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Lena Duchannes is unlike anyone the small Southern town of
Ethan Wate, who has been counting the months until he can escape from Gatlin, is ...
Lena Duchannes is unlike anyone the small Southern town of
Ethan Wate, who has been counting the months until he can escape from Gatlin, is haunted by dreams of a beautiful girl he has never met. When
In a town with no surprises, one secret could change everything.
"Gorgeously crafted, atmospheric, and original." - Melissa Marr, NYT bestselling author of Wicked Lovely
"A lush Southern gothic." - Holly Black, NYT bestselling author of Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale
"A hauntingly delicious dark fantasy." - Cassandra Clare, NYT bestselling author of City of Bones
"A potent mix of the gothic, the mythic, and the magical...With original characters, complex world building, and crackling prose, this is masterful storytelling." - Deborah Harkness, #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Discovery of Witches on the Beautiful Creatures novels
"Like a thick, hot Carolina summer, this story seeps into you until it's all you can think about." - Carrie Ryan, NYT bestselling author of The Forest of Hands and Teeth
Praise for Beautiful Creatures:
"This book has it all: a creepy setting, a deadly curse, reincarnation, spells, witchcraft and voodoo, plus characters that simply will not let the reader put the book down until finished...Who could ask for more? A sequel? Please!" - VOYA
"In the Gothic tradition of Anne Rice...Give this to fans of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight or HBO's "True Blood" series." - School Library Journal
"[Readers] will be swept up by the haunting and detailed atmosphere, the conventions and strictures of Southern life, and a compelling and dimensional mythology." - Publishers Weekly
"Smart, textured and romantic." - Kirkus Reviews
The Middle of Nowhere
There were only two kinds of people in our town. "The stupid and the stuck," my father had affectionately classified our neighbors. "The ones who are bound to stay or too dumb to go. Everyone else finds a way out." There was no question which one he was, but I'd never had the courage to ask why. My father was a writer, and we lived in Gatlin, South Carolina, because the Wates always had, since my great-great-great-great-granddad, Ellis Wate, fought and died on the other side of the Santee River during the Civil War.
Only folks down here didn't call it the Civil War. Everyone under the age of sixty called it the War Between the States, while everyone over sixty called it the War of Northern Aggression, as if somehow the North had baited the South into war over a bad bale of cotton. Everyone, that is, except my family. We called it the Civil War.
Just another reason I couldn't wait to get out of here.
Gatlin wasn't like the small towns you saw in the movies, unless it was a movie from about fifty years ago. We were too far from Charleston to have a Starbucks or a McDonald's. All we had was a Dar-ee Keen, since the Gentrys were too cheap to buy all new letters when they bought the Dairy King. The library still had a card catalog, the high school still had chalkboards, and our community pool was Lake Moultrie, warm brown water and all. You could see a movie at the Cineplex about the same time it came out on DVD, but you had to hitch a ride over to Summerville, by the community college. The shops were on Main, the good houses were on River, and everyone else lived south of Route 9, where the pavement disintegrated into chunky concrete stubble-terrible for walking, but perfect for throwing at angry possums, the meanest animals alive. You never saw that in the movies.
Gatlin wasn't a complicated place; Gatlin was Gatlin. The neighbors kept watch from their porches in the unbearable heat, sweltering in plain sight. But there was no point. Nothing ever changed. Tomorrow would be the first day of school, my sophomore year at Stonewall Jackson High, and I already knew everything that was going to happen-where I would sit, who I would talk to, the jokes, the girls, who would park where.
There were no surprises in Gatlin County. We were pretty much the epicenter of the middle of nowhere.
At least, that's what I thought, when I closed my battered copy of Slaughterhouse-Five, clicked off my iPod, and turned out the light on the last night of summer.
Turns out, I couldn't have been more wrong.
There was a curse.
There was a girl.
And in the end, there was a grave.
I never even saw it coming.
I was free falling, tumbling through the air.
She called to me, and just the sound of her voice made my heart race.
She was falling, too. I stretched out my arm, trying to catch her. I reached out, but all I caught was air. There was no ground beneath my feet, and I was clawing at mud. We touched fingertips and I saw green sparks in the darkness.
