Blind Faith [NOOK Book]

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What do you say to someone whose mother is dying?

Nathan and his adorable little sister just moved in across the street from Liz Scattergood, and both of them could use a friend. Liz just isn't sure she's the right person.
     Liz has been coping with tough questions all summer. Ever since Liz's grandmother Bunny died, Liz's mother hasn't been the same; she's even started attending a ...
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Overview

What do you say to someone whose mother is dying?

Nathan and his adorable little sister just moved in across the street from Liz Scattergood, and both of them could use a friend. Liz just isn't sure she's the right person.
     Liz has been coping with tough questions all summer. Ever since Liz's grandmother Bunny died, Liz's mother hasn't been the same; she's even started attending a spiritualist church that claims it can contact Bunny on the Other Side. Liz isn't sure she believes it, but she does know the service gives her mother comfort — something no one else can seem to do at all.
     As Liz and Nathan become closer, and the summer draws nearer to its bitter end, questions of faith, mortality, and spirituality come to the forefront of their intimate friendship. There are no easy answers, but together they may nonetheless find hope, comfort, and love.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Wittlinger's (Sandpiper) heartfelt novel shows how loss can tear families apart and sometimes bring strangers together. Fifteen-year-old Liz Scattergood is still reeling from the death of her vivacious grandmother, Bunny, when she meets Nathan, a new neighbor whose mother is dying of leukemia. The two teens find in each other the kind of comfort and support that is absent from their respective households. Liz helps ease Nathan's difficult transition moving in with his cantankerous grandmother, and urges him to open up to his younger sister, who doesn't know that their mother's illness is terminal. In turn, Nathan provides consolation when Liz finds herself caught between feuding parents: her father, who has given up on religion altogether and her self-absorbed mother, who has recently joined a spiritualist church, hoping to find a way to communicate with Bunny. Told from Liz's point of view, the novel tenderly explores how grief affects individuals differently-as it surfaces in angry outbursts, feelings of loneliness, desperate attempts to regain what has been lost and moments of introspection. As Liz works through her own emotional turmoil, she learns to recognize, tolerate and respond to others' pain. Ages 12-up. (July) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
VOYA
Fifteen-year-old Liz is brokenhearted at the death of her beloved grandmother, Bunny. Her sorrow is made even worse because Liz's mother is so devastated by her own grief that she will not get out of bed. Relief of a sort comes through the Singing Creek Spiritualist Church, where Liz's mother is convinced that she is receiving communications from Bunny. When Liz attends the services, she is not as sure. Out of all the fragmented statements attributed to the dead Bunny, some of them strike eerily true. But most of them are clearly irrelevant-aren't they? As it all goes on, Nathan, a teenage boy, and his younger sister, Courtney, move in across the street with grouchy Mrs. Crosby. It turns out that Nathan and Courtney are Mrs. Crosby's long-estranged grandchildren, and that their mother is dying of leukemia. This revelation makes Liz contemplate the possibility of communication with the dead even more seriously, because wouldn't it be marvelous if Nathan and Courtney could contact their mother even after she dies? Wittlinger creates a full-bodied book with more subplots than summarized here. In addition to afterlife communication, she tackles unwieldy family dynamics, difficult friendships, and artistic courage, managing to interweave everything effectively. Liz works her way through jumbles of emotional surges just as teenage girls will-with intensity and doubt constantly tempering each other. She gradually learns to balance her need for self-expression with a compassionate tolerance for the emotional turbulence of her loved ones. The novel is highly recommended for all teen collections. VOYA CODES: 5Q 4P J S (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Broad general YA appeal; JuniorHigh, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2006, Simon & Schuster, 288p., Ages 12 to 18.
—Diane Emge
KLIATT
We look forward to Wittlinger's novels, and this one is outstanding. The narrator, Liz, has just suffered the death of her energetic, loving grandmother, which is difficult. Almost worse is that Liz's mother has become impossibly crippled by grief: she is withdrawn, angry, and now caught up in a strange spiritualist church where she believes her dead mother (Liz's grandmother) speaks to her. Liz's father never had a good experience with organized religion anyway, but this spiritualist church sends him over the edge, especially when Liz goes along to services too. The tension around this erupts into fierce arguments between Liz's mother and father, and their eventual separation. Just when Liz is most desperate for support and nurturing, her parents desert her. Across the street another drama is unfolding. Lily, who grew up with Liz's mother in this small town, has come home to her mother's house to die, bringing her children with her: Nathan, who is Liz's age, and Courtney, a lively little girl who doesn't know her mother is dying. Nathan is feeling the weight of all this, and he is grumpy and difficult much of the time, but eventually he and Liz become close friends, united in their grief and in having to endure difficult family situations. It isn't that Liz and Nathan, as the most responsible people in both families, do everything right. They get exasperated, they doubt their own beliefs, they are tempted to escape. They each wish they could have "blind faith" to accept that the people they love have gone on to a better place after death, and that they are able to continue to talk to them. It doesn't work out that way for them, however, which makes Nathan even more outraged. Liz is hurtthat her mother is more interested in trying to talk to her dead mother than to Liz, her living daughter. Wittlinger handles these emotional whirlwinds with great skill and intelligence. The reader respects Nathan and Liz; it is easy to empathize with each one of them. Wittlinger puts us in their places and helps us think through some basic philosophies of life (and death). Extremely well written. KLIATT Codes: JS*—Exceptional book, recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2006, Simon & Schuster, 280p., Ages 12 to 18.
