Bad Connection (Secret Life of Samantha McGregor Series)

Bad Connection (Secret Life of Samantha McGregor Series)

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by Melody Carlson

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Meet Samantha McGregor

She seems like your average teen, but Samantha is unusually gifted. God gives her visions and dreams that offer unconventional glimpses into other people’s lives and problems. It’s a powerful gift with a lot of responsibility…

Bad Connection: Book One

Kayla Henderson lives on the edge. She likes


Meet Samantha McGregor

She seems like your average teen, but Samantha is unusually gifted. God gives her visions and dreams that offer unconventional glimpses into other people’s lives and problems. It’s a powerful gift with a lot of responsibility…

Bad Connection: Book One

Kayla Henderson lives on the edge. She likes to break the rules, considers partying an extracurricular activity, and can’t stand her parents. So, most people aren’t surprised when she goes missing. Like everyone else, Samantha McGregor assumes Kayla has run away. But then she has a vision where Kayla is tied up with duct tape over her mouth. Freaked by the image, Samantha wonders, Is Kayla alive or dead? Was the vision real or just a silly dream? Most important, can Kayla be found before it’s too late?

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“The secular world has become very interested in ‘supernatural’ gifts. Take, for example, shows like Joan of Arcadia , The Medium, Monk, and Dead Zone . Yet it’s God who gives every good and perfect gift. My guess is that we humans barely tap into the vast variety of gifts that He has to offer. Not only that, but our fast-paced, high-tech culture rarely relies on those good ‘old-fashioned’ character traits like insight, intuition, wisdom, and foresight. My hope is that this series will provide a fun way for teens to explore deeper levels of spirituality and creativity while inspiring them to a greater love for God.”
— Melody Carlson

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The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
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Secret Life of Samantha McGregor Series
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5.17(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.67(d)
Age Range:
13 - 17 Years

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Bad Connection

By Melody Carlson

Multnomah Books

Copyright © 2006 Melody Carlson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781590526927