Then she slipped through my fingers, and all I could feel was loss.
Lemons and rosemary. I could smell her, even then.
But I couldn't catch her.
And I couldn't live without her.
* * *
I sat up with a jerk, trying to catch my breath.
"Ethan Wate! Wake up! I won't have you bein' late on the first day a school." I could hear Amma's voice calling from downstairs.
My eyes focused on a patch of dim light in the darkness. I could hear the distant drum of the rain against our old plantation shutters. It must be raining. It must be morning. I must be in my room.
My room was hot and damp, from the rain. Why was my window open?
My head was throbbing. I fell back down on the bed, and the dream receded as it always did. I was safe in my room, in our ancient house, in the same creaking mahogany bed where six generations of Wates had probably slept before me, where people didn't fall through black holes made of mud, and nothing ever actually happened.
I stared up at my plaster ceiling, painted the color of the sky to keep the carpenter bees from nesting. What was wrong with me?
I'd been having the dream for months now. Even though I couldn't remember all of it, the part I remembered was always the same. The girl was falling. I was falling. I had to hold on, but I couldn't. If I let go, something terrible would happen to her. But that's the thing. I couldn't let go. I couldn't lose her. It was like I was in love with her, even though I didn't know her. Kind of like love before first sight.
Which seemed crazy because she was just a girl in a dream. I didn't even know what she looked like. I had been having the dream for months, but in all that time I had never seen her face, or I couldn't remember it. All I knew was that I had the same sick feeling inside every time I lost her. She slipped through my fingers, and my stomach dropped right out of me-the way you feel when you're on a roller coaster and the car takes a big drop.
Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
Maybe I was losing it, or maybe I just needed a shower. My earphones were still around my neck, and when I glanced down at my iPod, I saw a song I didn't recognize.
What was that? I clicked on it. The melody was haunting. I couldn't place the voice, but I felt like I'd heard it before.
Sixteen moons, sixteen years Sixteen of your deepest fears Sixteen times you dreamed my tears Falling, falling through the years ...
It was moody, creepy-almost hypnotic.
"Ethan Lawson Wate!" I could hear Amma calling up over the music.
I switched it off and sat up in bed, yanking back the covers. My sheets felt like they were full of sand, but I knew better.
It was dirt. And my fingernails were caked with black mud, just like the last time I had the dream.
I crumpled up the sheet, pushing it down in the hamper under yesterday's sweaty practice jersey. I got in the shower and tried to forget about it as I scrubbed my hands, and the last black bits of my dream disappeared down the drain. If I didn't think about it, it wasn't happening. That was my approach to most things the past few months.
But not when it came to her. I couldn't help it. I always thought about her. I kept coming back to that same dream, even though I couldn't explain it. So that was my secret, all there was to tell. I was sixteen years old, I was falling in love with a girl who didn't exist, and I was slowly losing my mind.
No matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't get my heart to stop pounding. And over the smell of the Ivory soap and the Stop & Shop shampoo, I could still smell it. Just barely, but I knew it was there.
Lemons and rosemary.
I came downstairs to the reassuring sameness of everything. At the breakfast table, Amma slid the same old blue and white china plate-Dragonware, my mom had called it-of fried eggs, bacon, buttered toast, and grits in front of me. Amma was our housekeeper, more like my grandmother, except she was smarter and more ornery than my real grandmother. Amma had practically raised me, and she felt it was her personal mission to grow me another foot or so, even though I was already 6'2". This morning I was strangely starving, like I hadn't eaten in a week. I shoveled an egg and two pieces of bacon off my plate, feeling better already. I grinned at her with my mouth full.
"Don't hold out on me, Amma. It's the first day of school." She slammed a giant glass of OJ and a bigger one of milk-whole milk, the only kind we drink around here-in front of me.
"We out of chocolate milk?" I drank chocolate milk the way some people drank Coke or coffee. Even in the morning, I was always looking for my next sugar fix.
