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The Cinderella Theorem by Kristee Ravan

The Cinderealla Theorum blitz bannerThe Cinderella Theorem

by Kristee Ravan

Genre: YA Fantasy/Fairy Tale Retellings

Release Date: May 2016

The Cinderella Theorem

Fairy tales are naturally non-mathematical. That is a fact, and fifteen-year- old Lily Sparrow loves factual, mathematical logic. So when her mother confesses that Lily’s deceased father is (a) not dead, (b) coming to dinner, and (c) the ruler of a fairy tale kingdom accessible through the upstairs bathtub, Lily clings to her math to help her make sense of this new double life (1 life in the real world + 1 secret life in the fairy tale world = a double life).

Even though it’s not mathematical, Lily finds herself being pulled into a mystery involving an unhappy Cinderella, a greasy sycophant called Levi, and a slew of vanishing fairy tale characters. Racing against the clock, with a sound mathematical plan, can Lily save her fairy tale friends before they vanish forever?

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Chapter 2

Lubcker

I screamed and threw my toothbrush at him. Not waiting to see if my aim was good, I rushed out, slamming the door behind me.

“MOM!”

The man opened the bathroom door. “Lily, let me ex—”

“Stay back.” I grabbed the mini-vac off the floor and revved it at him. I could hear Mom rushing up the stairs.

“Lily? What’s going on?” Mom stopped when she saw the man. “Matt! Welcome home!” She threw her arms around him, kissing him.

I dropped the vacuum.

“Lily,” Mom said, pushing the tub-man forward a little, “this is your father. Matt,” she started tearing up, “this is Lily.”

Will nothing in my life ever be mathematical or normal again? Not only is my father not dead, but I meet him while brushing my teeth, and my mother greets her husband that she hasn’t seen in fifteen years like he just came home from a day at the office.

Tub Man handed a present to my mom. Then he hugged me. I pulled back a little from the hug, but he didn’t notice. He just squeezed tighter and said, “I’ve missed you so much, Lily. I’ve been looking forward to this day ever since you were born.”

I couldn’t think of any response to this, so I stared at him, studying his features to form an equation.

My father = a tub-loving, blonde-haired, tallish man, who is not dead, but apparently has a loose definition of what it means to be a family man.

My mother interrupted my analysis. “Let’s go downstairs,” she said. “We’ll be more comfortable. Lily, don’t forget to put the vacuum away.”

Tub Man beamed as he put his arm around Mom.

I picked up the mini-vac, stuffed it in the closet and followed my “parents” to the living room. My mother sat next to my “father” on the couch. I sat in the chair opposite, processing what had just happened. How did he get in the bathtub? If he came to our house after school, I would have heard him coming upstairs. If he had been in the house since before I got home, why did my mother act like she had seen him for the first time upstairs? And why was he in the bathtub?!

About the Author

kristee ravanKristee Ravan lives in Oklahoma with her husband, daughter, and pet fish, Val (short for Valentine). She wanted to be many things as she grew up including a general, an artist, and an architect. But she never bothered to say, “I want to be a writer when I grow up.” She was always writing stories and thought of herself as a writer anyway. She sent her first story to a publisher in the sixth grade. (It was rejected – in a nice way.) When she is not making up stories in her head, she enjoys reading, juggling, green smoothies, playing dollhouse with her daughter, and hearing from her fans.

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About Kristine

As an aspiring author, avid bookworm, fitness fanatic and dedicated mother, there just aren't enough hours in the day. I write or post about things I'm passionate about and spend my time trying to make the most of every day. Life may be a tough journey, but I have my ruby red slippers and am content on skipping along this yellow brick road until the end of the line.

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