The Haunting of Secrets by @ShelleyPickens #Review & a Sweet Tea #Recipe
First I want to apologize for this being late to both the author and Bewitching Tours. I am dealing with the Toothapocalypse 2014 and basically have been in bed since Thursday morning. I have surgery Tuesday and so I am getting this up asap plus a couple others just in case I am out of it afterwards.
I really enjoyed this read. It is a great Young Adult Paranormal thriller. A perfect read for 13 year-olds and up.
The Haunting of Secrets
by Shelley R. Pickens
Illustrator •Published by Melange Books, LLC
Genres: Mystery, Paranormal, Thriller, Young Adult
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Are some secrets worth dying for?
Sixteen-year-old Aimee doesn't like to touch people. One touch and she sees their past. One graze over her skin and she can see all the good and bad deeds a person has ever done. It isn't until a bomb explodes during lunch that she realizes exactly how many dirty secrets the students in her school harbor-or exactly how far one of them would go to keep his secrets safe.
In the aftermath of that fateful day of the bombing Aimee is brushed by a fellow student as they are caught in the mob running for their lives. Images of tortured and murdered young girls rise up to choke her. The problem is, Aimee doesn't know who touched her. Somewhere in this school a fellow student is a killer, and Aimee is the only one that can find him before he murders again.
With the help of her friends Aimee must sift through her stolen memories to determine clues. The quest to find a killer unravels the very fabric of her carefully woven life. He won't stop until he silences her- for only she knows all his secrets.
She will have to summon all of her inner strength to decide what she must do: hunt or be hunted.
Are some secrets worth dying for?
What can I say, but POW.. WOW… and BANG… As in the story starts of with a literal bang! I already had been hooked into the story about the girl who does not touch or let folks touch her, and then…. BANG! Someone literarly blows up the school cafeteria. I had no clue where this story was going to go from this place. I knew it was a paranormal young adult mystery but I had no clue just how much the story was going to take my heart.
Aimee is our protagonist. The girl who cannot be touched and who covers herself up from head to toe, 90% of her body, covered. She wears gloves and if she is touched or has contact with someone (direct skin) she absorbs all their past memories. This is pretty horrific when she touches someone who is a serial killer and what makes it worse? This person also goes to her school.
The book deals not only with Aimee’s own struggle she has had all her life, with a bit of mystery in her own past throughout the majority of her book but it also deals with the struggles many teens have fitting in, or feeling like if they let someone in all their secrets will be exposed.
The author is very good at placing hints and misleading clues. I was pretty sure I knew who it was several times and for me, the mystery queen, I can honestly say I was slightly shocked… OK, no.. I was shocked.
It is perfect for teens, the pace is fast, a bit faster than I like in a read but it was not written for adults so I see this as a perfect pace for 13+ teens! The gift, or the curse as Aimee sees it, turns out to be something that can save lives. She learns not all the things she sees negative
~ Everyone That Says School is Hell Isn’t Kidding ~
It’s a normal Wednesday in October when the world around me is thrown into chaos. Homecoming posters litter the halls of the school. Outside, leaves scatter and fly about the campus, blanketing everything in a sheet of crispy brown. There is nothing unusual in the air. Inside, students fill the halls, chatting with friends and making their way to their classes. As usual, I am off by myself, sitting in the corner of a hall studying for a chemistry exam, invisible to everyone else. Well, almost everyone else.
“Can you please explain to me why I need to learn what a mole is, when I know it has absolutely nothing to do with my dream of becoming Zac Efron’s wife?” asked a tall, dark haired, brown eyed girl from above me, her figure blocking the light.
Looking up at her, I sigh. I want to feel annoyed by the intrusion, but I just don’t have it in me to get mad at the only friend I have in my life; the friend who not only knows my secret but, for some unfathomable reason, doesn’t seem to care. “Well, Dejana, if you actually understood how a mole works, then you would be able to see how the molecules interact to make Zac Efron so incredibly hot that it renders him unattainable for the normal teenage girl. Conversely, that same molecular reasoning would not allow good old Zac to give you the time of day.”
“Posh,” spit out Dejana, ignoring every word I just said. “That is simply a piece of science I am more than willing to overcome.”
