Casey S Flyboy

On the morning of December 7, 1941, Chief Aviation Ordnanceman John W. Finn, though suffering multiple wounds, continued to man his machine gun against waves of Japanese aircraft attacking the Kaneohe Bay Naval Station during the infamous Pearl Harbor raid. Just over three years later, as World War II struggled into its final months, a B-29 radioman named Red Erwin lingered near death after suffering horrific burns to save his air crew in the skies off Japan. They were the first and last of thirty U.S. Navy, Army, and Marine Corps aviation personnel awarded the Medal of Honor for their actions against the Japanese during World War II. They included pilots and crewmen manning fighters and dive bombers and flying boats and bombers. One was a general. Another was a sergeant. Some shot down large numbers of enemy aircraft in aerial combat. Others sacrificed themselves for their friends or risked everything for complete strangers. Who were these now largely forgotten men? Where did they come from? What inspired them to rise “above and beyond”? What, if anything, made them different? Virtually all had one thing in common: they always wanted to fly. They came from a generation that revered the aces of World War I, like Eddie Rickenbacker, the civilian flyer Charles Lindbergh, and the lost aviator Amelia Earhart—and then they blazed their own trail during World War II.

Well, if it isn't Falcon Malone.In the panty-dropping flesh.My older brother's best friend and subject of my every teenage fantasy.He taught me how to kiss.Then he walked away.I tried to keep him buried in the past, but he's been in every kiss since.Tethering me to unattainable dreams.Well, he might have taught me how to kiss, but now I'm going to teach him how to? well, you get the idea.I'll tempt fate, tantalize Falcon, and resurrect a fierce hunger between the two of us.And then I'll be the one to walk away.I left my best friend's little sister, Emory Brooks planted firmly in my past.Or so I'd thought.Those pink girl-next-door lips of hers belonged in our sleepy hometown where I couldn't reach them.I'd taught her how to kiss...specifically, how to kiss me.Then I'd left.She deserved better than my tattered soul.Now she's here. All grown up. In my neighborhood. In my pub.And the subject of my friend's desire.My job...charm the ladies while my man goes for the prize.But not when the prize is Emory. He can have anyone else?but never her.I'm the wingman... and I'm about to go rogue.

A Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year * An ALA Rainbow Book List Top 10 Title for Young Readers Three kids who don’t belong. A room that shouldn’t exist. A year that will change everything. Perfect for fans of Rebecca Stead and Meg Medina, this debut middle grade novel from award-winning author Mark Oshiro is a hopeful and heartfelt coming-of-age story for anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t fit in. San Francisco and Orangevale may be in the same state, but for Héctor Muñoz, they might as well be a million miles apart. Back home, being gay didn’t mean feeling different. At Héctor’s new school, he couldn’t feel more alone. Most days, Héctor just wishes he could disappear. And he does. Right into the janitor’s closet. (Yes, he sees the irony.) But one day, when the door closes behind him, Héctor discovers he’s stumbled into a room that shouldn’t be possible. A room that connects him with two new friends from different corners of the country—and opens the door to a life-changing year full of friendship, adventure, and just a little bit of magic. “Sometimes hilarious, sometimes devastating, but always full of heart, The Insiders carves out a space for us all to be our true selves.” —Kwame Mbalia, New York Times bestselling author of Tristan Strong Punches a Hole in the Sky