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Trapped outside her body, Anna sees and hears but cannot touch the one she longs to hold.

Anna has a secret: she can astrally project out of her body. But when there's an accident and her classmate Taylor gets into Anna's body, what was an exhilarating gift threatens to become a terrifying reality. Anna and her best friend Rei form a plan to set things right,

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Trapped outside her body, Anna sees and hears but cannot touch the one she longs to hold.

Anna has a secret: she can astrally project out of her body. But when there's an accident and her classmate Taylor gets into Anna's body, what was an exhilarating gift threatens to become a terrifying reality. Anna and her best friend Rei form a plan to set things right, but they don't anticipate the feelings that are beginning to grow between them. Auracle by Gina Rosati is an exciting, sensual novel that explores the relationship between body and soul and the power of a single touch.

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Publishers Weekly
The dream of seeing a supernova or the island of Madagascar can be a great escape from the realities of living with an alcoholic parent—and 17-year-old Anna Rogan lives those fantasies. She knows how to leave her body, traveling the astral plane at the speed of thought. She even has someone she can talk to about it: her best friend Rei has known Anna’s secret since they were four, and he has been covering for her nearly as long. He also knows the risks, which Anna blithely disregards, but neither of them is prepared for the day when spoiled rich girl Taylor Gleason refuses to die, taking over Anna’s temporarily unoccupied body. With a friend implicated in Taylor’s death and a body living a life beyond her control, Anna must rely on Rei in a partnership that goes far beyond their previous friendship. Rosati makes an assured debut, with a narrator who is believably young yet pragmatic. Anna’s judgment is still a work in progress, but that progression is evident and deeply engaging. Ages 12–up. Agent: Andrea Somberg, Harvey Klinger. (Aug.)

A captivating first novel.

Readers who like their mysteries supernaturally tinged and their romantic heroes sweet and protective will enjoy this debut novel.
The Horn Book