"A. C. C. L. I. M. A. T. E." Amma had a crossword for everything, the bigger the better, and liked to use them. The way she spelled the words out on you letter by letter, it felt like she was paddling you in the head, every time. "As in, get used to it. And don't you think about settin' one foot out that door till you drink the milk I gave you."
"I see you dressed up." I hadn't. I was wearing jeans and a faded T-shirt, like I did most days. They all said different things; today it was Harley Davidson. And the same black Chuck Taylors I'd had going on three years now.
"I thought you were gonna cut that hair." She said it like a scolding, but I recognized it for what it really was: plain old affection.
"When did I say that?"
"Don't you know the eyes are the windows to the soul?"
"Maybe I don't want anyone to have a window into mine."
Amma punished me with another plate of bacon. She was barely five feet tall and probably even older than the Dragonware, though every birthday she insisted she was turning fifty-three. But Amma was anything but a mild-mannered old lady. She was the absolute authority in my house.
"Well, don't think you're goin' out in this weather with wet hair. I don't like how this storm feels. Like somethin' bad's been kicked up into the wind, and there's no stoppin' a day like that. It has a will a its own."
I rolled my eyes. Amma had her own way of thinking about things. When she was in one of these moods, my mom used to call it going dark-religion and superstition all mixed up, like it can only be in the South. When Amma went dark, it was just better to stay out of her way. Just like it was better to leave her charms on the windowsills and the dolls she made in the drawers where she put them.
I scooped up another forkful of egg and finished the breakfast of champions-eggs, freezer jam, and bacon, all smashed into a toast sandwich. As I shoved it into my mouth, I glanced down the hallway out of habit. My dad's study door was already shut. My dad wrote at night and slept on the old sofa in his study all day. It had been like that since my mom died last April. He might as well be a vampire; that's what my Aunt Caroline had said after she stayed with us that spring. I had probably missed my chance to see him until tomorrow. There was no opening that door once it was closed.
I heard a honk from the street. Link. I grabbed my ratty black backpack and ran out the door into the rain. It could have been seven at night as easily as seven in the morning, that's how dark the sky was. The weather had been weird for a few days now.
Link's car, the Beater, was in the street, motor sputtering, music blasting. I'd ridden to school with Link every day since kindergarten, when we became best friends after he gave me half his Twinkie on the bus. I only found out later it had fallen on the floor. Even though we had both gotten our licenses this summer, Link was the one with the car, if you could call it that.
At least the Beater's engine was drowning out the storm.
Amma stood on the porch, her arms crossed disapprovingly. "Don't you play that loud music here, Wesley Jefferson Lincoln. Don't think I won't call your mamma and tell her what you were doin' in the basement all summer when you were nine years old."
Link winced. Not many people called him by his real name, except his mother and Amma. "Yes, ma'am." The screen door slammed. He laughed, spinning his tires on the wet asphalt as we pulled away from the curb. Like we were making a getaway, which was pretty much how he always drove. Except we never got away.
"What did you do in my basement when you were nine years old?"
"What didn't I do in your basement when I was nine years old?" Link turned down the music, which was good, because it was terrible and he was about to ask me how I liked it, like he did every day. The tragedy of his band, Who Shot Lincoln, was that none of them could actually play an instrument or sing. But all he could talk about was playing the drums and moving to New York after graduation and record deals that would probably never happen. And by probably, I mean he was more likely to sink a three-pointer, blindfolded and drunk, from the parking lot of the gym.
Link wasn't about to go to college, but he still had one up on me. He knew what he wanted to do, even if it was a long shot. All I had was a whole shoebox full of college brochures I couldn't show my dad. I didn't care which colleges they were, as long as they were at least a thousand miles from Gatlin.
I didn't want to end up like my dad, living in the same house, in the same small town I'd grown up in, with the same people who had never dreamed their way out of here.
* * *
On either side of us, dripping old Victorians lined the street, almost the same as the day they were built over a hundred years ago. My street was called Cotton Bend because these old houses used to back up to miles and miles of plantation cotton fields. Now they just backed up to Route 9, which was about the only thing that had changed around here.
I grabbed a stale doughnut from the box on the floor of the car. "Did you upload a weird song onto my iPod last night?"
