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Cover Reveal: REBOUND by Noelle August
Nov 21st, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

Cover Reveal: REBOUND

by Noelle August,

Pub Date: Feburary 10, 2015

William Morrow Trade Paperback;  

$13.99

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My impression of the first novel in the series, Boomerang.

I’m thrilled to be involved in this cover reveal for Noelle August’s second book in the Boomerang Series. I read Boomerang last week. Unfortunately, I haven’t had a chance to write a full review. Here’s a quick impression: The characters and story were fresh, interesting, engaging, sweet, and romantic. Loved that the two main characters were interning at the same company and were vying for the same full-time position. I also loved that they were forced apart because of company policy forbidding office romances. Lots of tension and swoony moments! The series is perfect for those looking for contemporary NA novels.

 

REBOUND – Summary

At Boomerang, one night can change everything…
Adam Blackwood has it all. At twenty-two, he’s fabulously wealthy, Ryan Gosling-hot and at the top of his game in the business world. His life is perfect, until a scandal from his past resurfaces and threatens to knock the tech wunderkind down and throw his company, Boomerang, a hook-up site for millennials, into chaos.

Alison Quick, the twenty-one-year-old daughter of a business tycoon—and the very ex-girlfriend of Boomerang’s former intern, Ethan—has a problem of her own. After nearly flunking out in her senior year of college, she has one chance to redeem herself to her father by proving that she deserves a place in his corporate empire. That means spearheading her father’s plan to sink big money into Adam’s company and launch it into the stratosphere—provided Adam has no skeletons in his closet.

When the two meet, their sizzling chemistry makes it tough to keep things strictly professional. But when Alison discovers Adam’s secret, she knows she should bring it right to her father, who’ll leverage it for his own gain and use it to ruin Adam. The only problem: she’s falling for Adam—hard.

Will earning her father’s approval come at the price of losing her first real love? Or can Adam and Alison leave behind past mistakes and conquer the world—together?

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Question: What do you get when friends pen a story with heart, plenty of laughs, and toe-curling kissing scenes? Answer: Noelle August, the pseudonym for renowned editor and award-winning writer Lorin Oberweger and New York Times bestselling YA author Veronica Rossi, the masterminds behind Boomerang. You can visit them at NoelleAugust.com, @Noelle_August,

and facebook.com/NoelleAugustBooks.

 

And now for the awesome cover . . .

 

I love . . .

the water . . .

the lips . . .

the tilt of the font!

 

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Flashback Friday: WANDERLOVE by Kirsten Hubbard
Nov 21st, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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by Kirsten Hubbard

Publisher: Delacorte Books for Young Readers

Pub. Date March 13, 2012

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From Goodreads:

It all begins with a stupid question:

Are you a Global Vagabond?

No, but 18-year-old Bria Sandoval wants to be. In a quest for independence, her neglected art, and no-strings-attached hookups, she signs up for a guided tour of Central America—the wrong one. Middle-aged tourists with fanny packs are hardly the key to self-rediscovery. When Bria meets Rowan, devoted backpacker and dive instructor, and his outspokenly humanitarian sister Starling, she seizes the chance to ditch her group and join them off the beaten path.

Bria’s a good girl trying to go bad. Rowan’s a bad boy trying to stay good. As they travel across a panorama of Mayan villages, remote Belizean islands, and hostels plagued with jungle beasties, they discover what they’ve got in common: both seek to leave behind the old versions of themselves. And the secret to escaping the past, Rowan’s found, is to keep moving forward.

But Bria comes to realize she can’t run forever, no matter what Rowan says. If she ever wants the courage to fall for someone worthwhile, she has to start looking back.

Kirsten Hubbard lends her artistry to this ultimate backpacker novel, weaving her drawings into the text. Her career as a travel writer and her experiences as a real-life vagabond backpacking Central America are deeply seeded in this inspiring story.

My Review:

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Catch the travel bug with Wanderlove!

Any young adult who is thinking about taking a trip after high school, but isn’t sure about it should absolutely read Wanderlove. Bria Sandoval takes a trip to Central America and finds herself on a tour with people over three times her age. It’s hardly the tour she thought she had signed up for. When a backpacker named Rowan asks her to come to an island for dinner, it’s the beginning of a new adventure for Bria. She goes through many challenges, both physically and emotionally. It’s a time of great discovery and an opportunity to reconnect with drawing, something she loves to do but gave up because of a painful breakup. As she rediscovers her passion, she begins to realize how much she wishes she hadn’t allowed a guy to keep her from pursuing her dreams. Her revelation is quite insightful. I loved Bria’s journey of discovery. I loved traveling with her and learning more about her life. I loved finding out about Rowen and appreciated how he decided to turn his life around. I loved Wanderlove. It’s another YA novel I highly recommend.

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Blog Tour & Book Review: ONE WISH AWAY by Kelley Lynn & Giveaway
Nov 20th, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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Review: ONE WISH AWAY

by Kelley Lynn

Release Date: 11/24/14

Bloomsbury Spark

 

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Book Summary:One Wish

Be careful what you wish for…

 

Lyra has always been ahead of the curve. Top of her class in school, a budding astronomer, and with a best friend like Darren she barely has time to miss the mother who abandoned her family years ago. She’s too busy planning to follow in her father’s footsteps, and to become the youngest astronomer at Space Exploration and Discovery.
When a star goes missing Lyra is determined to get to the bottom of it only to discover her braniac dad is the mastermind of a top-secret government experiment. They promise to build a perfect world, one galaxy at a time, but with every tweak of the present, a bit more of the future starts to crumble.