Chapter One
The wipers slap furiously, whipping back and forth like wild things, but the windshield remains a murky puddle before my eyes. I lean forward and push my chest against the steering wheel as I try to see what’s ahead. The curving road is pitch-black—dark and shiny—and the blindingly bright headlights of the vehicle tailgating me don’t help.
Why did I take this road? And why am I driving so late at night? I adjust my rearview mirror to subdue the lights, and then I step on the gas in an attempt to outrun the impatient jerk. Or maybe I should just pull over. But where?
Just when I think I’ve lost my tailgater, a truck barrels down the road toward me, its lights glaring straight into my already compromised vision. The wimpy wipers don’t help
at all, and I can barely see as I start to brake because it looks like the truck has crossed the centerline into my lane. It feels like he’s hurtling straight toward me—a headon
about to happen!
I jerk the steering wheel to the right and swerve off the road, hitting the gravel shoulder at about fifty miles an hour and totally out of control. Then in the same split second, certain that my car is about to dive into the steep ditch and roll, I crank my steering wheel back to the left and careen across both lanes of the highway, crashing straight through the end of the guardrail, almost as if it’s not even there.
There’s this moment of eerie silence as my car, free of gravity, plunges into thin air and total darkness. But when it lands, it’s like an explosion. And the jolt to my body is shocking then numbing. I can’t breathe. It feels as if someone has a pillow over my face, and my chest and head ache from the impact. Something cold and wet creeps up my legs like the fingers of death. I try to kick whatever it is away, but my legs are pinned to the seat, unable to move.
I free my arms in an attempt to fight off this thing that’s suffocating me, but it seems to deflate just as quickly as it came—the airbag. I peer through my shattered windshield. My left headlight illuminates what appears to be water running swiftly all around me. And I remember, yes, the Willamette River runs along this stretch of country road.
My car’s not fully submerged in the river yet, although the front end is partially in the water. But I feel the car shift, as if the wheels aren’t on solid ground. I force the gear into reverse, hoping that I can back up, but the movement makes the car lurch forward. I prepare myself to be swallowed by the river. Stuck in this car, my death trap. How long does it take a vehicle to sink? How long does it take to drown?
A new rush of adrenaline hits me. I’m not ready to give up. I push the button for the electric windows, but they don’t budge. I attempt to force open the door, but it’s stuck tight. Even if I got it open, I can’t free my legs from whatever pins them down.
The water’s up to my waist now and numbingly cold. Or have I lost all feeling in the lower half of my body? I’m not sure if it’s the dashboard pressed down against my thighs. Or maybe it’s the engine. I don’t know. But I know that I’m trapped.
It seems almost silly, but it’s as if time stands still, and I begin to analyze how I got to this place. I made a bad decision tonight. I didn’t have to take this road. But don’t we all make bad decisions sometimes? Why this? Why me? Why now?
I look up and catch my reflection in the cockeyed rearview mirror. But it’s not my face I see. I blink then stare back into the mirror. Who is this woman staring back at me? At first she seems old, maybe fortysomething, and then she seems young, like my age. Finally I realize that it’s not me at all—it’s my friend Kayla Henderson. Her blond hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and her dark brown eyes are full of fear with tears streaming down her cheeks. An image of pure terror and desperation.
And that’s when I wake up.
My heart still pounds frantically as I sit up in my bed and look around, making sure that I’m still in my own room, safe and warm and dry. I wiggle my toes. Just fine. Nothing to be afraid of. It was only a dream…just a dream. But an unusual dream. What does it mean?
I glance at the clock. It’s 5:31 and too early to get up. But going back to sleep seems unlikely too. So I turn on the light by my bed and, out of habit, reach for my Bible, opening it to a very familiar section marked with a red ribbon.
Oh, I know these words already. My dad was the first one to read this portion of Scripture to me, back when I had my first unusual dream. And it was Dad who encouraged me to memorize this Scripture as well as others. “Write them in your heart,” he’d said. My dad seemed to be the one person who really got me back then, back when this whole thing seemed to start up. But it comforted me to know that he seemed to understand and even respect what he called my “gift.”
So I read this Scripture now, hearing the words almost as if Dad were here right beside me, quietly whispering them to me.
And ye shall know that I am in the midst of Israel, and that I am the LORD your God,
and none else: and my people shall never be ashamed. And it shall come to pass
afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your
daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall
see visions: And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will
I pour out my spirit. (Joel 2:27–29, KJV)