Rosati sticks to the rules she's created, blending the supernatural and ordinary in unexpected, sometimes humorous, ways.
Children's Literature - Cara Chancellor
Not many people have hovered midair over an erupting volcano, nor flown by a supernova in a distant galaxy. Anna Rogan has, but she does not share those stories with her best friend, Rei, anymore. When Anna first ?popped out' of her body following a severe allergic reaction to peanuts, he thought her astral projection was cool. Now it just worries him. So when sexy troublemaker Taylor Gleason steals their friend Seth's phone and demands he meet her at Byers Falls, Anna does not tell Rei she plans to follow in spirit form. And when Taylor slips and tumbles over the falls while playing keep-away, Anna's spirit and Seth are the only witnesses. Now, Anna is the only one who can clear Seth's name...if only she hadn't returned to find her body already occupied—by Taylor. Rosati's story falls into familiar tropes of switched-bodies fiction, including the popular girl making over her tomboy host and a sudden realization between Anna and Rei that their relationship might be more than friends. What sets this book apart are its higher stakes—Taylor does not have a body to return to—as well as the raw wound of a relationship between Anna (and now Taylor) and Anna's alcoholic father. Rosati spins a fast-paced adventure with undeniably likeable characters that will be especially appreciated by a female teen audience. Reviewer: Cara Chancellor
VOYA - Lynne Farrell Stover
Sixteen-year-old Anna Rogan is the quintessential girl next door. She and Rei Ellis have been friends forever and have each other's backs. Only Rei knows that Anna is capable of astral projection and that she often takes trips to distant places. Their lives are sent into turmoil when Taylor Gleason, mean-girl and sexual predator, sets her sights on their good friend, Seth Murphy. After a tragic encounter at a waterfall, Taylor is dead, Seth is on the run, and Anna is stuck outside her body. It is up to strong and smart Rei to find resolution to this convoluted situation. This intriguing story is told in a first-person narrative by Anna, and essentially centers on her budding relationship with Rei; however, looming in the background are four distinctly different mothers. Anna's mom is a classic enabler, taking the path of least resistance as she escapes to work while keeping her alcoholic husband supplied with liquor. Yumi, the "Tiger Mom," places unrealistic expectations on Rei with no consideration of his interests. Seth's mom deserted her family years ago and is the reason he is so angry. Taylor's mom does not care what her daughter feels about a forced abortion or the family's relocation. Imperfect mothers aside, here is a question that may occur to many readers: if Anna can leave her body and go anywhere in the universe, why does it not occur to her to witness monumental world events, gather exceptional scientific knowledge, or be privy to international intrigue? Reviewer: Lynne Farrell Stover
School Library Journal
Gr 10 Up—Anna has an unusual talent-she can pop out of her body to explore the world and the universe whenever she gets bored or needs to escape. Her best friend, Rei, is the only one who knows about her ability, and he doesn't approve. He's afraid she'll get sucked into a black hole, or that something will happen to her body while she's not inside. Anna has always thought Rei was just a worrier…until something bad happens. Taylor Gleason, the meanest popular girl in their high school, in an attempt to seduce Anna and Rei's friend Seth, blackmails him into meeting her at the local waterfalls. When they argue, she slips and plunges over the falls to her death. Only Anna, who astrally projected to watch over Seth, witnesses what happens. And while she stays with him in spirit, Taylor's soul finds Anna's unoccupied body and decides to take up residence. Now Taylor, in Anna's shell, is accusing Seth of her murder. Anna has to find a way to get her body back and clear Seth's name. Fortunately, she still has Rei on her side. Rosati's first novel has an original premise and an intriguing plot despite early flaws. The exposition in the beginning chapters pulls readers out of the story-and away from essential character development-and into a more academic mindset. However, once past these explanations of astral projection, reiki, and interconnections of matter, energy, religion, etc., a well-crafted and exciting novel emerges. Teens who enjoy more complex plotlines and are tired of the usual fare should enjoy this new approach to paranormal fiction.—Heather E. Miller Cover, Homewood Public Library, AL
Kirkus Reviews
Anna has a clever talent: She can, somehow, rise out of her own body and travel about as a spirit. This has always been an amusing gift, especially useful during boring classes, but when she witnesses an accidental death after her friend Seth fails to save an almost-stalker classmate, Taylor, from a lethal fall, the trick becomes perilous. Dead Taylor occupies Anna's spiritless body, leaving the high school junior with no place to go. Fortunately, Anna and best friend--and almost boyfriend--Rei have such a spiritual connection that he's able to detect her presence, and they find they can conveniently communicate by computer keyboard. Seth is accused of murder, but readers must seriously suspend disbelief; he'll go on trial just days later because his crime is so "vicious," leaving the two clever teens very little time to evict ruthless Taylor and convince the court that a spirit can serve as a witness. While not great literature, this fast-paced adventure is surprisingly engaging, as Anna, in an earnest first-person voice, and Rei navigate the pitfalls of their evolving relationship and try imaginative ploys to send away Taylor, who has taken over Anna's body with an almost humorous vengeance (tats, piercings and the like). Readers who enjoy more than a dash of the paranormal in their romance novels won't be disappointed with this amusing albeit lightweight effort. (Paranormal romance. 12 & up)

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By Gina Rosati

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Copyright © 2012 Gina Rosati
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-5544-7


Rei Ellis whispers to me as the light goes dark.

"Anna, don't go."

I turn to find him staring at me instead of the television screen at the front of the classroom where the film credits are beginning to roll.

"Why?" I whisper back.

"Because," he points his pencil toward our English teacher, Mr. Perrin, who is busy fiddling with the volume knob, "you'll get yourself in trouble."

On the way to the bus stop this morning, Rei told me he'd heard a volcano was erupting in full force on a small, uninhabited island not too far from Hawaii. He seemed to think this was a pretty cool occurrence until I got all excited about it, too.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. I can't help myself, though. This is something I've been waiting for for a long time and it's not like a major eruption happens every day here on Earth.

Three other kids are already napping on their desks, faces down on their pillow arms, so I do the same. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, brush the weight of Rei's glare off my shoulders, and exhale slowly. Inhale. Exhale. The country fiddle music from the movie soundtrack fades gradually, replaced by the thrum of my heartbeat, the rush of blood pulsing past my eardrums.

Slow, deep breaths.





This is not quite as simple as popping an ice cube out of a tray. I relax my mind, let it slip into that space between sleep and awake, and my body grows heavy and heavier still. The tingle starts in my toes, creeps up through my legs and past my knees. Once it's climbed the length of my spine and into my neck, my body feels so heavy it seems it will sink right through the desk chair. Now I let go, let the part of me that is matter sink while the part of me that is pure energy rises to the surface like a bubble, up and out of my body ... free!