Lyra has to go undercover to reveal the truth and let humanity decide if the consequences are worth more than wishing on a star.

 

My review:

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ONE WISH AWAY is a wonderful addition to novels that feed into our passion for wish making. Readers will see in a very real way how wishes can have a global impact. Kelley Lynn weaves science and a bit of wish making magic into this story, which I believe with hold the interest of late middle school and young adult readers.

What I liked:
1. The scientific setting.
2. Lyra’s strong moral compass and her curiosity.
3. Darren, a supportive boy who is definitely swoony.
4. The description of SEAD – short for Space Exploration and Discovery, the place where Lyra interns and her father is the lead scientist.
5. The family dynamics were realistic and painful.
6. The consequences of the wishes and how they impacted situations.

The novel ends with many questions for readers to ponder: What happens to Lyra? What happens to Darren? Who was the mystery man? Will there be a sequel? Will Lyra’s father do anything to protect her? If there won’t be a sequel, it’s definitely fun for readers to come up with their own answers.

The biggest question of all might be: What would YOU wish for? And what might the consequences be?

If you are a stargazer, into science, or just love the idea of making wishes, then you’ll enjoy ONE WISH AWAY!

Thank you to Bloomsbury Spark for the review copy on NetGalley.

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About the Authorkelley lynn

Eventually the day came when the voices in Kelley Lynn’s head were more insistent then her engineering professor’s. So instead of turning to her Thermodynamics book, Kelley brought up a blank page on her computer screen and wrote. Somewhere along the way she became a Young Adult author.
Kelley was born and raised a Midwestern girl. She’s not afraid to sweat and fills her free time with softball, soccer and volleyball. (Though you probably don’t want her on your volleyball team.) She occasionally makes guest appearances as a female vocalist for area bands. Music plays a large role in her writing process as well as the characters and plot lines within her stories.

You can find Kelley hanging out at her blog, titled in her name, as well as the group blog she shares with her fellow critique partners, Falling for Fiction. Kelley is a member of the Society of Children’s Books Writers and Illustrators. 

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Flashback Friday: FOOD, GIRLS, AND OTHER THINGS I CAN’T HAVE by Allen Zadoff
Nov 14th, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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Published by EgmontUSA

Pub. Date September 8, 2009

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From Goodreads:

What’s worse than being fat your freshman year?
Being fat your sophomore year.

Life used to be so simple for Andrew Zansky–hang with the Model UN guys, avoid gym class, and eat and eat and eat. He’s used to not fitting in: into his family, his sports-crazed school, or his size 48 pants.

But not anymore. Andrew just met April, the new girl at school and the instant love of his life! He wants to find a way to win her over, but how? When O. Douglas, the heartthrob quarterback and high-school legend, saves him from getting beaten up by the school bully, Andrew sees his chance to get in with the football squad.

Is it possible to reinvent yourself in the middle of high school? Andrew is willing to try. But he’s going to have to make some changes. Fast.

Can a funny fat kid be friends with a football superstar? Can he win over the Girl of his Dreams? Can he find a way to get his mom and dad back together?

How far should you go to be the person you really want to be?

Andrew is about to find out.

My Review:
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I loved Zadoff’s Food, Girls, & Other Things I Can’t Have – winner of the 2010 Sid Fleischman award. It’s so good to read a novel with a strong male main character, one who shows his insecurities, isn’t the “hot” guy. Andy is authentic, battling real issues – weight, divorced parents, confusing friends, confusing girls. There are plenty of laughs, plenty of ah ha moments. This is a great novel for reluctant readers, especially boys who want to find their authentic selves!

Put on your must read list. :-D

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Deleted Scenes, Q & A, & Giveaway for SING SWEET NIGHTINGALE by Erica Cameron
Nov 13th, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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By Erica Cameron

Release Date: March 4, 2014

Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

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Synopsis:

Mariella Teagen hasn’t spoken a word in four years.

She pledged her voice to Orane, the man she loves—someone she only sees in her dreams. Each night, she escapes to Paradise, the world Orane created for her, and she sings for him. Mariella never believed she could stay in Paradise longer than a night, but two weeks before her eighteenth birthday, Orane hints that she may be able to stay forever.

Hudson Vincent made a pledge to never fight again.

Calease, the creature who created his dream world, swore that giving up violence would protect Hudson. But when his vow caused the death of his little brother, Hudson turned his grief on Calease and destroyed the dream world. The battle left him with new abilities and disturbing visions of a silent girl in grave danger—Mariella.

Now, Hudson is fighting to save Mariella’s life while she fights to give it away. And he must find a way to show her Orane’s true intentions before she is lost to Paradise forever.

About Erica Cameron:Erica Cameron Author Photo

After a lifelong obsession with books, Erica Cameron spent her college years getting credit for reading and learning how to make stories of her own. Erica graduated with a double major in psychology and creative writing from Florida State University and began pursuing a career as an author.