"What song? What do you think a this one?" Link turned up his latest demo track.
"I think it needs work. Like all your other songs." It was the same thing I said every day, more or less.
"Yeah, well, your face will need some work after I give you a good beatin'." It was the same thing he said every day, more or less.
I flipped through my playlist. "The song, I think it was called something like Sixteen Moons."
"Don't know what you're talkin' about." It wasn't there. The song was gone, but I had just listened to it this morning. And I knew I hadn't imagined it because it was still stuck in my head.
"If you wanna hear a song, I'll play you a new one." Link looked down to cue the track.
"Hey, man, keep your eyes on the road."
But he didn't look up, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strange car pass in front of us....
For a second, the sounds of the road and the rain and Link dissolved into silence, and it was like everything was moving in slow motion. I couldn't drag my eyes away from the car. It was just a feeling, not anything I could describe. And then it slid past us, turning the other way.
I didn't recognize the car. I had never seen it before. You can't imagine how impossible that is, because I knew every single car in town. There were no tourists this time of year. They wouldn't take the chance during hurricane season.
This car was long and black, like a hearse. Actually, I was pretty sure it was a hearse.
Maybe it was an omen. Maybe this year was going to be worse than I thought.
"Here it is. 'Black Bandanna.' This song's gonna make me a star."
By the time he looked up, the car was gone.
Eight streets. That's how far we had to go to get from Cotton Bend to Jackson High. Turns out I could relive my entire life, going up and down eight streets, and eight streets were just enough to put a strange black hearse out of your mind. Maybe that's why I didn't mention it to Link.
We passed the Stop & Shop, otherwise known as the Stop & Steal. It was the only grocery store in town, and the closest thing we had to a 7-Eleven. So every time you were hanging out with your friends out front, you had to hope you weren't going to run into someone's mom shopping for dinner, or worse, Amma.
I noticed the familiar Grand Prix parked out front. "Uh-oh. Fatty's camped out already." He was sitting in the driver's seat, reading The Stars and Stripes.
"Maybe he didn't see us." Link was watching the rearview mirror, tense. "Maybe we're screwed."
Fatty was Stonewall Jackson High School's truant officer, as well as a proud member of the Gatlin police force. His girlfriend, Amanda, worked at the Stop & Steal, and Fatty was parked out front most mornings, waiting for the baked goods to be delivered. Which was pretty inconvenient if you were always late, like Link and me.
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Posted December 16, 2009
I'm usually a fan of YA paranormal. And I love nothing more than a big, fat book that lasts for more than a few hours.
Unfortunately, Beautiful Creatures just didn't resonate with me. It took an incredibly long time for anything to happen. The first 100-200 pages were all backstory and useless. Why would a book need to be 600 pages when more than 100 pages were pointless? It felt like very poor editing.
And then the narrator is a fifteen year old boy with the perception and observations of a twenty-something young lady. It felt very, very off, which was disappointing. I would have loved to see a strong male lead, rather than what a girl wishes a boy sounds like.
All in all it wasn't a bad book. Just not anywhere near the level it should be based on the hype.
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Words, alone, cannot effectively express the LOVE I feel for this book. For this one, I definitely need more than words. Maybe words, mixed with a myriad of blissfully, excited facial expressions, with lots and lots of exaggerated hand movements thrown in, may paint a clearer picture. But, then again, I'm not so sure that would even suffice in capturing the intense feelings I harbor for this book.
Beautiful Creatures is a must read for 2009! Possibly for 2010 and 2011, too! It is one of those books you want to snuggle on the couch with and read its entire contents, start to finish (yes, all 567 pages) in one sitting. It's almost as if the pages themselves have been laced with some sort of happy drug, which successfully pulls you out of this world and transports you straight into the beautifully written pages this novel holds. I'm constantly searching for books like Beautiful Creatures--novels that are so yummy and delicious that you have to restrain yourself from devouring, at once-- and I'm so happy I just happened to stumble across this masterfully written, epic novel. Lucky me!
