Many YA novels lately are epic fantasy or paranormal, stories of The One (whether romantic, magical, or otherwise), or books that pull us into completely new worlds. I’m perfectly fine imagining them on my own. But, unlike many YA books, I’m not hit over the head with physical descriptions. She gives just enough of words and direction for the reader to imagine the characters. It’s not particularly telling or profound, but I like the dialogue and the subtle combination with gestures and expressions. I’m not sure why that line was the one that did it, even now. “Don’t worry about me.” It wasn’t even said by who I thought, but it would have worked either way. “Stop it,” I say, pointing my finger at her. What grabbed me instantly was the prose, how it was formatted almost as poetry. I’d heard about it on Twitter and elsewhere but I’ll admit it wasn’t on my radar other than familiarity with the title. I opened CHASING BROOKLYN by Lisa Schroeder. But I wanted to read, and nothing on my bookshelf was calling to me. Clearly the bookstore was the last place I needed to be. And it’s funny, really, because I have (and I just counted) twelve unread books on my shelf and another ten on my kindle. So, I went to the bookstore Wednesday night and flipped through about forty books, hoping in the middle of one I’d find a line that would make me need to go back to the beginning and wonder how it grew into that phrase. I’ve just needed a break from it, and reading is such a critical part of writing. We are doing requested edits – which is exciting – but it’s exhausting (as anyone who has been through the umpteenth revision on a novel knows) to try to see our book with fresh eyes.
Sometimes I can balance the reader/writer roles simultaneously, and other times I just… can’t. It’s weird how it sneaks up on me when I should know by now that it happens when I’m intensely writing and/or editing. Lo says: I’ve been in a bit of a reading slump lately. Until they learn to let each other in, not one soul will be able to rest.
But neither of them can admit that they’re being haunted. But when Lucca’s ghost begins leaving messages, telling Nico to help Brooklyn, emotions come crashing to the surface.Īs the nightmares escalate and the messages become relentless, Nico reaches out to Brooklyn. He’s always running, trying to escape the pain of losing his brother, Lucca. She has no idea what he wants or why it isn’t Lucca visiting her dreams. Every time she closes her eyes, Gabe’s ghost is there waiting for her. Her boyfriend, Lucca, died only a year ago, and now her friend Gabe has just died of an overdose.
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