“That’s exactly what God is doing in you, Samantha,” Dad told me the first time I proudly recited this Scripture.
“What do you mean?” I asked, although I felt fairly sure that I knew.
 “God’s pouring out His Spirit on you. Giving you visions and dreams.”
“But why? Why did God pick me?”
Dad just smiled. “He must’ve known that you have the right kind of heart, honey. And He designed you in such a way that you could handle something of this magnitude. Just trust Him.”
I close my Bible as well as my eyes, trying to remember the details of the dream that just interrupted my sleep. Why does it seem unusual? Was it supposed to mean something?
Some kind of message? Was it really from God?
I get out of bed and walk back and forth in my room, running over the events of the dream, trying to sort it out, to discern whether it’s something to be dismissed or something I should pay attention to. I mean, sometimes I have dreams that are simply dreams. Other times…well, those are different.
Obviously my dream involved a car wreck. It was nighttime, and the car went into the Willamette River. And it seemed like Kayla Henderson was involved. Is it possible that Kayla was driving? That she’s been involved in a real accident? That could explain why she’s been missing these past few days. Maybe her car is sitting on the bottom of the
river right now. Or maybe I’m just blowing this all out of proportion. Sometimes I wonder why God can’t just get a loudspeaker or a TV series or a big billboard that would grab everyone’s attention and just make Himself perfectly clear.
Yet even as I try to make light of this, the chilling thought of poor Kayla being the victim of a horrible accident, sitting pinned in a car at the bottom of a river, sends a serious shiver down my spine. I pull on my sweatshirt, stick my feet into my UGGs, and go out to the kitchen, where I turn on the lights and start to make a pot of coffee.
My mom always appreciates it when I do this, not that I do it too often, but I nearly drop the glass coffee carafe when I hear the deep sound of a man’s voice talking behind me. I almost think that it’s God. But I turn to see that it’s only the TV.
Sometimes when my mom’s feeling extra stressed, she’ll set it to turn on at six in the morning. She calls it her “gentle” alarm clock. Although the tone of this dude’s voice feels anything but gentle. Still, he’s got my attention, and I stand there holding the half-filled coffee carafe as I listen.
“Breaking news near Fremont early this morning,” he says in an urgent voice. “Forty-six-year-old Cindy James lost control of her Nissan on wet roads, crashing through the guardrail and plummeting thirty feet into the Willamette River shortly before midnight last night. The accident occurred just five miles south of Fremont. Fortunately for Ms. James, two other drivers witnessed the wreck and immediately called 911. Gary Forsythe of Gresham and Hank Burns of eastern Washington scaled the steep riverbank to see the car partially submerged in the turbulent waters. Swift-thinking Burns then managed to return to his truck to get a chain and a rope, which the two men were able to secure to a nearby tree and her bumper, preventing the small car from being completely submerged and swept away by the current.”
As he describes the wreck, some footage is being shown, and it seems very similar to how it was in my dream. Although the perspective is different. And there’s another thing. Instead of Kayla Henderson in the driver’s seat, it seems it was this Cindy James person. They show a photo of someone I’ve never seen before. Or maybe it’s the person I got a glimpse of just before I saw Kayla.
But now I question whether I really did see Kayla. Maybe I just imagined it was her because I’ve felt so concerned about her these past couple of days. Or maybe I just got a bad connection. I’m not sure. But I guess I’m relieved that it’s not my friend in the wreck. And I’m relieved that Cindy James seems to be doing okay too.
“Ms. James suffered a broken collar bone and several fractured ribs, but after emergency crews used the Jaws of Life to extract her from the crushed car, she was transported to Fremont General Hospital and is said to be in good condition.”
I stand there for a few more minutes as they hit other news highlights that don’t mean much to me, and they finally move on to the weather outlook for the rest of the week. But as I continue making coffee, I have to wonder why I had that dream. I mean, it seems that Cindy James’s situation was under control. It’s not like she needed my help. And it obviously had nothing to do with Kayla. So I gotta wonder, why would God use my “gift” to disrupt a perfectly good night’s sleep with something that really has
nothing to do with me? I don’t get it.
I suppose I’m sort of distracted by all this as I plod through my morning routines—getting dressed, eating some breakfast, riding to school with my best friend, Olivia.
But it’s not until we’re on our way to PE, which is fourth period and right before lunch, that Olivia confronts me.
“You seem kinda moody today. Everything okay, Sam?”
“Yeah.” I shrug, trying to brush it off. No reason to burden her with my little problem, which isn’t really a problem. It’s more like an irritation.
