Falling in love with your best guy friend
is a path fraught with peril in the best of circumstances, but insert the fact
that you happen to have a sixth sense for finding dead bodies and the killer of
said bodies may want you as his next victim, and your angst-ridden road to happily ever after with
your bestie is probably going to take a right at Albuquerque. Such is the
premise of Kimberley Derting’s debut YA novel The Body Finder:
Violet Ambrose
is grappling with two major issues: Jay Heaton and her morbid secret ability.
While the sixteen-year-old is confused by her new feelings for her best friend
since childhood, she is more disturbed by her "power" to sense dead
bodies—or at least those that have been murdered. Since she was a little girl,
she has felt the echoes the dead leave behind in the world . . . and the
imprints that attach to their killers.
Violet has never
considered her strange talent to be a gift; it mostly just led her to find dead
birds her cat left for her. But now that a serial killer is terrorizing her
small town, and the echoes of the local girls he's claimed haunt her daily,
Violet realizes she might be the only person who can stop him.
Despite his
fierce protectiveness over her, Jay reluctantly agrees to help Violet find the
murderer—and Violet is unnerved by her hope that Jay's intentions are much more
than friendly. But even as she's falling intensely in love, Violet is getting
closer and closer to discovering a killer . . . and becoming his prey herself.
Warning: Do not read this story
in the dark. The first scene where we see the killer lure his victim to her
death is chilling in its realism. I made sure I had another talk with my
daughter about getting into cars with strangers.
I was lucky enough to meet Kimberley at a conference and snagged a signed copy. If you want it for your very self, reveal the name of your first non-celebrity (No, Scott Baio doesn't count. Yes, I',m old.) crush in the comments before midnight PT Friday (9/9/11) and you're entered to win*. I'll go first: his name was Christopher and he was tall (for a third grader) and dark and ruled the monkey bars like no one I'd seen before. Sigh.
*US/Canada residents only.
Ohh. His name was Nick and we were in kindergarten. I remember because I got my only red card ever for trying to kiss him in line. Lol!
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I was also in Kindergarten and his name was Larry. He didn't start out as a crush though, he followed me home from school one afternoon and then pushed me on the ground and starting hitting me! My Dad happened to be out on the front porch watching for me to get home from school and saw the whole thing! He ran down the street, pulled Larry off of me then walked Larry home! LOL The next day Larry brought me a purple rabbits foot and a purple yo-yo to school and at recess he kissed me! I promise I'm not making this stuff up, it really happened! :)
ReplyDeleteWow, good question! It was my brother's friend, Jonathan. I just realized how much that sounds like a romance-comedy movie, LOL. Nothing exciting like in a movie every happend though. I doubt if I walked up to him and explained who I was that he would be able to remember my name. He was cute (surfer boy looking type with freckles that he probably hated) and over in at my house now and then, but looking back I really wonder why I ever had a crush on him since he was a little stuck-up even then and more so now, judging by the last time I saw him years ago.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the chance :-)
And our winner is...Blanche!! Thanks, y'all, and come back next week for a new contest.
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