I do a little invisible midair spiral of happiness.

Rei has never been out of his body, at least not that he can remember, so he doesn't know just how phenomenal it feels to have this kind of freedom. I've told him it's like when you take off your ski boots after a full day on the mountain and you feel like your feet will float right up into the air, but imagine everything floats, lighter than air, faster than light. Bodies are incredibly useful for things like eating cheesecake and lifting heavy objects, but they're very slow and require lots of maintenance.

Of course, nothing is for nothing. Everything is so much more intense when I'm out of my body — the movie soundtrack is louder, the television screen is brighter, Courtney Merrill's perfume could gag a pig. And everyone is surrounded by their own true colors.

My physical eyes are like sunglasses filtering out the colors, but when I'm out here, the aura that emanates from every living thing is clearly visible to me. People, animals, even plants are each surrounded by this transparent bubble of color. Over the years, I've learned that the colors can tell me quite a bit about a person. Like right now, Rei is surrounded by this lemonade yellow, which looks nice, but it's the same shade of yellow my mom has when she's sold a house to someone and the loan falls through.


For a few seconds I float here, reconsidering ... stay (and make my best friend happy) or go (and see awesome volcano eruption!). By factoring in the odds of forgiveness, I reach a decision. I absorb a bit of the excess energy floating around me and flick the pencil on Rei's desk, setting it in motion. He grabs it before it moves an inch and writes something in his notebook. Don't be late!!!

Like there'll be a clock where I'm going.

* * *

It takes me all of a fraction of a second to arrive in the general vicinity of Hawaii, and from here it's impossible to miss the enormous plume of smoke on the distant horizon. Aloha, volcano! I move in slowly and let my overactive senses adjust one at a time.

The air smells like thousands of rotten eggs are baking in the summer sun. I get used to it fast, though, because there is too much to see ... orange hot lava oozes down over the rocks while clouds of black smoke billow up from the mouth of the crater and red lightning jets randomly from the smoke. The heat is intense, a blistering wind scattering ash over the surrounding ocean, and the constant sound of thunder swallows me.

How cool is this?

I am surrounded by a force that's been silently trapped for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. It's like a living thing, this energy, and now that it's broken free, I can feel its fury and frenzy, its exhilaration and ecstasy, random chaos unleashed. I hover high above the mouth of the crater and soak it all up.

I could use a little volcano power right now.

All too soon, I feel that tug, a force that beckons me back from any distance no matter how far — the invisible cord that connects what is ethereal to living flesh. The movie must be over and Rei is probably prodding my sneaker with his, trying to bring me back before the lights come up.

I coast back into the dark classroom so stoked with energy I feel I could light up the room like a thousand-watt bulb. As I pass Mr. Perrin's desk, the stale smell of smoke hits me so hard, I wonder if somehow I brought it back with me from the volcano. I drift back a few feet until I realize it's only Mr. Perrin's beat-up corduroy jacket, which is slung over his desk chair. Silly Mr. Perrin. Teachers shouldn't smoke. Nobody should smoke. I decide to relieve him of this burden.

Inside the brown suede side pocket, I find a crumpled pack of generic cigarettes and matches. Nobody seems to notice as one by one, the cigarettes slip out of his pocket and land quietly in the wastebasket. I move a few crumpled wads of paper around to hide them. There. Someday, he will thank me.

Over by my unconscious body, Rei is anxiously jostling my foot with his. The yellow aura surrounding him has gone neon bright. Keep your shirt on, I want to tell him, but he can't hear me. Nobody can hear me when I'm out here, and nobody can see me, either, unless I want them to. I flick his pencil once again before I slide back into my body.

Immediately, I start to stretch, not my physical body, but what's now back inside it. Religion teaches us that each person has a soul, a spirit, a chi. Science teaches us that everything in this universe is either matter or energy. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I'm hurrying to fuse it back together.

Rei's sigh of relief flows over me, tickling my cheek. "Have a nice trip?" he whispers. It will take me a minute to realign this energy with my body well enough to answer him, but he knows this. He's known this about me since we were four years old and my body spat me out during an anaphylactic reaction to a PB&J sandwich.

