An interesting ride as the author delves into the psychic world which the main character hates because it makes her a FREAK.
Ever Bloom can see the dead, hear other's thoughts and know their life stories from a touch. All because of an accident that killed her entire family except her.
She moves with the only living member of her family is wealthy and gives Ever anything she wants from a gorgeous room with a deck and view of the ocean to a huge walk-in closet, flat screen TV, laptop and clothes. Plus, the use of the aunt's credit card anytime Ever wants but Ever doesn't feel worthy for anything good even living.
This seemed very unrealistic and convenient to me.
Ever use to be popular, but with her new "gift" she wants to remain unseen so she finds the lowest low low men on the totem pole and hangs out with them.
Cliche.
Enter smoldering, hot guy, Damen, who every girl wants, including the best friend, but he only has eyes for the main character.
Heard that one before?
Another person has the hots for Damen and wants to kill Ever.
A few problems: if a hot guy continually pulled out-of-season flowers from behind my ears or my backpack or my enemies cleavage, I would question his motives and what he was.
I didn't fall in love with Damen. I didn't really care about him. He kept disappearing and his only explanations were cryptic. Then finally at the end, we get the info dump of who he is, his connection to Ever and why the psycho woman wants to kill Ever.
What I loved: the relationship with Ever's little sister who died in the crash and didn't "cross over."
Not a series I'll finish.
Rating: PG 14 (max)
S: kissing, roaming hands, make out session,
L: Scattered throughout. One chapter had four "F" words in it but no where else
V: Fight, teen killed, one dying
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25% test (p. 75):
"She shakes her head and looks away, shoulders inking, thoughts turning dark, redirecting all o that anger back on herself. "Don't." She sighs, blinking rapidly, staving off tears. "Don't say a word. If he likes you then he likes you, and there's nothing I can do. I mean, it's not your fault you're smart and pretty and guys are always going to like you better than me. Especially once they see you without your hood." She tries to laugh, but doesn't quiet make it.
"You're making something out of nothing," I say, hoping to convince her, hoping to convince myself. "The only thing Damen and I have in common is our taste in movies and costumes. that's it, I swear." And when I smile, I'm hoping it plays more real than it feels.
She gazes across the room at Evangeline who's taken hold of Zorro's whip and is demonstrating the proper way to use it, then she turns back to me and says, "Just do me favor."
I nod, willing to do just about anything to put an end to all this.
"Stop lying, You really suck at it."
I watch as she walks away, then I turn to Riley who's jumping up and down, shouting, "Omigod, this has got to be your best party ever! Drama! Intrigue! Jealousy! an almost-cat fight! I an so glad I didn't miss this!"
And I'm just about to tell her to shush when I remember how I'm the only one who can actually hear her and hot it might look a little strange for me to do that. And when the doorbell rings again, despite the fish tail flopping behind her, this time, she beats me to it.
"Oh my," says the woman standing on the porch gazing between Riley and me.
"Can I help you?" I ask, noticing how she's not dress up, unless California casual counts as a costume.
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