Kindle Edition Amazon Amazon Category:  Young Adult/Teen ISBN-10:  1530143160 Type: Fiction Pages: 180 Copyright: Feb. 20, 2016 ISBN-13: 9781530143160 Price: $4.99 (eBook) Lola’s not pretty. Lola’s not popular. Lola wishes she could disappear … and then one day she does just that... For seventeen-year-old Lola Savullo, life is a struggle. Born to funky parents who are more in than she could ever be, Lola’s dream of becoming a writer makes her an outsider even in her own home. Bullied and despised, Lola still has the support of her best pal Charlie and Grandma Rose. Not only is she freakishly tall, Lola’s a big girl and when forced to wear a bathing suit at her summer job as a camp counselor, Lola’s only escape from deep embarrassment seems to be to literally vanish. Soon after, she discovers the roots of her new “ability”. Slowly, with Charlie’s help, Lola learns to control the new super power. The possibilities are endless. Yet power can be abused, too… When tragedy strikes, Lola must summon her inner strength, both at home and at school. She has to stand up for herself, despite the temptations and possibilities of her newfound super power. A coming-of-age story that will warm the heart.  Excerpt Chapter One “Lola, get your suit on and help supervise the pool. The more eyes the better,” Justine, the athletic, sun-kissed, twenty-one-year-old camp director ordered once we wrangled our none-too-obedient charges off the bus. The gaggle of four to eight year olds ran around in a loud, unruly horde as soon as their sneakered feet hit the parking lot pavement. Counselors soon managed some semblance of organization. Calls for straight lines and, “Hey, get back here,” reached my ears. Luckily, my group was well behaved, perhaps because I had the fewest kids—only six of them and most, thank God, were girls. “Lola?” Justine was beside me, glaring. “Didn’t you hear me?” Without looking at her, I shook my head no. But I had heard her, loud and clear, except I wanted desperately to push her words away, hoping she’d recant and it would be business as usual. “Get. Your. Suit. On,” she said again and this time, my heart took off in a sprint. “What? Why?” I tried to hide the wobble in my voice. It was my job to watch the kids who weren’t swimming—the ones who’d left their suits at home or didn’t feel well. Curious, expectant gazes turned to my way as fellow counselors waited with evil half-grins, for my reaction. Although no one, except my best friend Charlie, knew how I felt about wearing a bathing suit, I realized my co-workers had to be aware of my private horror, because it was the horror of every fat girl. Justine sighed as she flipped through the sheets on her clipboard, running a finger down the column of names. “No campers are sitting out today, Lola, so you have to help supervise the pool.” The impossible had just happened. In my three summers as a counselor, there had always been at least one measly kid who didn’t swim on pool day. For one long, awkward moment, I stood frozen in place. How could I get out of this? A sudden migraine? My period? I tried to speak, but nothing came out except a tiny, almost inaudible, moan. Justine rolled her eyes and walked away, taking my chance for escape with her. I searched through my bag for my black one-piece, barely able to see a thing through my tear-blurred eyes. Somehow, I managed to stuff away the panic and gather the nerve to march past my co-workers, who I’d never thought of as friends, despite working with them summer after summer. Finally, in the dank change room, I entered an empty stall and locked the door with shaky fingers. I was sweating from both the heat and anxiety. The stench of my panic filled my nostrils as I felt around in my bag for a stick of deodorant, though I knew full well, I wouldn’t find one. With a sigh, I stretched my suit over sweat-slicked skin, wriggling and struggling to pull it up past wide hips and a bulging belly. A moan escaped me. Not only was I fat, I was freakishly tall. God only knew why, since Mom was petite and Dad was on the short side. My older sister, Eva, was the spitting image of Mom, fair and fine boned. Apparently, I took after Dad’s side—bulky, dark, and thick. I must have gotten some of Uncle Sammy’s genes, the giant of the family, who topped out at six foot five. I peered down at the coarse dark hair creeping up my calves to just past my knees, where it gradually petered