The two main characters, Lena and Ethan, seem like real people. Almost as if, Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl, plucked two unsuspecting teenagers from a nearby high school and inserted them into this wonderfully captivating story. What's so fascinating about these two characters is the fact that they're so real, yet so different from anyone else, at the same time. (Pure genius, I tell you!)
Lena Duchannes is unlike anyone the small Southern town of Gatlin has ever seen, and she's struggling to conceal her power and a curse that has haunted her family for generations. But even with the overgrown gardens, murky swamps and crumbling graveyards of the forgotten South, a secret cannot stay hidden forever.
Ethan Wate, who has been counting the months until he can escape from Gatlin, is haunted by dreams of a beautiful girl he has never met. When Lena moves into the town's oldest and most infamous plantation, Ethan is inexplicably drawn to her and determined to uncover the connection between them.
And, in a town with no surprises, one secret could change everything.
The authors successfully weave this magical (in every sense of the word) story about Ethan, your typical high school boy, who wants nothing more than to leave his small home town of Gatlin, and an anything BUT normal girl, Lena, who craves the normalcy that so many take for granted--Ethan included.
Along with the sweet love story, which slowly buds from friendship and beyond, there is a little bit of everything: high school drama, heart ache, acceptance, dysfunctional families (coming from both sides), a little bit of history (for all of those history buffs out there), and mystery at every turn and twist in this blissfully original plot that leaves you salivating and constantly wanting MORE, MORE, MORE!
There is no doubt in my mind that readers will snatch this book up, instantaneously, and completely devour this delicious read. Actually, I encourage this behavior because it is just that good!
Beautiful Creatures is ultimately addictive--hence the drugs--so I strongly recommend [imagine me screaming from the roof tops] for you to pick up your copy...NOW!
Not tomorrow. RIGHT. NOW!
In the mean time, I'll be here, sitting on my couch, drooling over Beautiful Creatures, anxiously awaiting the next installment of this five part series.
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Posted December 10, 2009
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I am a really picky reader. I read about 4 books a month...if not more..but it's always really hard for me to pick a good book. Especially now, when there are so many awful authors out there trying to be the next Stephanie Meyer...which is exactly what they are doing. To give you an example, some of my favorite authors are Patricia Briggs, Karen Chance, Cassandra Clare, J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyer. My mom actually picked out Beautiful Creatures for me, and because she has the same taste of book as me, I listened and read it. It was great. Now, it's not as good as the Twilight, Harry Potter, or Mortal Instrument books. I would classify it with the Witch series by Nancy Holder and Debbie Viguie. However, this book is better than the Witch Series, that's just where I would classify it around. The characters are funny and you instantly love them, such as Amma and Marion. It's an adorable love story but it also has a mix of southern ism and supernatural stuff. It's a really good book. If you like the kinds of books I do you should love it.
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The instant I began this book I was caught up in it. Ethan, a high school basketball player who hangs out with the popular group, begins having dreams with him and another mysterious girl he has never met before. He doesn't know what they mean, all he knows is that they are always in danger. One day the girl of his dreams(literally), Lena, moves into town. From that point stranger events happen, including tales of magic, curses, witches, and love. A wonderful novel and a must read. You will get lost in the magical word of "Beautiful Creatures"
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I'm so glad she did! I'm not a YA, far from it, and I'm so not a Harry Potter fan, BUT, I'll have to admit I really enjoyed this lovely book. The engaging plot haunts your every thought. It's a huge book but you won't notice the pages flying by. It's fast moving, no time for boredom to set in. Ethan and Lena's relationship is genuine and real and the "magic", in more ways than one, strengthens their bond. It's not mushy, shallow, cliche or over done, thank goodness! Love overcomes prejudice, Southern living and a taste of magic all blend together to create an enjoyable read, and you don't have to be a young adult to enjoy it. Some other books I love and recommend to all ages...
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I read a lot so i of course picked this book up and thought it would be interesting based on the back of it. It was really good throughout the book and I loved how she was either going to go light or dark, but I didn't get the end. Did she turn light or dark? it seems like she was half and half...but that doesn't make sense. It was pretty much a pointless 500 pages. The town was stupid, the north and south references were boring, and the magical library was the cheesiest thing ever. I would not recommend this book to anyone. It wasn't worth my time.