Erica is many things but most notably the following: writer, reader, editor, dance fan, choreographer, singer, lover of musical theater, movie obsessed, sucker for romance, ex-Florida resident, and quasi-recluse. She loves the beach but hates the heat, has equal passion for the art of Salvador Dali and Venetian Carnival masks, has a penchant for unique jewelry and sun/moon décor pieces, and a desire to travel the entire world on a cruise ship. Or a private yacht. You know, whatever works.

Her debut novel, Sing Sweet Nightingale, released March 2014 and it was the first volume of The Dream War Saga, a four-book young adult series.

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It’s possible to find color in absolute blackness. The darkness becomes a canvas where the mind can paint whatever it wants, tricking the eyes into believing they see something that’s not there. Or maybe it really is there. How do you know when something in your head is real or if you’ve only imagined it?

I see lonely villages nestled at the base of a mountain and tiny apartments in tall buildings at the center of a large, dirty city. I hear wind filling the sails of a monstrous wooden ship and the call of brightly plumaged birds in a hot, dense forest. I smell spices that burn my nose and soft sweet scents that comfort me. I taste salt on a sea breeze and the bite of noxious, smoggy air. I feel sub-zero temperatures and the skin-stripping burn of a desert wind. I am everyone and no one, everywhere and nowhere.

I’m lost and there’s no light to guide me home.

It’s too much. I force my mind to empty and the darkness returns, comforting and simple but so barren. Even if I didn’t understand them, the images I saw reminded me of the world I used to occupy, a world I’ve somehow fallen out of. I need to get back there, instinct tells me. There’s something important I need to do. Something I left unfinished. But how do I escape from a prison with no walls?

Pain strikes out of nowhere. The world explodes with color. Voices are screaming unintelligible words. Energy shoots off my skin like lightning and swirls of blue and orange light twirl around me like a tornado. I’m laughing and crying as joy, grief, pain, love, loneliness, come and go, flashing by so quickly I lose track of what the words even mean.

A thousand images fight for my attention. Each time one grabs me, I become someone else.

I’m a young woman arranging my pincurls because my beau is going to propose tonight. I’m a vet just back from the war in Vietnam and struggling to learn how to walk on my new prostheses. I’m a little girl sitting on a chair, watching my feet swing below me and trying to pretend I don’t hear the man in the white coat whispering the word terminal to my father.

It goes on forever. A constant circle of lights, pain, noise, people. They all flash by so fast I can’t make sense of any of it.

Aching for the peace of the darkness, I beg for the pain to end. I plead for this to stop and let me go back to floating through the nothing.

It doesn’t.

The images and the emotions spin faster and faster until I’m caught in a whirlpool there seems to be no escaping.

Just before I lose my mind in the swirling chaos around me, I notice something new.

There’s a ball of light that seems to contain every color imaginable. The longer I stare, the more defined it becomes until it finally coalesces into a nightingale. A glass nightingale.

It calls to me, vibrating a tune I almost remember. I want to touch it. Need to touch it. Reaching, stretching, pushing past the burning lights and the senseless images, I finally reach the nightingale and close my fist around it.

The world still swirls around me, but it’s as though I’ve slipped into the eye of the storm. I am the calm center of a world in riot.

Staring at the nightingale in my palm, I try to figure it out. Where did it come from? If it can keep me free of the raging cyclone surrounding me, I’m never letting it go.

As I stare, an image forms inside the glass bird: a girl with insanely long blonde hair and wide honey-brown eyes and a smiling boy with eyes as black as an empty night sky who towers over her. My gaze locks on him and everything else disappears. I’d know him anywhere.

That’s Hudson. And I am the girl standing by his side.

In a flash of blue light, the cyclone vanishes and the rest of my life settles in around me. The childhood that was stolen from me. The years I spent twisted around Orane’s thumb. The whirlwind two weeks that Hudson has been in my life.

Hudson showed up like a knight in shining armor ready to battle a dragon and he found me instead. He found a fight he couldn’t win and helped me prepare for a war I didn’t know I was about to lose. Hudson did everything he could to save someone he’d never met because that’s who he is. It’s what he does. He’s incapable of letting something bad happen without trying to stop it.

He’s huge and looks terrifying, but he’s also strong and over-protective and persistent and wounded, still healing from the fights that left scars on his skin and the ones no one else can see—the ones inside that haven’t stopped bleeding yet. He’d do anything to help someone in need, but he’s not with me now.

I remember all the details of my last conscious moments. There was a battle and I won, but when we landed on my bedroom floor, the pieces I’d absorbed from Orane, the talents and the powers he’d stolen over the years, all tried to work at once. My brain couldn’t handle the overload of information. Still, none of that explains where I am.

Whatever happened, Hudson can’t help me here. Wherever “here” is.

What is this place? Where am I? More important, how the hell do I get out?

As soon as I ask, my vision blurs and fades.

I fall into darkness again.

Out of the blackness, a blue light appears. Other colors swiftly follow, building faster until I blink and find myself somewhere new.