out. My insides dropped as if I’d placed a foot on a step that wasn’t there. I ran a hand across the tops of my thighs. The triple bulge of my belly prevented a good look at what my hand told me was a sorely neglected bikini area. There had never been a reason to shave. Even in the blazing August heat, I wore baggy cotton Capri pants, never exposing more than an ankle. My throat pulsed with an ache to cry and my eyes misted again. I swallowed my distress and pinched away tears. It would be torturous enough to step out of the change room looking like this, but I wouldn’t give the other counselors the satisfaction of watching me have a meltdown. I lifted my chin in resolve and opened the door. As I peeked out, I spied a line of girls jumping with excitement and a few harried counselors corralling them to the exit. A whistle blew, signaling the beginning of the session. Screams of delight filled the air, as the kids ran to the pool and jumped in, finding relief from the ninety-degree heat. I fastened a towel around my waist as best I could. Towels never seemed large enough to wrap completely and comfortably around the bulge of my belly. To the pool I went, treading silently so as not to draw attention. “Where’s Lola?” Sonia, a counselor, asked loudly to no one in particular. She had to be joking. I was no more than a foot from her as I trudged to the edge of the pool, where I yanked off my towel and splashed clumsily into the cool water. “Yeah. Where is that hippo?” Jerod replied, looking around, a wide smile on his face. He was a year younger than me, but looked older with his muscular build and chiseled jaw. “I hope she doesn’t show,” he continued, “who wants to see that thing in a bathing suit anyway?” Sonia made her way over to Jerod, laughing a little too hard. She put a hand on his shoulder and sat beside him; both dangled long slender legs in the water. “Maybe she ran away. Can’t really blame her. I’d never wear a bathing suit if I was that fat,” Sonia said. Puzzlement and anger competed within me. I was standing in the pool right in front of them! Jerod lifted a leg and kicked at the water; splashes hit my face, making me turn away. I was used to rude comments and knew what everyone thought of me, but this was beyond mean. I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down my cheeks. An urge to tell them off surged through me. Instead, I slipped under the water, hoping to wash away the evidence of my pain. Kids bounced all around me, laughing and playing. Justine stood like a sentinel, a Baywatch babe in her red suit, one hand gripping an emergency flotation device. Her steel blue eyes were focused on the pool. Jerod jumped in, nearly landing on me, but I managed to get out of the way just in time. Blood rushed to my temples and pounded there, giving me an instant headache. I hurled myself at him, elbows aimed at his chest. I hit nothing but air and flew into the rough concrete wall of the pool, scraping a hole in my one-piece and rubbing raw a patch of skin. Blood pin-pricked to the surface. “Hey,” I screamed, bewildered. How the hell did he get out of the way so fast? Jerod slipped under the water looking like a god, all six-packed lean muscle, and emerged at the other end of the pool in one long, slick glide. I pulled myself out of the water, slipping one chubby leg over the lip then landing on my side like a beached whale. After struggling to my feet and gathering up what was left of my dignity, I marched over to Justine. “Did you see what that asshole just did?” I hollered. She was my boss and could probably can my ass for the way I’d just spoken to her but I couldn’t help it. Frustration and anger had hijacked my brain. Justine brought the whistle hanging from her neck to her lips and blew two sharp blasts, making my ears ring. “Stop horsing around,” she called to a group of boys, who immediately offered up sheepish grins and stopped their horseplay. What the hell? I moved directly in front of her so she could no longer ignore me. “Justine?” She stared past me, eyes still glued to the action in the pool. I reached to touch her shoulder but impossibly, my hand fell through her. “Justine?” I called again, this time louder, my voice panic-laced. With both hands, I grabbed her, or tried to. Again, it was as if she wasn’t there. My mind was swept along in a current of anxiety. What was happening? Then it hit me... it was me who wasn’t there.

