Set in 1983, at the height of Canada's abortion debate, this powerful, nuanced YA novel follows fifteen-year-old Leesa as she grapples with an unplanned pregnancy. At fifteen, Leesa is preoccupied with friends, crushes, and schoolwork and looking forward to the freedom of earning her own money and learning to drive. Although she doesn’t think much about politics, she has marched alongside her mother and friend Jenny, protesting the planned opening of an abortion clinic in her city. In her traditional, close-knit community, abortion feels like a black-and-white issue, with little connection to her real life. But after she is raped at a party, Leesa’s life suddenly merges with the headlines of the day. Now she is the one dealing with an unplanned pregnancy, and everything she ever believed is turned upside down. As she struggles to make a decision that could determine her whole future, Leesa comes to realize that she is only one who should have the right to make a choice about her own body. But will opening up to her family and friends mean losing them forever? Harriet Zaidman is an award-winning writer who applies extensive research to find the voice and detail necessary to animate her novels. She has always been interested in how important historical events impacted people and how we can learn from these experiences. Her middle-grade novel City on Strike was set during the turbulent times of the Winnipeg General Strike of 1919. Second Chances , written for young adults and recipient of the Geoffrey Bilson Award for Historical Fiction for Young People, tells the story of young people stricken during the polio epidemics of the 1950s. A former teacher-librarian, Harriet lives in Winnipeg and is the children's book columnist for Winnipeg Free Press . Chapter 4: Sunday, March 20, 1983 “He took it all back!” Kim wailed. “My dad took it all away!” She crumbled onto the couch, her pouty frown contrasting with the bright turquoise kimono she’d just been given for her birthday. “All the beer and wine left over from the party he organized for his curling club. I was watching it so I could sneak some away for tonight, but he took it back to the liquor store yesterday—all of it,” she complained again. “And now he and my mom aren’t going out this evening, either. They told me they were going over to their friends’ house. That’s why I planned the sleepover for tonight.” She tugged the kimono over her knees. “What a drag! They’ve wrecked my birthday. It was supposed to be perfect. Ugh!” She pulled a grumpy face. The other six girls were draped on the chairs and carpet in the rec room, all kitted out in their best nightgowns, pyjamas, or housecoats, a few of them wrapped in blankets or sleeping bags. Pillows were strewn about. They mulled over the trick they were sure Kim’s parents had pulled on her. “I should have brought some of my dad’s vodka,” Meredith said, crossing one leg over the other and pulling her ankles closer. “I heard that if you replace what you took with water, you can’t tell the difference.” She combed a brush through Sandra’s thick brown hair. “Great hair,” she said admiringly. “Well, he’d know the difference the next time he poured a drink, wouldn’t he?” Mindy questioned, lying on her back on the opposite couch. She flipped over on her side and propped her head up with her hand. Her sport socks were pulled over the bottoms of her red-and-white flannel snowflake pyjamas. “Like, who do you think you’d be fooling?” “Yeah, but would he know who took it?” Meredith smirked. “My sister and I never rat on each other.” “Don’t worry about it, Kim,” Leesa said from the floor. She was wrapped in her quilt, with one arm conveniently freed up to reach into the bowl beside her. “We have Cheezies, so life is good.” Using her orange-stained fingers, she angled a long, orange cornmeal snack into her mouth, then reached for another. “And cake!” Sandra laughed. “Jeanne’s Bakery—my favourite.” The round cake rested on a TV tray. Happy 16th, Kim had been etched in pale pink icing.   [. . .] Kim gushed as her friends serenaded her with a round of “Happy Birthday.” “I’ve already had two driving lessons, guys. I’ll be picking you all up to go to A&W soon!” They cut the cake and topped it with caramel-and-pecan ice cream from the freezer, and guzzled more soft drinks. “This is fantastic,” Leesa cooed. “I promised my mom I wouldn’t drink until I was eighteen, but she meant alcohol. She never said anything about not eating junk food and soft drinks. I love them so much.” “I feel sick.” Mindy burped. “But I want more.” “Gross!” Leesa yelled at her. They heard a thump from the floor above them. Kim looked upward. “Mama and Papa Bear are telling us something, guys.” “It is the middle of the night, after all,” Willow said. The clock on the table read 1:45 AM. Muttering a few oaths at their respective parents (“So strict, I can’t even stay out after ten,” “My mother won’t let me wear makeup to school, so I just put