Monthly Archives: August 2012
When I first saw the title, I was intrigued. When I discovered that the idea was the brainchild of the writer’s 12 year old son, I knew I had to read it. I wasn’t disappointed.
Nick Ramsay is just an ordinary kid, living his life – until his teacher dies in front of him. What he sees changes his life. Forever.
I loved the premise of this book, and zipped through it in one sitting. Nick is so easy to like, and is immediately sympathetic. This fast connection really pulled me into his story, and pulled me along as he learned the truth about – everything. You didn’t expect me to tell you, now, did you? You know me and spoilers.
I was thrilled to have the mom half of the writing team as a guest earlier this week. You can find her great post here.
There was only one issue I had – some basic editing/punctuation errors, but not enough to mar my enjoyment of the story. I highly recommend this unique and often touching book. You can find it on Amazon.
I look forward to the next installment. I can’t wait to find out how Nick will get his – oh, almost got me that time. You will just have to read it for yourself.
Until next time – read on.
For those of you tapping me on the shoulder, drumming your fingers on your desk, poking at me – the wait is over.
And now for your reading pleasure:
Here’s a little preview:
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Annie Sullivan tapped three sleeping pills out of the bottle and into her palm. After a short debate, she added another one. She set the bottle on the side table, dropped the pills in her mouth and chased them down with a long swig of beer.
It didn’t help any more than water, but it did make her head fuzzy a little faster. At least, that was the excuse she would give to Marcus if he ever found out.
He watched her like an overprotective brother. She wanted to slap him down for it, but she knew he was worried. Going into the fourth month after losing Claire, Annie looked like she was the one who fell into Hell.
She scrubbed at her face, then climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the pills to take effect. For the dreams to yank her in.
It didn’t take long before she was pulled under, slipping into smoke and shadow. Into a dream where she wasn’t alone.
I am excited, nervous – and already working on book 3. Yes, I am a glutton for punishment.
Take care, and until next time – read on.