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Posted December 14, 2009
OMG this in an amazing book, such an incredible and well-developed story, what a charming place, perfect characters, and above all, so original point of view about this famed topic. I can just congratulate the authors who made a wonderful job, put you just in this little town of Gattlin, with the beautiful manner of speaking of the South, the customs and traditions, the food, oh the food!!! Ethan the main character and the narrator, is adorable, so real and cute and deep but with the correct form for a 16 years old boy, and Lena, charming and sweet, but perfectly recreated as a 15 years old girl....lovely! and you must know you gonna end up loving the secondary characters too, cuz their strong and well-defined and have their own light, amazing ah?? I first read it cuz i heard it will be a movi based on this book, and gosh it´s gonna be a wonderful movie, can´t wait!!!!
Buy it, read it, and love it!!
If not, you can always complian to me!!
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I'm a fan of YA paranormal and I enjoyed this book. The writing was excellent, the characters likeable. will read again.
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I read the good reviews and liked nothing better than a fat book to last me a while, so I bought Beautiful Creatures. The summaries and reviews detailed things I liked to read about - YA paranormal romance - so it seemed perfectly good to try. However, after about 200 pages I was still waiting for something to happen - something that I actually cared about. This book was way too slow to get to the point. There doesn't seem to be much potential for chemistry at ALL. It annoyed me how much Lena tried to keep the kid, whatever his name is, away, and how the gathering the main guy character went to was really wacky. I mean, the writing itself is good - nothing too cheesy, more or less nicely descriptive, and I totally got the whole Southern feel. But I didn't get a feel for the story, and I didn't care. The whole point of a book is to make the reader care. I might return to this book when it's the last book on Earth to read, but not before then. I don't want to know what happens at the end...because nothing probably does. I would never recommend this to anyone except the sort of people who like to read dictionaries and whatnot. In essence, it's boring from cover to cover.
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Posted August 6, 2010
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I love to read anything dealing with mythology, and Beautiful Creatures delivered. It gives you mystery, love, humor and heartache. The fact that it written from a Male POV is one of the highlights of the book. It gives us a break from the usual Female POV that 95% of books are written in. I enjoyed learning a new world which is Casters. Its not your normal witch and spells, which is great. The connection between Lena and Ethan was well written. One question I still have is what is Ethan? and now that we know that Macon's life was bargain for Ethan, Does that mean Ethan will become a Incubus like Macon? The only reason I didn't give it the 5 stars was I sort of didn't care for the parts that talked about the battles between the South and the North. This was not my strongest subject in school. So I will tell you I am very excited to read the next book in the series Beautiful Darkness.
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Posted August 20, 2009
Ethan Wate lives at the epicenter of nowhere in Gatlin, South Carolina. Only two kinds of people live in Gatlin, "the stupid and the stuck," and Ethan doesn't consider himself in either of those categories.
He isn't sure what he wants to do with the rest of his life, but he knows he wants out of town. It doesn't matter to him what college he goes to as long as it is 1,000 miles away from Gatlin. As summer comes to an end, Ethan prepares himself for another typical school year.
Only one thing out of the ordinary has been happening over the last several months - a recurring dream that leaves Ethan gasping for breath, soaking wet from sweat, and questioning his sanity. Always the same, a girl calling his name for help. The girl slipping through his fingers and tumbling down to the ground. A great sense of loss and the lingering scent of lemons and rosemary.
When Lena Duchannes moves into Gatlin's oldest and most infamous plantation, she causes quite a stir in town. She causes a stir in Ethan, as well. When he sees her and realizes she is the girl from his dreams, he is drawn to her both out of need and curiosity.
Mystery surrounds Lena as she attempts to make a place for herself in the community while also maintaining her individuality. Ethan's eyes are opened to a complicated world of danger and magic as he attempts to figure out his role in Lena's complicated world.
BEAUTIFUL CREATURES is a masterfully written tale that weaves together a story of love, the importance of family loyalty, and the difficulties of choosing between good and evil. Garcia and Stohl create a world where readers can lose themselves and be content.
