Happy New Years! It's now 2014..A new book challenge! I plan to read 60 books in 2014. What's your goal?
Quote of the Day : You have a new 365 page book to write, write a good one.
Title : The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
Publisher : Simon & Schuster Books
Published : September 27, 2011
Author : Michelle Hodkin
Series : Mara Dyer #1
Mara Dyer doesn’t think life can get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there.
It can.
She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her mysteriously unharmed.
There is.
She doesn’t believe that after everything she’s been through, she can fall in love.
She’s wrong.
It can.
She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her mysteriously unharmed.
There is.
She doesn’t believe that after everything she’s been through, she can fall in love.
She’s wrong.
Alright, This book is one of my favorites. It is so good. You guys need to read this.
Excerpt :
The ornate script on the board twisted in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup. When Claire pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. I wasn't normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldn't notice. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night, and Claire gave it to her. I got her a bracelet. She wasn't wearing it.
Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. Claire shook her head, oozing disdain. Rachel put down her piece.
"It's just a game, Mara." She smiled, her teeth looking even whiter in the dim light. Rachel and I had been best friends since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. But less so when we were together. She made me feel bold. Usually.
"I don't have anything to ask dead people," I said to her. And at sixteen, we're too old for this, I didn't say.
"Ask whether Jude will ever like you back."
Claire's voice was innocent, but I knew better. My cheeks flames, but I stifled the urge to snap at her and laughed it off. "Can I ask it for a car? Is this like a dead Santa scenario?"
"Actually, since it's my birthday, I'm going first." Rachel put her fingers on the piece. Claire and I followed her.
"Oh! Rachel, ask it how you're going to die."
