Book Spotlight: The Avocadonine and Spring Stone by Patrick Barnes

Inside the Book:

Title: The Avocadonine and Spring Stone
Author: Patrick Barnes
Publisher: Independent Self Publishing
Publication Date: January 26, 2015
Pages: 334
Genre: Young Adult Fiction
Book Description:
Praised by many as one of the best YA fiction books you’ll ever read.
Rey Naresh, a likeable kid worth rooting for, is going into the ninth grade at Pemota High.  He’s not sure what to expect being fresh off a visit with a gypsy who may or may not have been psychic, but he’s hoping in ninth grade he’ll get to meet his crush, the pretty green eyed, Christy Lane.  He’s wanted her to notice him since sixth grade and keeps a letter to her in his backpack.  The school bully, Huxley Core, and his friends, who call themselves Nadine’s Puppies, threaten to publish something about Rey in their libelous newsletter.  As Rey looks up at the stars one night he realizes he will have to confront Huxley and be man enough to make Christy fall for him.
One day, on the bus, fellow ninth grader, Ryan O’toole, says to Rey that there’s something wrong with something the students are drinking and that electronics are making a humming sound when he’s near them.  It sounds to Rey like looney toons, but are other students having a similar problem?  Rey and Christy unite and embark on a quest that seems to have to do with mind control by an evil administration and provides a quandary for philosophical thought.  A mystery seems to have taken hold of Pemota High, one that may stretch back generations to a malicious woman and a story of her relationship with a student named Spring Stone.
Book Excerpt:
“Der,” Huxley straddled the bench and sat down next to Joe, “It’s your
newsletter.”  Huxley was tired of talking
about the newsletter.  He didn’t write
the articles, didn’t come up with the ideas, and didn’t care whether or not
people came up to him in the hall and said, “Funny article Huxley.”  The newsletter was getting old.
Above them the branches of Douglas Fir Trees blew in the wind which was
strong today.  Acorns like big
caterpillar cocoons fell on the grass.
The Smokers Corner was inhabited by three others on this after school
smoking session.  Sarah Wein was sucking
on a Marlboro.  Her boyfriend Jonas
Wilson was with her.  And their friend
Jared McCurry had joined the smoking session.
The three of them were seniors and had no interest in the affairs of the
ninth graders.
“Huxley, I read about this,” Der said.
“You got your switchblade?”
Switchblades were legal in Pemota, but carrying them concealed was
not.  Huxley had sent away for his.  He slipped through the school’s doors each
day switchblade in pocket, unbeknownst to the authorities, because Pemota High
never had or would need metal detectors.
“Is this the PTSD thing?”  Joe
asked, as he stomped on a cigarette.
Der had learned about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from The Deer
Hunter.  He found it on the internet and
learned it was caused by intense fear and anger under helpless conditions.  Der thought it was possible to institute the
disorder without a combat circumstance.
Huxley and Joe strongly disagreed.
“Der,” Huxley chided, “That’s for people in Vietnam.”
“This will be like Vietnam,” Der said, “Just do what I say.”
Huxley and Joe looked at each other.
Joe gave a shrug and that was enough for them both to know they would go
along with what Der had in mind.  Der
pointed to the wide arcing sidewalk corner, “Stand there, pop it out, and show
it to them.”
Joe said under his breath, “That’s what she said.”
Huxley laughed at Joe’s favorite thing to say.  It never seemed to get old.  Christy and Rey were approaching
cautiously.  Then Christy stopped.  Huxley was standing there with a switchblade
in his hand.  He held his hand knuckles
up.  Then he dropped the switchblade to
his side and started doing Karate like movements with it.
Rey looked at Christy noticing she had turned bright red.  “Huxley, if you hurt us you’re going to
jail,” she screamed.
“Tell them if they ignore the insults they can gain entrance to Harper
Way,” Der said.
“If you ignore the insults you can gain entrance to Harper Way,” Huxley
said adding a few Karate chops.
Normally, Huxley didn’t intimidate Rey.
But normally, Huxley didn’t have a switchblade in his hand.  A thick powerful wind shook Rey and Christy’s