Marble pillars stand so tall I can’t see the top. Attached to them are shelves of dark wood stretching off in either direction. The pillars and the wood look fine, but the information that should be sitting on them is in tatters. Scrolls and books are torn up and pages are strewn everywhere. Some of the books still smoke as though the fire burning away the pages just went out. It’s like I stepped into the library of Alexandria moments after its destruction.

I remember the glimpse I caught of Orane’s mind, the sense of vast space and depthless knowledge. How much of that ended up here and how do I even begin making sense of something like this let alone organize it into usable bits of information? There has to be somewhere to start.

I pick up a scrap of paper, but it’s written in a language I don’t know, one I don’t even recognize. I place it on an empty shelf and move on.

I keep walking, picking my way through the debris all over the floor. Pillars and rows pass and down each aisle I see the same destruction of the first.

Then, it’s as though I crossed a line the devastation couldn’t pass. The shelves to either side are full of books bound in bright colors. Intrigued, I pick up a blue book nearest the aisle.

I open the book and gasp. On the first page is a picture of Hudson that’s so real I reach out to him before I realize what I’m doing. Pulling my hand back, I flip through more of the pages. They’re all Hudson, snapshots of the hour before I faced Orane. The last page in the book is his face as I saw it before everything went black.

Running my finger over the image, I wonder what’s going on where he is. How much time has passed? He must be so worried. And my parents, too. Jesus. Haven’t I caused them enough stress yet?

Closing the book, I hug it tight and survey the organized shelves. This is my life. My own memories and knowledge. I remember all of it, can touch the spine of any of these books and call up its contents. Is this what the rest of this mess is supposed to look like?

Turning, I take in the aisles of chaos spread out before me and try not to collapse. The prospect of putting this disaster area into order seems as impossible as cataloging the contents of the internet without a search engine. Alone. By hand. But that’s essentially what I have to do. Piece together more information than my mind was ever supposed to hold and find some way to organize it into an accessible system.

Dammit. This is going to suck.

~*~

I pick up the book and groan.

“Russian? Really?” I’m talking to no one and I don’t even care. “What the hell am I supposed to do with information in Russian?”

Shaking the book, I drop it on an empty shelf and reach for a half-torn scroll, but something catches my eye.

The letters are still written in the Cyrillic alphabet, but the words aren’t as indecipherable as I thought. The longer I stare at the page, the better I understand what’s written there, like the page is being translated before my eyes. Except it isn’t. It’s still Cyrillic.

The page isn’t being translated; I’m learning Russian.

Aleksei, a young man with an affinity for fire. Ability to withstand much higher temperatures than normal. With the right push, could become a pyrokinetic ability.

It goes on and on like that. The entire first page reads like a doctor’s notes on a patient. In a way, they are.

Orane’s observations on a Russian boy named Aleksei—only fifteen when Orane found him—who’s life ended on his eighteenth birthday when he unknowingly relinquished control of half his mind and fell into a coma he never came out of. What chance did medicine in twelfth century Russia have of saving him? He died two weeks later.

I hear a scratch, like the striking of a match. My entire body is paralyzed an instant before immense heat rushes over me.

It doesn’t hurt. I scream anyway.

No! I haven’t gotten this far just to let myself burn.

Closing my eyes, I think of water, of ice, of blizzards and thunderstorms, of calm and cool and rain. Anything that puts out a fire. At first, the only thing I notice is that the temperature has stopped rising. After that, the change happens slowly. My body cools degree by degree, dropping until I’m no longer on the edge of combustion.

I take a breath and open my eyes. Still alive? I think so. I’m also still stuck.

Okay. Right. Now what?

My gaze lands on the book sitting alone on the otherwise empty shelf, the book containing a story about a Russian boy with an affinity for fire.

I learned Russian as I read the book. Could I have activated Aleksei’s pyrokinetic ability by reading about it too?

Thinking about the fire brings it back in bellows-like whoosh. The heat climbs higher and hotter, but at least this time I have some idea what’s going on.

I push it back, focusing it into the palm of my hand, forcing it into a single spot until the air just above my upturned palm ignites. I’m holding a tiny ball of fire.

Holy crap! I’m holding a tiny ball of fire!

Whatever had locked me in place releases me and I stumble forward, my fireball vanishing when I catch myself on the shelf in front of me.

Aleksei’s book is eye level, but it doesn’t look like the same book I first picked up. It’s once battered cover is fixed and the torn, smoking pages are whole. And not on fire. They’re also incomplete.

Shaking myself off, I flip through the book, learning more about Aleksei, whose short life ended centuries before mine began. Chunks of text are missing, though, cut off sometimes in the middle of a sentence. It’s like the information I pulled from Orane was incomplete.

I place it on the shelf and look down at the books and scrolls and pages still scattered on the floor.

How many more broken lives will I have to face?

I keep working, processing as much information as I can put together at a time. What I have here isn’t just information on the dreamworld or Orane’s life. There are the stories of the children he found, the hundreds he tricked into giving up their most precious talents and gifts. The ones he abandoned, taking what he wanted and disappearing.

Each one is different and yet the stories are still so similar.

This boy had a gift for music. That girl could paint a picture in such realistic detail viewers were sure it was a photograph. This one was an actor. These three could sense the energy that wasn’t quite of this world, and eight others would have been capable of prophecy if they’d had a chance to grow into their powers.