—Claire Rosser
Children's Literature - Janet L. Rose
Liz's mother falls apart after her mother dies, but a friend convinces her that she can communicate with her dead mother through a medium at the Singing Water spiritualist church. Liz is caught between her mother wanting her to attend the church and her father who is adamantly against all churches and organized religion. Her father moves out and Nathan and Courtney, and moves into their grandmother's house across the street. The grandmother, Mrs. Crosby, has been nicknamed Mrs. Crabby because she complains about everything and does not get along with anyone. Nathan refuses to live with her and runs away after his mother dies. Each character deals with loss and grief in their own way. Expressing their feelings allows others to be more sympathetic and the openness lets others into their hearts, forming a close bond. Nathan considers staying with his grandmother, as she agrees to be more kind and loving. Liz's mother and father come back together, accepting the other's point of view. Characters are clearly presented and deal with problems in a realistic way.
Robyn Seglem
For Liz Scattergood, the only escape she has from her grandmother's recent death and her mother's resulting depression is the piano. She soon finds that this isn't enough, as Liz's mother begins attending the Singing Creek Spiritualist Church in an effort to speak to her own dead mother. With a father scarred as a child by religious experiences, Liz finds her once intact family cracking like the discarded pottery in her mother's shop. But, through her newfound friendship with Nathan, whose mother dragged her children to her hometown to await her death, Liz begins to work through her grief and helps Nathan and his younger sister along the way. Wittlinger's melodic sense of humor and compassion create a story that all teens who have suffered a loss of any kind can relate to. It's a story that illustrates that although blind faith in an institution can be deceiving, blind faith in those you love can make you stronger.
KLIATT - KLIATT Review
To quote the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, July 2006: We look forward to Wittlinger's novels, and this one is outstanding. The narrator, Liz, has just suffered the death of her energetic, loving grandmother, which is difficult. Almost worse is that Liz's mother has become impossibly crippled by grief: she is withdrawn, angry, and now caught up in a strange spiritualist church where she believes her dead mother (Liz's grandmother) speaks to her. Liz's father never had a good experience with organized religion anyway, but this spiritualist church sends him over the edge, especially when Liz goes along to services too. The tension around this erupts into fierce arguments between Liz's mother and father, and their eventual separation. Just when Liz is most desperate for support and nurturing, her parents desert her. Across the street another drama is unfolding. Lily, who grew up with Liz's mother in this small town, has come home to her mother's house to die, bringing her children with her: Nathan, who is Liz's age, and Courtney, a lively little girl who doesn't know her mother is dying. Nathan is grumpy and difficult much of the time, but eventually he and Liz become close friends, united in their grief and in having to endure difficult family situations. It isn't that Liz and Nathan, as the most responsible people in both families, do everything right. They get exasperated, they doubt their own beliefs, they are tempted to escape. They each wish they could have "blind faith" to accept that the people they love have gone on to a better place after death. Wittlinger handles these emotional whirlwinds with great skill and intelligence. Age Range: Ages 12 to 18.REVIEWER: Claire Rosser (Vol. 42, No. 1)
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up-After the death of her grandmother, 15-year-old Liz Scattergood is having a hard time getting back to normal. Her mother, who had an extremely close relationship with Bunny, has become deeply depressed, and only visits to a Spiritualist church whose members believe they can communicate with the deceased provide any comfort. Liz's atheist father disapproves, causing anger and tension between him and his wife, and leaving Liz caught in the middle. The new boy who moves in across the street could be a welcome distraction, but he has only come to town to live with his cranky grandmother because his own mother is dying. Comfortable pacing and natural dialogue keep readers engaged in the predominantly emotional action of the story. Wittlinger has created realistic and sympathetic teenage characters whose struggles with grief, love, and faith have no easy answers.-Beth Gallego, Los Angeles Public Library, North Hollywood Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
An issue-driven story overtly strives for a message and debate on how to define God. Liz is torn between her parents: Her mother seeks solace in a church where the spiritual leaders channel the voices of the dead to the living. Liz's father is against it and eventually separates from the family. In the middle of this situation, Liz comes to understand that her mother is not there for her. Layered on is the introduction of Nathan and his younger sister, who move into their inhospitable grandmother's house because their mother is dying of leukemia. Nathan and Liz attempt to go out, but Liz becomes his main source of consolation and stability. Luckily Liz has exceptional emotional intelligence, because, though she's the one who suffers multiple losses, she's also the one character who provides solace to all-and sets up the poignant and satisfying conclusion. Set in Massachusetts, the focus on questioning God seems within the tradition of New England literature. But the presentation is often heavy-handed; the subtleties come toward the end-again at the behest of Liz. Lots of grief, little humor and a character who is so stable that readers might be surprised to realize she's a character who defines for a new age the concept of "hero." (Fiction. 12-14)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439115770
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
  • Publication date: 7/3/2012
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Age range: 12 years
  • File size: 1,002 KB