But then after PE, as we’re all getting dressed in the locker room, the conversation, once again, becomes focused on Kayla Henderson. She’s been the hot topic among the girls for the past few days—everyone seems to be speculating on where she is right now. And naturally, especially after this morning’s dream, I am easily pulled in.
“Everyone knows that Kayla is a tramp,” says Emma Piscolli in a very superior-sounding voice.
“That’s a little harsh,” I say as I button my jeans.
“She’s slept with half the guys in school,” continues Emma.
In moments like this, it’s hard to believe that Emma actually used to be one of Kayla’s best friends. But then there was that big fight over Parker Davis last spring. I guess love triangles leave everyone wounded.
“You know this for a fact, Emma?” demands Olivia.
“Do you have a tracking device or a monitor on her or something?”
I try to laugh, hoping it might lighten things up. “Yeah, and if you do, can you tell us where she’s at right now?”
 “Or who she’s with?” adds Brittany Fallows.
Emma pulls her T-shirt over her head then puts both hands on her hips. “I can make a pretty good guess.”
“What?” asks Brittany.
“I think Kayla has run off to get married.”
Naturally, this makes us all laugh.
“I’m not kidding.”
“Yeah, right.” Olivia rolls her eyes. “Like who gets married while they’re still in high school? Tell us another one, Emma.”
“I’m serious.” Emma looks at me now. “Don’t you remember that guy Kayla told us about not that long ago? The one she met last summer?”
“Oh yeah,” I say as I recall about a month back when Kayla and Emma and I worked to set up the photo exhibit for the Fall Art Fair. “She did tell us about this really cool guy she met while she was visiting her aunt in San Diego. Saying how great looking he was and how he was really into her.” Okay, I don’t admit that I hadn’t totally believed
Kayla at the time, how I thought maybe she was making the whole thing up for Emma’s benefit since I suspected she was still hurting over the breakup with Parker Davis.
Emma nods. “And I happen to know she’d been e-mailing this guy regularly.”
“An online romance?” asks Brittany.
“Yeah.” Emma picks up her bag and slings a strap over her shoulder. “And I think that’s where Kayla is right now.”
“Okay, even if Kayla was having an online romance, what makes you think she’d want to get married?” I ask in a slightly cynical tone. “That’s so totally ridiculous.”
 “Yeah,” says Olivia. “It’s crazy, Emma.”
“How many girls do you know who get married at our age?” I point out as I zip my boot.
“Not unless they’re insane or rednecks…” says Brittany.
“Or pregnant.” Emma’s brows arch with suspicion.
“An online pregnancy,” says Olivia. “Now that’s a new one for the medical journals.”
“I didn’t say she was pregnant,” retorts Emma.
“No,” I toss back at her. “Just that she’s getting married.”
“Hey, it’s just a guess.”
“A stupid guess.” Olivia looks at me. “Ready to go to lunch, Sam?”
We tell the others good-bye and head out of the stuffy locker room.
“Can you believe Emma?” Olivia says as we head down the hall toward the cafeteria. “I know Kayla has her problems…” Olivia sighs. “And I guess it’s true that she’s gotten a little wild this past year. But running away to get married? It seems pretty far-fetched to me.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to believe.” But as we get in the lunch line, I’m thinking that it’s also hard to believe how much Kayla has changed since middle school, back when we were still good friends and Kayla was more into soccer than guys. But we all grow up and change. Even so, it makes me sad. And I’m still trying to figure out why she made that sudden appearance in my dream. Is God trying to tell me something?
“Do you think anything really happened to her?” Olivia glances at me as she fills her cup with ice.
I shrug as I pick up a drink cup. I tell Olivia a lot of things, but I’m just not ready to tell her about this. Not that I have anything to tell. Not really.
“I mean, have you gotten any feelings about her?” she asks in a hushed tone, I’m sure so that no one will hear.
Olivia knows about the few “unusual experiences” I’ve had in the past. Although, up until this morning, I haven’t had anything happen to me for almost a year now. I actually
hoped that it was all over. That God had moved on, picked someone else… I guess I was wrong.
“Not really,” I say lightly. “Not anything that means anything. Of course, I’m worried about her, and I’ve been praying for her. But that’s pretty much where it ends.” Okay, I’d probably say more, but there are too many listening ears right now.
“It’s just so weird. I really thought she’d be back by now.” “How long has she been gone?” I ask.
“Well, I heard her mom on the news last night. She hadn’t seen Kayla since Saturday. And it’s Wednesday today.”
“It really doesn’t sound good.” I pick up a tuna sandwich and set it on my tray. “And I know things aren’t too cool at her house—they haven’t been for the past couple of years, ever since her parents split up. I guess I just figured maybe Kayla ran away to stay at a friend’s house, you know, to just lay low for a while. Maybe she thought it would get her mom’s attention.”
“What friend though?”
“I know…”
“Well, it has gotten her mom’s attention. Did you see the news last night? She was really crying and falling apart.”
I shake my head. “I missed that.”
“It’s just so weird.”
“Yeah. Pretty weird.” Okay, that’s an understatement.
The truth is, I can’t think of Kayla today without feeling seriously worried.
Where is she?