Empaths, artists, seers, mediators, athletes, illusionists. Some of the memories are Orane’s, but more often I find lingering pieces of his victims. How these memories survived—and some have lasted thousands of years—I don’t understand, but now these bits of his victims have carried over to me. Their stories are lost to everyone except me now.

I have become the repository of lost souls.

Just like I did with Russian, I eventually learn to read Mandarin, Sanskrit, Arabic, Portuguese, French, Urdu, German, ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, and more.

The languages seem to filter into my consciousness automatically, but it’s not so easy with the dozens of abilities I’ve picked up.

Each time I find a new power, I have to understand it before I can move on. The activation of each power hits me like a stun gun and I can’t move until I’ve learned to think around it, to find a place for it in my head or shut it off completely and hide it away.

What’s weird is that the more of my battered library I catalog, the more awake, alert, myself I feel. Even though progress means I’m absorbing the memories of Orane’s victims. And Orane himself.

What I’ve learned about Orane isn’t exactly comforting. Most of the information centers on his search for the ultimate weapon. That specific, seemingly unattainable combination of talents that would make him invulnerable. Invincible. Immortal. All-powerful.

And now most of his work has ended up locked inside my head.

I am so screwed.

On the plus side, I’m multi-lingual.

~*~

The leather of this book’s cover is pitted and scratched, charred in places and torn in others. The pages are stuck together in places and it’s a struggle to even get the thing to open.

Gemma is an extremely perceptive girl, capable of reading the most minute facial expressions and determining their meaning. Also perceptive of emotional shifts. With training and evolution, possible telepath.

“Bryan said his boss would give him a bonus but—oh, crap! Did I leave the stove—”

“—pocket full of poesy! Ashes, ashes, we all fall—”

“Oh, shit that feels good! Would he want to try—”

“Blue… or green? Maybe the green is too dark. Blue. No, green. Or red?”

Dozens of voices are screaming inside my head, the disjointed thoughts of every person within a mile of my parents’ house demanding my full attention. I drop the book and slap my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut tight, but it doesn’t help. At all.

Telepathy sucks.

Taking a deep, slow breath, I force myself to focus on one voice. I try and try, but the noise is overwhelming, a physical thing that’s slamming into my head like a volley of cannonballs. My legs tremble and I collapse to my knees.

Breathe, I tell myself. My own thoughts are barely audible in the chaos, but I can sense them even if I can’t hear them. Breathe. Focus. Calm down. Find a voice you know.

It takes me longer than I’d like to find a rhythm, to breathe in even cycles and concentrate through the pounding noise. The voices begin to shift, though, warping louder and softer as I press them back. Then, like a rubber band reaching the breaking point, the resistance disappears and the screams fade into soft, meaningless conversation.

All but one.

“Wake up, Mari. Wake up, wake up, wake up. Please, wake up.”

My breath catches.

That’s Hudson’s voice.

I look down at the blue book by my feet, the one I’ve carried with me this whole time, for some reason never able to put it back where it belongs. I concentrate on him and his voice gets louder, the others slowly falling away until they’re just a rush of white noise in the background.

Is that all I need to do? Concentrate on a single person?

Experimenting, I focus on my mom. Her voice instantly comes up, like I’ve tuned a radio to pick up the right frequency.

“She looks so pale,” I hear my mom think. “Was she this pale yesterday?”

I can still hear Hudson chanting his pleas, but Mom’s voice seems closer. Louder.

“I know he says she’ll wake up, but why hasn’t she yet?” Even in her thoughts, Mom’s voice is thick and heavy with tears. “Wake up, Mari. Come back to us, please.”

“I’m trying,” I whisper back to them. “I’m coming back. I promise. Just hold on.”

I move on, picking up another book and glancing at the first page.

“Oh, shit,” I mutter as the scrolls, books, and debris around me shift and tilt in my direction. “Telekinesis.”

~*~

Most of the abilities I shut off as soon as I master them—if I can—but some are amazingly useful.

Like healing. I have the power to heal people. Anyone. That power I leave on.

I can’t quite make myself lock the telekinetic abilities away either. It’s too much fun to watch the books fly into my hand instead of bending to pick up each one.

And telepathy? It doesn’t suck as much as I thought. Not once I got the hang of it.

“I wonder if Mari will remember me when she wakes up,” I heard KT think one afternoon as she sat on the edge of my bed. “Would Emily remember me? It’s been so long.”

Every time Dawn stops by, she leans over the bed and I can see myself through her eyes, like I’m looking into a very fuzzy mirror.

“Wow. She’s even more staticky than the last time.” Dawn holds her hand an inch away from my skin. She can sense the energy surrounding me, the way it’s growing and changing with each ability I trigger. “Goddess bless. What are you gonna be like when you wake up?”

I flinched when she thought that and even shut the telepathy off for a while. It’s a question I don’t know the answer to, one I’ve avoided thinking about in detail for a long time.

Even though I don’t always like what I hear, I can’t keep from switching the power back on. Usually sooner rather than later.