He's the only one who knows.

At one point, Rei thought my ability to astral project was the coolest thing ever. He used to love to hear about all the places I had been; he used to wish out loud he could come with me. And then one day when we were about fourteen, I told him about this unexplainably spectacular ... thing I had found out in deep space. I'm pretty sure it was a supernova. It was this mega-explosion of dust and every imaginable color of light, but the energy that radiated from it was about a million times stronger than the sun. I came back hypercharged, like a poster child for caffeine.

Rei was not impressed.

He had been studying one form of martial arts or another since he was five, so I was not surprised when he developed an interest in the eastern philosophies. Buddha, he told me, did not approve of recreational astral projection. Buddha, I told him, was no fun. Besides, that totally contradicted what he had told me a few weeks earlier. He had said Buddha encouraged his monks to practice astral projection so when they died, they wouldn't become disoriented and automatically reincarnate instead of seeking enlightenment. When I reminded him of this, Rei added that Buddha didn't like his monks to show off.

It goes without saying that Rei thinks I astrally project to show off. So I no longer tell him about most of my trips. And that makes me infinitely sad, but I don't tell him that, either.

I hear backpacks zipping. Mr. Perrin rattles off the key points from the film and a homework assignment. Bits and pieces of disjointed conversations circle around me. When the noise finally dies down, I open one eye and peek over my arm. Rei sits on his desk with his backpack shouldered, watching me patiently.

He greets me with the tiniest of smiles.

"Late night last night, Miss Rogan?" Mr. Perrin's raspy voice comes from somewhere within the room. I consider looking around to see where he is, but my head is not quite working in tandem with my body just yet. "You'd better hurry. Next class starts in two minutes," his voice fades as he leaves the room.

Except for the ticking of the clock, there is absolute silence. I don't move, not because I can't, but because I can't do so with any measure of grace yet. The irony is that I feel like a can of warm soda that's been vigorously shaken. I want to bounce around like popcorn but all I can manage is to count silently to one hundred before I lift my head slowly so I won't see stars.

Rei offers me his hand. "Want some help?"

"No, thanks, I'm good." I push against my desk and stretch, arch my neck and my back until I'm staring at the stained, pockmarked ceiling tiles. "Thanks for waiting for me."

"Sure." Rei glances at the clock. "Take your time. We've got lunch next anyway."

"Okay." Both my feet have fallen asleep while I was gone, and I have to stomp the remaining pins and needles out of them before I dare try standing. Rei is so used to all my little quirks and quagmires that he doesn't even bother to ask.

One, two, three ... okay, I'm up. I let go of the desk tentatively, one hand at a time.

"So, magical, mystical Auracle girl," he picks up my backpack off the floor and slings it over his own shoulder. "What color am I today?"

Rei bestowed this dorky nickname on me a few years ago when I told him that not only could I see the colors of his aura when I was out of my body, but they also changed according to his mood.

"You are ... powdered lemonade yellow."

"And is that good?"

"Not really."

"Ha! I didn't think so. And how was your volcano?"

I can't hide my foolish grin. "It was amazing! It was ... what's better than amazing? It was incredible! It was ..."

As I struggle for just the right adjective, I see that slow, wide smile appear on Rei's face, the one I've known for nearly seventeen years. He reaches over and lightly squeezes the back of my neck, his signature sign of affection for me. "Tell me on the way to lunch."

I am forgiven.


The cafeteria reeks of overcooked broccoli, and even Rei wrinkles his nose. Seating is scarce since we're so late, but Rei's best guy friend, Seth Murphy, is sitting at our usual table. His dust-colored backpack holds a seat for Rei on his left, and his big, grungy sneakers are propped up on the bench across from him, holding my place.

"Want me to go through the line with you?" Rei asks.

"No, thanks. I'm good."

"Yeah?" He rests his hand on top of my head and points out the obvious.

"You're still shaking."

"I'm not shaking," I say as I step into line. "I'm converting."

"Converting!" Rei grins down at me. "To what?"

I poke him with my elbow. "You're the one who told me energy can't be destroyed; it can only be converted, so quit laughing at me and go eat. Seth looks lonely."

"He's fine. Do you have lunch money?"

I bounce on my toes and flex my fingers. "Yes, your mom paid me last Saturday."

