Alexi Kaye Campbell's THE PRIDE marks the debut of a fledgling writer whose voice on this evidence is already astonishingly fully formed. --International Herald Tribune. This is a searching, moving, thoroughly grown-up play, and a remarkable debut from

Editors Craig Pospisil and Danna Call compiled this new collection of more than fifty monologues selected exclusively from Dramatists Play Service publications from recent seasons. Inside these pages you will find an enormous range of voices and subject matter, characters from their teens to their sixties and authors of widely varied styles, but all immensely talented. These monologues represent some of the best writing in the American theatre today, and we are proud to bring them together in this new volume.

[If only] Bran would stop acting weird....Probably he had a perfectly reasonable explanation for everything. I just couldn't imagine what it would be. When Britt's older brother, Bran, lands a summer job house-sitting for the Marquises, an elderly couple, it seems like a great opportunity. Britt and Bran have moved to Florida so their mother can finish college, and the house-sitting income will allow their mom to quit her job and take classes full-time. Having never lived in a real house before, Britt is thrilled. There's only one problem: Britt starts to suspect her family isn't supposed to be there. She's been noticing that Bran is acting weird and defensive -- he hides the Marquises' mail, won't let anyone touch the thermostat, and discourages Britt from meeting any of the neighbors. Determined to get to the bottom of things, Britt starts investigating and makes a startling discovery -- the Marquises aren't who Bran has led her and their mom to believe. So whose house are they staying in, and why has Bran brought them there? With unexpected twists and turns, award winner Margaret Peterson Haddix has again crafted a thriller that will grip readers until its stunning conclusion.

I guess everyone wants something in life. It was easy figuring out what each of my BFFs wanted the beginning of our Junior Year at Coral Cove High. For brainy Sudsy it was to get skinny; for upwardly mobile Tamara to get more stuff, and problem child Maria to be treated like she was older than ten. Who knew that bigger problems lurked in the swampy bayous of Coral Cove, like redheaded Paris Breck, threatening to take me down like a clump of stinky seaweed in the Gulf of Mexico.