My Eyes Are Up Here is YA novel from debut author Laura Zimmerman about a teenage girl struggling to rediscover her balance--and her voice--in the year after a surprising growth spurt. A "monimal" is a simple algebraic expression consisting of a single term. 30H, for example. 15-year-old Greer Walsh hasn't blinked at basic algebra since sixth grade, but for the last year, 30H has felt like an unsolvable equation--one that's made her world a very small, very lonely place. 30H is her bra size--or it was the last time anyone checked. She stopped letting people get that close to her with a tape measure a while ago. Ever since the sudden change summer before ninth grade, Greer has felt out of control. She can't control her first impressions, the whispers that follow, or the stares that linger after. The best she can do is put on her faithful XXL sweatshirt and let her posture--and her expectations for other people--slump. (She's not even surprised when her advanced-math classmates are reduced to typing 58008 on their calculators.) But sophomore year seems determined to remind her that life is not supposed to be this way. Despite carefully avoiding physical contact and anything tighter than a puffy coat, Greer finds an unexpected community on the skin-tight-unforms-and-hugs-between-every-point volleyball team. And then there's Jackson Oates, newly arrived at her school and maybe actually more interested in her banter than her breasts.