Rei's parents own a health food store down on Main Street, and Rei's mom, Yumi, also offers yoga classes and Reiki, which is a hands-on healing technique. Yumi has a room set aside where I babysit the little kids while their mothers take yoga classes.

"Yeah, but did your mom give you any lunch money?" Rei asks as he hitches my backpack up higher on his shoulder.

"I have lunch money," I assure him. "Go sit. I'll be right there."

I read through today's menu: cream of tomato soup, garden salad, that foul-smelling broccoli comes with mashed potatoes and meatloaf. Nothing exciting. There's always the infamous Byers High Mystery Meat Sub, which is tempting, but Seth will just steal the salami out of it. Even though we're late, the line is still pretty long, which is good. It gives me time to settle into myself a little more. I bounce some more, roll my shoulders, jiggle my arms, and generally annoy the people standing close to me. By the time I help myself to a salad, garlic bread, and a bottle of water, though, I feel good. In fact, I feel great! I hand the lunch lady a five-dollar bill and stuff the change in my back pocket.

I emerge from the cafeteria line with my tray balanced high on one hand like a seasoned waitress, except now I have to sidestep Jason Trent, a senior football jock who reminds me of a Yeti. He stands right smack in the middle of the exit, why, I don't know and I doubt he does either. Of course, just as I walk by him, he decides to move and bumps into me, nearly knocking the tray off my hand. I steady the tray just before it tumbles, but the water falls over the side. I am so pumped with volcano mojo that I manage to hang onto the tray and grab the bottle just before it hits the floor.

Jason glances down and has the audacity to wink at me. What a creep! I let a tiny hiss of steam escape as I stand, then hurry off to Rei and Seth's table.

I put my tray down and sit, one foot curled up underneath me to give me a height advantage.

Rei reaches over and spears a cherry tomato out of my salad with his fork since he knows I don't like them. "Arigato."

"You're welcome. Here, take this one, too."

"Okay. Hey, did I just see Jason Trent wink at you?" Rei sounds amused.

I am not. "I don't know, did you?" I shrug. "He must have had something stuck in his eye."

"Trent is a tool," Seth says as he helps himself to my garlic bread and takes a huge bite out of it before I can object.

"I was going to eat that," I tell him.

Seth sticks out his tongue and makes a big production of licking the entire top of my garlic bread before he offers it back to me. "Here you go."

"You're disgusting."

"Mmm," he takes another bite.

Rei doesn't even bother to referee. Instead, he roots through his backpack and pulls out an orange, then a slightly bruised Granny Smith apple. "I have extra fruit if you want some," he tells me as if this is something new and he doesn't bring extra fruit with him every day. He sets them on the table in front of me.

I reach for the apple, but Rei intercepts my hand with his. Crud. He pushes the sleeve of my black hoodie up slightly and measures his thumb against a bruise on my wrist before he lets go of my hand.

"Where'd that come from?" he asks casually.

"I whacked it on the dishwasher last night." Really. I did. We stare each other down until he's convinced I'm telling the truth.

"You know, if you'd get a little more vitamin C, you wouldn't bruise so easily," he says. "I wish you liked oranges."

"I like clementines better. They're easier to peel."

Rei glances at my chewed up fingernails, then rolls the apple toward me, along with a conceding smile. "Did you at least have juice with breakfast this morning?"

Did I even eat breakfast this morning? My mom was getting ready to leave for an overnight real estate convention, so things were kind of hectic. I think I ate some Froot Loops. Rei pokes his thumb through the rind of his orange, and the sweet citrus scent fills the air.

"I'm working today," Seth announces randomly through a mouthful of the pizza he's now eating.

"So you can't run with me?" Rei doesn't look up from peeling his orange, but I can tell he's disappointed.

"Nah, I need gas money and Remy offered me hours."

Seth works at Remy's Garage up on Main Street after school a few days a week doing stuff like changing oil and tires. It's a good job for Seth, who doesn't care if his hands get dirty and who'd rather tinker with cars than study.

Rei doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, either, as long as they don't stay dirty. And unlike Seth and me, Rei enjoys learning from books. He's a naturally smart guy who is in almost all advanced placement classes and who is consistently ranked in the top three students in our junior class. I don't envy him for that.


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