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Meet the Author

Melody Carlson has published more than one hundred books for children, teens, and adults—with sales totaling more than two million and many titles appearing on the ECPA Bestseller’s List. Several of her books have been finalists for and winners of various writing awards. Her Diary of a Teenage Girl series has received great reviews and a large box of fan mail. Melody has two grown sons and lives in Central Oregon with her husband. They enjoy skiing, hiking, gardening, camping, and biking in the beautiful Cascade Mountains.

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Bad Connection (Secret Life of Samantha McGregor Series) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Alot of god stuff. Feels like they are trying to convert you.
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I loved it!!
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The book I am reviewing is Bad Connection by Melody Carlson. I thought Bad Connection was a really interesting book. The book was about a girl named Samantha. She gets "visions" from god that tells her about her lost friend Kayla. Kayla left her home willingly but then she got kidnapped when she got to where she wanted to be. Samantha has visions about her friend through out the whole story. Some of them show where she is, who she is with, and what is happening to her. Samantha decides to go to the police and tell them about her visions and to see if she can help find her friend. She starts working with a police officer named Ebony. The two girls work on the case and find her friend Kayla. I relate to Samantha more than I do anyone else in the story because Sam loses her dad and I have lost mine. I would do the same things Samantha did in the story even if I did not have vision. I still would want to work with the police to find Kayla. I think Samantha did the right thing by going to the police. My favorite part in the book was when Samantha had her first vision. That is my favorite part because she doesn't know what to think about them and she is really confused. She tells her friend Olivia everything but she doesn't know how to tell her mother. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes to feel like they are in the story and if they like to read about god and crimes. I really like this book. I thought it was one of the best books I have ever read.
Haley Milby More than 1 year ago
i read this book in less than a week and i loved it!!!! must read!
Oliver Kids More than 1 year ago
this series is sooooooo good! you wont wanna put the book dowm for real!!! its full of never can tell how things will end up. its humorus and God is put in it so perfectly and ner faith nd relationship with God can be a real testimony to teens! THIS IS A MUST READ FOR ALL!!! lol i even ot my brother reading the this book!!!!! A+ to Melody Carlson!!!!!!
KLBCHOICES More than 1 year ago
Samantha McGregor is a teenage (sixteen, soon to be seventeen) Christian who has dreams and visions given to her by God. Her father understood her gift and tried to help her understand it, but now he's gone; the parent who took her gift seriously died when she was twelve. Her mother isn't comfortable with this gift from God. In fact, she's not sure Samantha's ability to see visions is something God has anything to do with. Is Samantha weird or crazy or simply a vessel God is using? There was quite a bit I liked about Samantha: She wasn't ashamed to carry her Bible to school and she even pulled it out of her backpack, opened it and read from it not caring what anyone thought. She did not hesitate to go to God in prayer when she needed help or someone else needed help or she had questions. She had no problem praying in front of peers who weren't Christians. Even though she wasn't sure she wanted this gift that she wasn't always sure how to use, she cared more about what her heavenly Father wanted. And finding a boyfriend wasn't her main focus. It was nice to see teen characters praying with and for each other and the author did a good job showing the life of a young Christian learning how to develop her spiritual gift and how to trust God whenever she began to have doubts. There was something that disappointed me. Like other Christian novels I have read, this one contradicts God's Word at one point: On page 36 is the sentence - Kayla actually used to be a Christian. There is no "used to be" in Christianity... And do not bring sorrow to God's Holy Spirit by the way you live. Remember, He has identified you as His own, guaranteeing that you will be saved on the day of redemption (Ephesians 4:30 New Living Translation). Once saved, always saved. A Christian's salvation is eternally secure. They may backslide or become stagnant in their spiritual growth or let distractions get in the way and start retreating instead of advancing in their Christian walk or whatever and I'm thinking God isn't pleased when this happens, but if they confessed with their mouths that Jesus is Lord and believed in their hearts that Jesus died on the cross for their sins and was raised from the dead, they are Christians and will always be. Chapter one was fast-paced and I was eager to find out what was going to happen next but then things slowed down here and there. The story grabbed me more in some places than others so this book wasn't the page-turner I expected it to be but it was a good read and I do plan to read the remaining books in the series.
Kylie2012 More than 1 year ago
Bad Connection by Melody Carlson is about a typical teenage girl with a mysterious twist on her life. Samantha McGregor lives in a small town and is in the eleventh grade. After the passing away of her father, the community sheriff, she now lives with her workaholic mother and drug dealing older brother. Instead of dealing with her emotions of everything going wrong in her life in a negative way, she turns to god. As if everything hasn't gone wrong already, her friend from school, Kayla, disappears randomly. Since her disappearance, Samantha begins getting visions that she thinks are clues to finding her missing friend. She gets in touch with one of her fathers old sheriff partners and begins using her visions in hopes of one day finding Kayla. I would recommend this book too any teenage girl who likes reading mysterys. Not only is this novel a mystery, it also deals with the everyday dramatic life of a not so average teenager. Bad Connection shows that one really does not know what someone else is truly going through until they get to know that person. The author, Melody Carlson, shows how a busy teenage girl who thinks she has a problem because of her visions, can end up saving someones life. I really enjoyed reading this novel because it made me realize that spiritual gifts arent weird, they can really be used to help someone else. This novel was also easy to connect with cause it brought real life problems to the surface.
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I loved this book. Mainly because of the heroine, Samantha, is a great role model. Definitely read this book:)
Novel_Teen_Book_Reviews More than 1 year ago
Review by Gigi Hoffman