I shake my head at her, yet say nothing, since I truly do wish her dreams would come true for her. Everyone should have a dream, no matter how unattainable it may be. Dreams are what keep us moving forward; what gives us hope for the future, no matter how silly or impractical those dreams may be. I envy Dejana. At least she has dreams. I have never been able to afford that luxury. I spend way too much time in the past.
Shaking off the impending melancholy, I turn my blue eyes to Dejana and say, “Isn’t he dating someone right now?”
Dejana’s silence tells me everything I need to know.
“Well, if anyone can turn him on, it would be you Dejana. And if you need help, I can take care of Zac for ya, kidnap him even and keep him busy so that he doesn’t go anywhere. I can tie him up, if that’s what it takes. I would do that for you, my friend. It would be a hardship, but I’d do it. ”
“That’s my girl,” says Dejana with a smile. “Now quit sulking and let’s go to math. If we’re late, Mr. Herring will have our heads.” As usual, Dejana is right.
After enduring a very long morning of math and chemistry, I am extremely grateful that it’s finally time for lunch. After grabbing my lunch bag out of my locker, I make my way down to the cafeteria. I’m late as usual, but I do this on purpose and for a very good reason. Slowly, I make my way to the doubly long rectangular table by the attendance office in the corner of the large common area. The cafeteria is filled with the usual lunch crowd doing their usual things, which involves more talking and texting rather than eating. No one had any inkling that their lives were about to change. Or even worse, about to end. There were no signs of impending doom, no masked man walking around with a detonator. It is just a normal day with kids eating their lunch. And just like in the movies, it happens in an instant.
One minute I am quietly eating my pizza and breadsticks, when suddenly a loud roar fills my ears and an invisible hand lifts me up out of my seat and flings me into the air. It is disorienting, but not really scary at first. It feels like I am floating, looking down upon the wreckage as if experiencing it second hand. I am confused at first, thinking maybe this was some kind of joke; that some mean kid had picked up my seat and hurled me across the cafeteria. They tended to do that to me, since I never fight back; never dare to get within ten feet of them. They think it is out of cowardice. I know better.
The whole world around me is moving in slow motion. It isn’t until I am hit in the face with a bloody hand wrenched completely off at the wrist that I realize the roar I had heard was a bomb. I begin my descent to the hard floor; my body constantly hitting pieces of table, metal mixed with plastic from chairs, and chunks of things stained red that I don’t even want to know where they came from. I hit the ground on my right side and the contact sends a painful jolt through my shoulder that travels the length of my body. My gloved hands cover my face to ward off the feet trampling all around me. The images of body parts flying through the air and blood spattering on the walls and floor are seared into my brain. In another life, it could have been art, a pretty mosaic depicting the tragedies of life. My first instinct is to avoid, at all possible costs, the touches of the hordes of people that come my way in a desperate attempt to flee the carnage. I have no idea where I am in the cafeteria anymore. All I know is that I have to get out, get away from all those people and from all of their secrets.
I am not much of a cook so I don’t have many recipes that are good. I tend to borrow others that are yummy!! But as requested, here are my 10 comfort foods.
- Chick-fil-A (If you aren’t from the south, you may not know this one but they are awesome!)
- Sweet tea
- French Dips
- Chicken noodle soup
- Chocolate chip cookies
- Chocolate lava cakes
- Guacamole dip
- More butterfingers
- And if I’m still upset – anything white or milk chocolate will do
The only thing I won’t eat is cake or ice cream. I think I’m the only person in the world that just doesn’t like either much.
Well sheesh I love most of everything up there but the one thing I cannot live without in my house is sweet tea. Geoff would have my hide! I have the perfect recipe and it is straight out of his southern grandmother’s kitchen!
- 12 regular tea bags
- ¼ teaspoon baking soda
- 4 cups boiling water
- 3 -4 cups sugar
- 12 cups cold water
- In a large glass measuring cup, place the tea bags and add the baking soda.(the amount of baking soda is the same whether it is a half gallon or a full gallon)
- Pour the boiling water over the tea bags.
- Cover and steep for 15 minutes.
- Take out the tea bags and do not squeeze them
- Pour the tea mixture into a gallon pitcher and add the sugar.
- Stir until the sugar is dissolved.
- Add in the cold water.
- Let cool; chill in the refrigerator and serve over ice. (add mint leaves and lemon wedges)
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