Genre: Middle-grade fantasy
Title: Starloom, Spindle
Sam loved math. She liked the way numbers felt real and heavy. They settled her in a way that nothing else could. Sometimes, she didn’t know how to respond to people when they talked to her. She’d hear them say hello, but her mind was miles away, trying to work through computations that she could see, numbers floating right beneath the surface in a way that seemed to make sense of things.
She stared into space for a few minutes before it clicked.
Sam didn’t know how many times her grandmother had tried to teach her simple stitches—or how many times she’d dropped them in frustration before returning to her keyboard.
She really needed that, since the people who listened to her drove her crazy—and the people she wanted to talk to rarely had time for anything other than preparing for the pageant.
She’d come home from school every day, grab a glass of milk, and head straight upstairs, where she’d add and subtract, trying to redesign the code so she could map out what looked like a rainbow spider web, radiating endless loops.