Listening to the thoughts of the people around me is the only way I know how much time has passed or what they’re doing while I’m lying in bed hooked to IV’s and monitors. It’s the only way I know that Lucas Carroll, the doctor KT called in hopes of helping Emily, is now helping my parents watch over me. It’s how I keep track of what’s happening to my friends and family and how I can agonize with them over Nadette and Julian’s sudden disappearances. It’s how I know that out of everyone who comes to visit—my parents, Doctor Carroll, KT, Dawn, and even Danny—none of them are as constant as Hudson.

In some moments, it feels wrong listening to him talk to himself inside his head—thoughts, ideas and confessions meant only for him—but then there are moments like this.

“C’mon, Mari. You’re stronger than this. You’ve gotta pull out of it. You’ve gotta come back to us. We need you; I need you.”

The faith and the hope and the love pouring out of him feels like stepping into a warm home on a freezing winter night, like sitting by the fire and having the person you love most wrap you in a blanket.

Hudson is the only one whose thoughts sound like conversation, like he’s whispering to me, knowing I can hear him. Or maybe only hoping I can.

Either way, the longer this lasts, the more Hudson’s whispers are what keeps pushing me forward. When I feel like a rag doll on the verge of falling apart at the seams, Hudson’s encouragement is what gives me the energy to try one more time, to patch up the holes and keep moving.

I just hope I find the end soon. Before I can’t patch myself up anymore.

 

Q & A:

What was it about revealing some of Orane’s secrets that you didn’t include this part in the novel?

I so wish I could have included all of this! It wasn’t cut because of the information contained within (all of which is still canon, as far as I’m concerned. This all happened and this is exactly what she learned and saw while she was in her coma). I lost this portion of the book to appease the pacing gods. Readers and editors commented on the fact that my end continued way too long past the main climax and that it took too long for everything to wrap up. It wasn’t until the final round of line edits that I finally gave up the fight to keep this section, but only after my editors promised me that I could share this segment online later.

You use COLOR/darkness a lot and it’s used throughout the novel. How does this reflect on your life and why did you make this a “theme” for the series?

The color references and threads were something that slowly worked its way into the book. It started with the simple blue/orange dichotomy to show the influence of the Balasura and Abivapna, but throughout the editing process color became a more and more important description. All of our senses are tied in part to the emotional centers of our brains and so I wanted to play with that. Especially in a case like Mariella and Hudson’s where specific colors are going to have very specific fear-based reactions, there was no way I could leave it out. Although it wasn’t a conscious decision in the early drafts to use color as heavily as I ended up doing, I knew after the first couple of drafts that it was going to be a key symbol within the series.

Why did you take away the powers?

I didn’t! She still has all of the powers that are shown here, plus a lot more that I didn’t go into detail on here or in the end of SSN. When we see Mariella again, she shows off her new grasp on a lot of her abilities. So even though the description of Mariella learning how to control these new abilities is gone, the powers themselves remain.

This is the only reference that I see to a book with images. Why did this come out of the final version?

A lot of the imagery within this section came from the concept of the method of loci, or (as anyone who watches Sherlock knows it) the Mind Palace theory. Mariella has just been bombarded by more information than any human being is designed to hold. She has to organize it all to give herself a chance of functioning. Everyone who does this would have a completely different way of picturing their mental space, but for Mariella the library full of books felt right. The mental book notion does come back within the series at least once. Possibly more than that. We shall see!

Speaking Russian comes in this deleted scene (and other languages.). Why did you decide not to include learning new languages in the final version?

Also still there! There wasn’t really a need for her newfound skill with languages to be highlighted at the end of SSN, but it will definitely come back into the series here and there. Without this section of the story in place, this was a bit of information that got shoved to the background of the world and left there.

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Flashback Friday: Staying Fat for Sarah Byrnes by Chris Crutcher
Nov 7th, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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by Chris Crutcher

Published by Greenwillow Books

Pub date: March 18, 2003

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From Goodreads:

Sarah Byrnes and Eric have been friends for years. When they were children, his fat and her terrible scars made them both outcasts. Later, although swimming slimmed Eric, she stayed his closest friend.

Now Sarah Byrnes—the smartest, toughest person Eric has ever known—sits silent in a hospital. Eric must uncover the terrible secret she’s hiding, before its dark currents pull them both under.

 

My Review:

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Wow, just wow – STAYING FAT FOR SARAH BYRNES isn’t a book for the weak of heart or those who want to avoid tough, controversial subjects. I haven’t read anything like it (you won’t get details from me), and I am sure most readers would agree that it’s one of a kind. Personally, I highly recommend it, but then again, I appreciate different perspectives and those who write to make others think – especially about their beliefs. If you don’t appreciate this in literature, then avoid Chris Crutcher – but he’s not an award-winning author for nothing!

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A THOUSAND PIECES OF YOU by Claudia Gray – Review
Nov 4th, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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by Claudia Gray – Review

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From Goodreads:

Every Day meets Cloud Atlas in this heart-racing, space- and time-bending, epic new trilogy from New York Times bestselling author Claudia Gray.

Marguerite Caine’s physicist parents are known for their radical scientific achievements. Their most astonishing invention: the Firebird, which allows users to jump into parallel universes, some vastly altered from our own. But when Marguerite’s father is murdered, the killer—her parent’s handsome and enigmatic assistant Paul—escapes into another dimension before the law can touch him.

