There are all types of kisses: the butterfly kiss, the eskimo kiss, the air kiss, not to forget the granddaddy of them all, the delectable French kiss (surprisingly, the French call this "the English kiss"). But today we're talking about cold kisses. No, this is not a Twilight post.
Amy Garvey's YA debut, Cold Kiss, comes out in September, and I was lucky enough to snag a signed advance reader's copy which I'm giving away to one lucky commenter today. Cold Kiss is the story of love and loss and zombies--sort of. Not Shaun of the Dead, brain-eating zombies, but, well, like this:
Four months ago, Danny died. In a heartbroken fury, Wren used her mysterious powers to bring him back--never thinking that the Danny who returned would be just a cold shell of the boy she fell in love with. Now, Wren is struggling to hide the not-quite-living but definitely not dead Danny from the world. As she begins to lose control over what she has wrought and everything in her life starts to spiral into chaos, Wren realizes that she must find a way to make things right--even if it means breaking her heart.
Heartwrenching, right? Obsessive love, impossible choices--my kind of book. If you'd like to read it, too, leave a comment and tell me your favorite adjective to describe a kiss. Mine is delicious. Mmmm.