Invisible
Oh how I loved this book! I can easily say this one of my favorite young adult books this year. The author portrays the characters in a very realistic manner, making this a story that will easily resonate with anyone who has ever been a victim of bullying or self esteem issues!

Lola Savullo's life has always been a struggle. She is in her senior year in high school and because of her weight and size she has always been bullied. Not only is she bullied at school, but she doesn't really see eye to eye with her parents or her sister Eva, and often wonders how they can be so different. Lola dreams of being a writer some day and hopes to win a writing scholarship at her school. There are two people she can count on though and that's her eighty year old grandmother Rose, and her best friend Charlie, who has always been bullied as well. When Lola's summer job as a camp counselor forces her to wear a bathing suit, she is mortified, and when she finally heads to the pool she hears people talking about her as if she isn't there, and quickly realizes she is invisible. A few months later after returning home from a visit from her grandmother's she is approached by the school bullies and disappears again. She knows she has to tell someone and decides to tell her best friend Charlie. Charlie sees it as a way to get revenge on the people who have tormented them for years. When Jon,a boy whom Lola has a crush on learns about her disappearing power, he thinks its cool and starts showing an interest in Lola. Will Lola ever figure out how to control her powers, and is Jon actually interested in her?

I loved the character of Lola and her best friend Charlie. At the beginning of the story my heart just ached for both of them. It was so nice to see Lola blossom through out the story. It was interesting to see that as she changed so did the relationship with her family. I thought the author did a great job of dealing with a few tough subjects, such as death, bullying and peer pressure. A fast paced story, laced with humor,fantasy and characters that had me rooting for them makes this a must read story. The positive inspirational message is just an added bonus. Ms. Bannon is certainly an author to watch!


YA fiction about bullies, self love, and bouts of invisibility
"Invisible" by Jeanne Bannon is a YA novel that people of all ages can read and easily relate to. It tackles the problem of bullying and learning to love yourself, told from the prospective of a 17-year-old highschool student.

Lola just wants to get through the last couple months of highschool with her BFF Charlie, and to stay off the radar of bullies who taunt her about her weight, and about her best friend being a lesbian. Something strange begins to happen after these episodes when Lola discovers she can become invisible as sort of a defense mechanism, whether she wants to or not. The last thing she wants is to wink out of existence at any moment, especially around a certain boy who has finally noticed her.

The relationship between Lola and her Grandma Rose was genuinely touching, the part I most related to. Grandma Rose is her best friend, the one person in Lola's family she can always count on for support, unconditional love, and a laugh. I lost one of my grandmothers when I was Lola's age, and my other grandmother is still alive at 87; I've always treasured my close bond with each of them. When the unexpected health issues came up with Lola's grandmother, I had tears in my eyes, feeling Lola's pain and worry.

This is a great book! It explores many issues common to teenagers, and the reader gets to join Lola and her friends through their high points and heartache.

Great read for teens and adults
I read Invisible in just about one sitting. I couldn’t put it down; I was so drawn into the characters and the story. Seventeen year-old Lola often finds herself wishing she could just disappear. She’s big and tall, she loves to write, and she doesn’t fit in with her parents and sister. When Lola actually does disappear one day, after a particularly cruel attack from a bully, she’s worried that she’s even more of a freak than she thought. She confides in her grandmother, who has experienced the same thing and has even given it a name.

When Lola disappears again, after another bullying incident, she tells her best friend, Charlene, AKA Charlie. Charlie convinces her to learn to control her power, and together, they plot revenge. But life turns in unexpected ways. Jon, the boy Lola has a crush on, asks her out. But he’s a friend of the worst of the bullies and Lola has to decide if this is a set up, or if his affections are real. Then, tragedy strikes and Lola’s life is turned upside-down.

This is an endearing story of being yourself and loving yourself. Of not changing for someone else. And it’s a story of choices. What does Lola do with her power? Use it for revenge? I highly recommend this book to both adults and teens. I hope Jeanne Bannon writes another book in this genre: her writing is clear; the plot is engaging, and the characters just carry you along.