T-shirts around as they pushed forward but going nowhere.  The Douglas Fir Trees shielded the Smokers
Corner.  Rey thought the smartest
decision was to go back to the school.
He could sit with Christy and wait for a ride, but then Christy would
have to meet his Mom, and that would surely be embarrassing.  He also didn’t want to look like a “pussy” as
Huxley had called him in front of both Christy and Huxley.
“What do you want to do?”  Rey
“They won’t do anything,” Christy said.
She put her hand on Rey’s back and pushed him forward with her.  She walked forward determined.
On the Smokers Corner, Der had taken Huxley’s place on the bench.  “Verbal assault,” he said quietly.  “It’s what PTSD was made for.”
“You sure, Der?”  Joe asked.
Der nodded then called out: “Hey Christy.  Did you hear David Benson has a horse named
Christy?  We all sit around wondering if
you like to hang out in his stable.”
“That ponytail is like a mane,” Joe joined in, “You can just hold on to
it and go for a ride.”  Joe found this
comment extremely depressing as he did think Christy was pretty, and would
barely acknowledge it to himself.
“Christy, let us take turns.  Let
us ride you like you’re a pony.”  Der
stood up at that point, and threw his arm forward like he was punching
them.  “Rey, is that your bitch, because
I’ve seen better looking horses at the Kentucky Derby.”
As they approached, Huxley rounded the arcing corner doing karate
moves, keeping them aware of the switchblade.
Christy had tears in her eyes Rey noticed.  He put his hand on her back briefly.  His heart was doing jumping jacks, his face
was blushed, and he felt sweat seeping out of every pore in his body.
“Aw, the stable masters come to give the horse a pat on the back.  To be a beastiality loving stable master from
Mexico.”  Der looked at Joe who seemed to
be speechless.  “Rey when you ask her for
her number make sure it’s not her racing ID.
I’m sure she’s stamped somewhere.
They’ve got her on file at the racing bureau.  You can probably get her number there.”
Christy and Rey were feet away from Harper Way and in twenty more yards
would be free as flying sparrows.  Rey
was dying to stand up for her.  Sarah
stood up for them instead.  “Jesus Christ
guys, leave them alone.  They didn’t do
anything to you.”
Der paid Sarah no mind.  “Does
your sister ride you at home?  Is that
why you hate her so much?  Does she pull
on the reins and dig her spurs into your sides.”
Christy was growing more and more infuriated.  She began to feel like she was going to
explode and that her whole life would be ruined if she didn’t say something.
“Hey Christy,” Huxley said, sounding very uncharacteristically
serious.  “What’s it like to always be
second?  What’s it like when everywhere
you go you’re just a reminder of Brianna? She’s cooler, smarter, prettier.  You’re just the little sister that’s always
about to cry.”
Christy turned to Huxley, her hands balled into fists.  “What’s it like to always be first
Huxley?  What’s it like to have a sister
that’s dead?  What’s it like to have no
one to stop you from messing up your life because no one cares about you?  What’s it like …”  She stopped when she saw Huxley’s facial
For Rey everything seemed to stop in that moment.  Then time got reinstated.  Huxley’s smile was gone, and he started to
walk towards them.  Christy and Rey saw
his cold vicious eyes and they ran.  They
were at the end of Harper Way, when Huxley started to give chase.
For More Information:
The Avocadonine and Spring Stone is available at AmazonBarnes & Noble, and Goodreads

Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads

Meet the Author


Patrick Barnes lives in Charleston, South Carolina.  The Avocadonine and Spring Stone is his second book.  It has been awarded a five star review from Readers Favorite, and a four and a half star average among critics on  He has a Bachelors Degree in Film and Writing from the University of Massachusetts and a Masters in Library Science from the University of South Carolina.  He has won first place in Arts and Entertainment Writing at the Yankee Penn Journalism Conference, and has worked as a Librarian at the Folly Beach Public Library.  When he’s not writing, he likes to walk on the beach with his dog, and watch movies.
For More Information:

Virtual Book Tour

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s