Bad Connection, the first book in Melody Carlson¿s Samantha McGregor series, is an intriguing read. It¿s different than most books out there but one of the best I¿ve read.

Samantha McGregor is a regular teenage girl, with a pretty extraordinary spiritual gift. She has the ability to receive dreams and visions from God.

Everything starts off when Samantha has a dream about her friend, Kayla, who has been absent from school for several days. When Kayla officially becomes missing, it¿s discovered that she ran off to be with her internet boyfriend. But as Samantha has more visions and dreams of Kayla, she becomes frightened for Kayla¿s life. Samantha doesn¿t know where to turn¿her mom is uncomfortable with the topic, her older brother is out doing who knows what, and her best friend, although she knows about Samantha¿s gift, can only do so much. Samantha¿s dad, the person who really believed in and supported her gift, was a police officer who died on the line of duty several years earlier. With nowhere else to turn, Samantha goes to Ebony, a police detective, and her father¿s former work partner. Ebony is a strong Christian and believes Samantha¿s visions. And when Samantha¿s visions about another girl come up true, Ebony enlists Samantha to help find Kayla before it¿s too late.

The novel is part suspense, part regular teen stuff, but one-hundred percent fantastic. Carlson takes a touchy topic and spins it in a realistic, God-honoring way. A great novel for all.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am 12 and I am also a picky reader but this book is the best book I have ever read!I did it for a book report and I ended up hunting for the rest of the series!Not only is it inspirational,but it's plot was flawless,and it always kept me wondering!My friends all want to borrow this book from me,and one of them even picked it up for herself!This book is addicting and I am picking up the rest of the series ASAP!I recomend this book,and the rest of the series to anyone looking for a book that's going to send a chill down your spine.I loved the cliffhanger at the end too!Keep them coming Melody Carlson!Amazing Job!
Guest More than 1 year ago
okay so im 15 and not a fast reader at all but my friend told me ot read this book and its been less than a week and just last night i read 8 chapters. This is the best book i've read in a long time and it keeps me on track spiritually because it keeps me thinking about if this were to happen to one of my friends so i continue to pray for them even more. Even if you don't liiekt o read much i would at least pick this up and give it a shot because once you read the first page...Your hooked.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book. Samantha is such a great role-modle.I also love how quick she was to tell everyone that she was not a medium, and that her gift was from God.I read this book in one day. I don't think I ever put it down the whole time I read it. I would tottaly recomend this book to any-one who loves detective mysteries.Keep them coming Melody Carlson!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Samantha McGregor is an amazing teen, christian, and she has the coolest and most disturbing visions. She gets them from God, and any inspirting Christian who needs a good read should check this out.
Deborah_K More than 1 year ago
First things first. This is not a Christian version of 'Medium.' Yes Samantha can see supernatural visions of the present and glimpses of the future. But she is very quick to defend that this is as a spiritual gift from God. I really enjoyed this book. It's a unique type of teen fiction and Melody Carlson handles it superbly. The storyline was excellent. I didn't know what was going to happen and was really awed by the twists and turns throughout the book. I liked how you have would the plot dealing with Kara and Sam's visions but also have Sam living a normal teen life. Sam is not portrayed as a someone who tries to flaunt her powers, instead she only wants to help out others. At times it'd be creepy seeing what she saw. I have no idea what I would do if something like this ever happened to me. She also acts very mature for her age in dealing with the police. The situation that Kara eventually found herself in, unfortunately, is all too real and there are many girls that have fallen prey to men like that. A good precautionary lesson mentioned there. I would highly recommend this book for teens. Melody Carlson has proved again that when it comes to teen fiction, she is the best author.