Friday, January 25, 2013

Night of the Purple Moon

Night of the Purple Moon by Scott Cramer is an amazing read that truly crosses genre lines. It's geared toward middle grade, but anyone that enjoys a good dystopian novel will love it. Scott writes in such a way that you are pulled into the story in very few pages. When I finished the book, which was very soon after picking it up, I couldn't believe how few pages he used to weave the amazing story!

Night of the Purple Moon (The Toucan Trilogy)


So it all starts with the exciting news that the earth will pass through the tail of a comet, leaving purple space dust in the atmosphere and coloring the moon purple for a time. As with all dystopian novels, you can assume that it has terrible consequences. All of the adults have had some sort of reaction to the dust and have died. I love that the main character, Abby, and her family live on a small island, having them even more separated from society in an event like this amped up the story in a brilliant way.

The way that Abby struggles to care for her brother and sister in this newly developing society is painted well. I did think that their would be more of a Lord of the Flies vibe, like with the Gone series (which has a slightly similar plot), but I was pleased that this story didn't read like that. It is very unique.

I enjoyed this book immensely and would highly recommend it to anyone, younger readers included.

http://www.amazon.com/Night-Purple-Toucan-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B007OVUPXU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359174763&sr=8-1&keywords=night+of+the+purple+moon

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Book giveaway and signing!

Great opportunity to see some amazing romance authors all at the same time! If you live in or around Texas take the trip to see these ladies!



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Thursday, January 10, 2013

At What Cost

Check this highly praised book.

At What Cost


During her junior year, sixteen-year-old Maggie Reynolds expected to shop for prom dresses not maternity clothes. Now, instead of studying for the SATs, she’s reading, What to Expect When You’re Expecting. Maggie’s ‘Mother Dearest’ lives in fear that Maggie will somehow taint the family name, so Maggie can’t turn to her for help. Meanwhile, her father is oblivious to anything but his 9-9 job. And her boyfriend, Justin? She’s pretty sure he’ll stay by her side.

 

While Maggie wrestles with her options, Justin offers a solution: abortion. It would solve all her problems quickly, easily, and effectively. And her parents would never know, which means they won’t throw her out and cut her off like they’d always threatened if she got herself knocked up. Now Maggie must decide which choice she can live with: abortion or teenage motherhood. Either way, it’ll be a tough road to travel.

 At What Cost
 
Jessie Andersen lives in a small town in Western New York with her husband and three kids. A former English teacher, she now spends her time writing while the kids are at school and the baby is sleeping. She volunteers at the local library and sings in the church band. You can find information about her books at:
 

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Release Party Scavenger Hunt

Find the name of the first spirit Amanda ever failed...



Prologue

 

A smile danced across Amanda’s innocent round face as she bounded, her dark brown hair blowing in the breeze. She was playing hopscotch and singing a childish tune while both sweet and stern-faced nuns pecked around the play yard, like the hens that they were.

“Hop.” Amanda sang, putting too much emphasis on the letter P. She brought her boney elbows in and bounced off one foot.

“Eee,” she said, swaying a little as she landed on two feet.

“Scotch,” she said, bouncing off with all her might. Where she landed was not on the playground at all, and no one noticed her leave. Instead of the number nine square she was aiming for, Amanda found herself falling through suffocating darkness.

 

With a shrill chirp, the dreaded bell sounded that ended recess, and all came to their seats, save one. Sister Wesley was the first to notice her absence. Amanda wasn’t one of the children that were usually late. After ten minutes had passed, she stood from her desk and crossed the small classroom to the cool single paned windows. The playground was deserted, not one child had lingered behind to enjoy its merriment. The chains of the swings rattled a bit in the breeze, but Amanda wasn’t on any of them.

A chill took Sister Wesley as she realized that one of her students was gone. The hallway of the old building turned into a snowstorm of white and black robes. Teachers flew up and down the halls calling for a search party.

Two hours after beginning the search, Father Benton found the missing child in the woods just beyond the fence. When he came upon the girl, he immediately crossed himself and spoke a quick prayer.

The small child was crouched down in a good-sized hole that she had apparently dug with nothing more than her blood stained hands. She looked more like an animal than a girl, covered in a mixture of sweat and dirt, and shouting hysterically as she clawed at the ground.

He stood a moment, frozen in shocked horror before he rushed towards her. Father Benton lifted her up, gently pulling the tiny thing into his arms. She tried to fight him off throwing her weight around and kicking her skinny legs.

“Amanda, calm down; everything is okay. You are safe. I will help you,” he promised. She relaxed at his offer of help, but as he started to walk away with her still in his arms, she lashed out, slapping his face hard enough to sting. In his momentary surprise, she wriggled out of his grasp and ran back to the hole that she had been digging.

“No, I can’t leave him. Not there, not there,” she screamed.

He cried out as one of her little finger nails ripped away from its home and lodged itself into the dirt that she was trying desperately to move. She didn’t seem to notice his cry or the pain that she must have felt. I can’t imagine what has happened to her. She was always such an angel. He knelt beside her, moving slowly so he wouldn’t frighten the little girl. “Amanda, what are you doing? Tell me how to help you,” he said. She ignored him and persisted with the terrible scratching. He continued to talk to her, hoping something would snap her out of this mental fit. “Amanda? Did someone take you from the playground? Has someone hurt you?” he asked, fearing the worst.

“No.” She answered quickly but didn’t look up. However abrupt her answer, he was happy to hear her voice.

“Where have you been? Everybody’s been looking for you, all of the sisters and your friends,” he said.

She stopped digging for a moment, breathing hard. Her face turned up toward him, but she said nothing. She seemed to be trying to decide how best to answer the question she was being asked.

“I don’t know where I was. I was here; and then I was there, but I don’t know where there was,” she said.

He looked down at her in confusion, but she seemed to be satisfied with her given answer. She looked up at him, her sad blue eyes pleading.

“Please, Father, please. He is hurting so bad, and I’m the one who’s supposed to help him. I knew it the minute I saw him. I filled up with sunshine, and I just felt him ask for my help,” she said. Father Benton didn’t know how to console the poor child. He just kept her talking, so that she wouldn’t be digging.

“Who, Amanda?” he asked. She looked to the old priest like she would have cried had she not used up all of her tears already.

“A boy, Justin was his name. He is stuck, and I could have helped him. But I got scared and woke up here and left him,” she whispered.

She started screaming and clawing at the ground again. He jumped into the hole and held her firmly in his arms, making sure she was snug and couldn’t hurt herself. She screamed at the top of her lungs, trying desperately to free her arms but he was stronger.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Justin!” she cried out. He rocked her gently while humming a church hymn on their way back to the towering Gothic structure that was the lonely child’s home.



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Friday, January 4, 2013

The Maze Runner

The Maze Runner was such a great read! Run out and buy it while I write up a full review, I just had to write a quick *squee* Thanks for a good Christmas read, Amanda! xoxox



The Maze Runner (Book 1)




More to come...

Lights, Camera, Poltergeist!

Hey guys, check out this fun New Adult read by Nell Dixon!


Romance with Heart
http://www.nelldixon.com

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