisters I found on Craigslist. But that's another tale. 

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