Marguerite can’t let the man who destroyed her family go free, and she races after Paul through different universes, where their lives entangle in increasingly familiar ways. With each encounter she begins to question Paul’s guilt—and her own heart. Soon she discovers the truth behind her father’s death is more sinister than she ever could have imagined.

A Thousand Pieces of You explores a reality where we witness the countless other lives we might lead in an amazingly intricate multiverse, and ask whether, amid infinite possibilities, one love can endure.

My Review:

A Winner! This novel will keep you guessing. There is a satisfying ending, and you’ll want to read the next book in the trilogy. A perfect combo of science fiction, contemporary, romance, intrigue.

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Mysterious. Captivating. Intriguing. Suspenseful. Imaginative.
Travel to alternate universes. Your life. Different variations. I’m hooked.
Scientists. A murderer? Who are you? Love. Death. Second chances.

Things I loved about this novel:
1. The possibility of multiple universes. What if we’re living our lives simultaneously in different universes without any knowledge of these different lives, but then be able to jump into that life and see loved ones etc? – what an awesome concept!
2. The idea of learning from yourself in different universes – so cool.
3. The science/mathematics behind the idea. It’s not so complex that people can’t grasp what’s going on.
4. Who is real and who leaped into that universe? Mystery and intrigue.
5. I love the idea you’re not quite sure who to trust an a particular moment.
6. Romance is sweet.
7. The Firebirds. They allow people to travel from one universe to another. Cool name, cool idea.
8. Good versus evil. When does science and corporate interest go too far?
9. My favorite character by far is Paul – geek hotness!
10. The ending. You’ll feel satisfied with it and still want more!

Overall, this is a fantastic beginning to a new trilogy that will keep readers guessing. A perfect combo of science fiction, contemporary, romance, intrigue. Claudia Gray has a winner.

Thank you so much to the publisher for the ARC review copy.

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Flashback Friday: THE NEAR WITCH by Victoria Schwab
Oct 31st, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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by Victoria Schwab

Hardcover, 282 pages

Published August 2, 2011

by Hyperion Books CH

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From Goodreads:

The Near Witch is only an old story told to frighten children. 
If the wind calls at night, you must not listen. The wind is lonely, and always looking for company. 

And there are no strangers in the town of Near.

These are the truths that Lexi has heard all her life.

But when an actual stranger-a boy who seems to fade like smoke-appears outside her home on the moor at night, she knows that at least one of these sayings is no longer true.

The next night, the children of Near start disappearing from their beds, and the mysterious boy falls under suspicion. Still, he insists on helping Lexi search for them. Something tells her she can trust him.

As the hunt for the children intensifies, so does Lexi’s need to know-about the witch that just might be more than a bedtime story, about the wind that seems to speak through the walls at night, and about the history of this nameless boy.

Part fairy tale, part love story, Victoria Schwab’s debut novel is entirely original yet achingly familiar: a song you heard long ago, a whisper carried by the wind, and a dream you won’t soon forget.

 

My Review:
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The Near Witch is absolutely FANTASTIC! Victoria Schwab did a masterful job creating a full-length Brothers Grimm style fairy tale or Hans Christian Anderson style fairy tale. A little scary (for small children, perhaps), plenty of intrigue, a lot of adventure. Cole is an interesting stranger who comes to Near and is accused of snatching children out of their beds without a trace. The story unfolds and comes to life with witches and plenty of mystery. The MC Lexi is a wonderful heroine who doesn’t allow fear to keep her away from the unknown. I really appreciate a strong female character, one who goes against the majority for the good of society. Definitely add The Near Witch to your reading list. You won’t regret it.

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5th Annual International Holiday #Readathon, December 5-7, 2014
Oct 27th, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

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HOLIDAY #READATHON

December 5 – 7, 2014

Read as much or as little as you want. Even a minute counts!

Because of the tremendous enthusiasm and spirit of those who participated over the last few years, it is my pleasure to once again host the Annual Holiday #Readathon! Together, we will make it even BETTER this year!

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BONUS: SIGN UP & YOU’RE AUTOMATICALLY ENTERED for a fabulous prize:

For everyone who signs up below through Mr. Linky, you are automatically entered for a special holiday drawing. One winner will have the opportunity to win two signed novels from Books of Wonder, http://www.booksofwonder.com (Total value not to exceed $40.00) A SECOND winner will choose one book. (Value not to exceed $20.00)

(Browse books. If BoW has a signed copy, it will say it next to the book’s information page. IF WE HAVE MORE PARTICIPANTS THAN LAST YEAR, (130) I will select another winner to receive one signed novel! Value not to exceed $20.00)

WHEN WE REACH 131 PARTICIPANTS: Two additional winners will get to choose one of my fav reads from 2014! 

If you are from outside of the US, the prize will be a $40 gift certificate either to The Book Depository, Amazon, or BN.com

You do NOT need to participate in any other mini-challenge to qualify.

Sign up for the Holiday #Readathon is below – Fill in the simple Mr. Linky form! You can use a Twitter or Facebook URL if you don’t have a website.