Readers will beg for a sequel when they reach the last page.
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This book opens up both a Southern Culture and a new twist on teen romance. Unlike Twilight, it's written from the boy's perspective. Being the first in the series, it shows some promise with creative and unique characters. The writing is so visual that you have no problems placing yourselves among the teens. If you liked Twilight get ready to enjoy Beautiful Creatures. I look forward to more work from Kami and Margaret. To hear more from the authors join the Beautiful Creatures Facebook account.
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Posted August 9, 2010
This book was really bad. There was no real story, meaning, characterization. Nada. I finished it ONLY because everyone was saying it was so good and I wanted to find something good about it but again...nada. I do not recommend this book. I have read many, many, many books in my life time and have been disappointed before but this one puts the icing on the cake. DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME.
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Posted December 21, 2009
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I started this book thinking it was going to be about ghosts or something since the synopsis talks about graves and curses, but I was wrong. This is a book about witches or Casters as they are called in Beautiful Creatures. The story was long but I never felt like it was slow. Some questions are never really addressed in the book but I think that they leave enough room for a second book which I would defiantly read. Overall a very good book.
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I found this book by chance when searching online for books to read. I bought and it must have sat on my desk for over 2 weeks. I don't know why, I just didn't have an desire to pick it up and read it. When I did eventually, I was completely and utterly blown away. This story is unlike anything that I've ever read before and I felt that it kept me on edge throughout the whole pace of the book. I enjoyed how Lena came into the book right away within the first 20 pages, because it didn't get boring. I loved how the authors portrayed Amma's and Macon's characters. I felt everyone should have a person like Amma (minus the voo-doo like stuff) with them growing up. Ethan was probably my favorite character, because he grew so much throughtout the story as a person. He went from just trying to fit in and go with the flow till he could escape Gatlin, to deciding to stand out and support a person he barely knew, not caring what everyeone else thought of him. This book's ending made it seem like a sequel was coming in the future, and I hope it does. I'm a fan of these writers and I hope that they write more books together. They work great as a team. This story was so well crafted and written, that it felt real. I would reccomend this book to anyone who wants a wonderful, long (which is great) book to read. It's a page turned, and will have you on your the edge of your seat throughout the story.
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For awhile now I had seen this book in the stores and online, and I tried to read it once in the store, but got caught up in another book. However, I finally checked it out of the library, and now I wish I had bought it for my own.
The story is gripping and thrilling tale of Ethan Wate (set mostly in his point of view) who falls in love with a girl who...not wanting to put any spoilers in, let's just say...has a secret.
Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl took a quite common plot, boy and girl are different but they fall in love anyway, but they have to face certain obstucles to be together, the authors took that and made it into something that, for me, told me a lot about myself.
Perhaps it's just me, but Ethan is very relatable as a person and that is why I believe the authors did such a wonderful job on developing the characters and making them into something real. Because I found Ethan so relatable I cared more about him and Lena and that was how I got sucked into the book.
Also, there are a lot of Historical aspects of this books that many people will enjoy. If you're not a fan of history, I'm not saying don't buy it, because the history is...not scarce, but you don't have to be a historian to figure out what their talking about, but it is a pretty big aspect of the book.
The things that did it for me, and made me love this book, was Lena and Ethan's relationship. The story takes you from A. When they met and through all the twist and turns, the awkwardness, the ups and down of relationships until point B. When they fall in love and it's developed quite nicely and realisticly. Not like in many stories when they just fall in love like that.
Overall I think people will really enjoy this book, I certainly did. The story makes you wonder about a lot of things and question the world around you, kind of like history does.
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This was an okay book. I liked that the point of view was from a male character. Many of the YA books I have read are usually from a female point of view.
The story takes place in a small southern town that is deep into its southern history and traditions pre civil war. Ethan the main character complains that nothing happens there and longs to leave that town. He starts having very realistic dreams about a girl he doesn't know. Then a new student arrives at the school named Lena. He finds out that she is the one he has been dreaming of and that she is far from normal.
The book does leave you with a lot of questions at the end, which leads me to believe that there will be a second in the series (at least I hope so).
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