 If you have any questions or you are an author/blogger who would like to offer a mini-challenge, feel free to contact me (Liza) at whorublog@aol.com

Mini-challenges:

I will be updating the list of CONFIRMED bloggers/authors who are participating in giveaways as they come in as well as their mini-challenges/giveaways.

1. Joli from Actin’ Up with Books: Mini-challenge

On Joli’s blog: “Share the Perfect Book”

“I love to give books as gifts, whether it is for a birthday, a holiday, or just a special surprise. Tell me the book that you would like to give to a friend or family member, what the book means to you, and why you think it would make the perfect gift.

Prize: ONE Book valued up to $15.00 from Amazon, B&N, or The Book Depository

2. Jaime and Erin from Fiction Fare: Details to come

3. Jenny from Supernatural Snark: Details to come

4. Kassiah and Meg from Swoony Boys Podcast: Mini-challenge

Around here Christmas is all about good deeds and mistletoe. We want you to do a good deed by telling us all about the best kiss you’ve ever read. Of course if you want to get personal, we’d love to hear all about the best kiss you’ve ever had too! We are giving away a MEGA SWOON PACK to one lucky winner!

5. Kai from Fiction State of Mind: Details to come

6. Katie from Mundie Moms: Final details to come – either a pay it forward or your holiday playlist. Stay tuned!

7. Paper Lantern Lit: During the event, participants tweet: @paperlanternlit & holiday #Readathon with your fave holiday-themed book titles!

A prize-pack of PLL books (The Fury Trilogy, The Venom Trilogy, and The Truth or Dare series= 9 books, plus one bonus secret title!) to anyone who tweets @paperlanternlit with their favorite Holiday-themed book titles! 

8. Laurie Viera Rigler, author of Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict, Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict, & contributor to: Jane Austen Made Me Do It. Details to come

9. Meghann from Becoming Books: Mini-challenge

Cover guess. The giveaway is a book of choice up to $15 open internationally as long as the Book Depository delivers for free. (Goes live midnight, December 6th.)

10. Lisa Amowitz, author of Visions, Breaking Glass: Details to come

11. Holly Schindler, author of A Blue So Dark, Playing Hurt, The Junction of Sunshine and Lucky, and Feral. 

One lucky winner will win his or her choice of THE JUNCTION OF SUNSHINE AND LUCKY or FERAL. More details to come.

12. Joe Roper, author of The Hunter Awakens: Book One of the Morus Chronicle – Details to come

One lucky winner will win a copy of Joe’s MG novel (US only.)

13. (See my mini-challenge below.)

14. Cylin Busby, author of The Year We Disappeared: A Father – Daughter Memoir and Blink Once: Mini-challenge

“What would you give your favorite fictional character for the holidays?” Tweet answer to @cylinbusby with #READATHON  any time during the readathon to be entered in giveaway and win one of Cylin’s books listed above.

 

My mini-challenge:

(You do not have to sign up for my mini-challenge to participate in this readathon! All are welcome!)

Prize: All Participants for my Holiday #Readathon Challenge are automatically entered for a $20.00 gift certificate for Amazon.com or BN.com  or The Book Depository– your choice! Just list your participation in COMMENTS! Give :) and you have a chance to receive! Winner will be randomly chosen.

1. Pledge a penny or two or three (or any amount you want!) per page that you read.  Put a minimum number that you will pledge.  For example:  100 pages – $1.00. And then donate the amount to your favorite charity.

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2. ANY type of donation for the holiday season – a can(s) of food, book to a library, Toy for Tots, gently used books or clothes donated to a shelter, school – qualifies. OR volunteer your time at, for example, a soup kitchen or food bank.  Just list it. (Feel free to come up with your own ideas!)

3. Click on comments below and share your pledge/donation. THIS IS ON THE HONOR SYSTEM!

Mini-challenges/giveaways end on Sunday, December 8th at midnight PST. Please note that all the bloggers/authors have their own rules for their challenges.

Please share what you’re reading and your progress during the Readathon on Twitter by including in your tweet – Holiday #Readathon.

Twitter Party

SundayDecember 7th9-10PM EST, which can be accessed by entering #Readathon. We’ll talk about the books we are reading and holiday memories and anything else you’d like to share. I will be hosting several giveaways during that time.

Remember, this is a set-your-own-pace/start-whenever-you-want #readathon. Don’t wear yourself out. I’ll be cheering you all on and checking up on your progress. Have FUN!

– See more at: http://www.whorublog.com/2013/11/06/fourth-annual-holiday-readathon-december-6-8-2013/#sthash.eyTPuOWX.dpuf

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Chills and Thrills Readathon
Oct 24th, 2014 by Liza Wiemer

Chills and Thrills

I’m participating in the Chills and Thrills Readathon from October 24th through October 31st:

For details and sign up, check out Reading Cram 2.0

Books to read are:

Paranormal
Witches
Zombies
Vampires
Werewolves
Thriller
Mystery

Here are my pics for this weekend. (I have 3 stories in the SMALL MIRACLES FROM BEYOND, published October 21, 2014 through Sterling Ethos. Can’t wait to read the other stories in it. Also HOLLY BLACK & CASSANDRA CLARE! #Love)

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