Meet the Author

Ellen Wittlinger is the critically acclaimed author of the teen novels Love & Lies: Marisol's Story, Parrotfish, Blind Faith, Sandpiper, Heart on My Sleeve, Zigzag, and Hard Love (an American Library Association Michael L. Printz Honor Book and a Lambda Literary Award winner), and the middle-grade novel Gracie's Girl. She has a bachelor's degree from Millikin University in Decatur, Illinois, and an M.F.A. from the University of Iowa. A former children's librarian, she lives with her husband in Haydenville, Massachusetts.
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Blind Faith


By Ellen Wittlinger

Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing

Copyright © 2006 Ellen Wittlinger
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1416902732

Chapter One

The funeral was almost over. Mom and I had both gotten up from our front-row folding chairs to place single red roses on the casket as it hovered over the excavated hole in the earth. After days of thinking about nothing but this, I was grateful to finally feel a little numb. I flopped back down onto the chair next to my dad and stared at the granite headstone, which, along with my grandfather's name, Joseph McCoy, would soon be inscribed with my grandmother's: Elizabeth Kimball McCoy.

Really, it ought to just say "Bunny" on the headstone -- that's what everybody called her. Even me. Elizabeth Kimball McCoy sounded like a woman who invited people over for tea and crossed her stockinged legs at the ankles. Bunny was black coffee to go -- a jeans-and-sneakers kind of person. But if there was an opening at her gallery, she'd tie a silk scarf around her neck and wear earrings that dangled to her shoulders. Bunny was a person you noticed.

I'd just realized that my mother was still standing up, staring at her tossed rose, when she suddenly launched herself onto the casket, her arms outstretched to embrace the big silver bullet. A moaning sound turned within seconds to wailing.

"Oh, my God, I can't stand it! Don't leave me,Bunny! You can't leave me!" she screamed. The wind was blowing up the skirt of her hurriedly purchased, badly fitting black dress so that the backs of her pale thighs gleamed in the sun. I closed my eyes and pretended I was invisible.

Dad was on his feet immediately, grabbing her around the waist, pulling her off the casket lid.

"No, no! Don't take her away!" Mom yelled, sobbing, hitting at Dad's arm as if he were responsible for Bunny's burial. "I'm not ready!"

Dad stood there, holding her tightly until she slumped against him and the sobbing turned back into regular crying. That's the kind of thing he's good at -- being there when you need him. He might not always know the right thing to say, but he's there.

I felt a single tear trickle down my cheek and calmly brushed it away. I was tired of crying. I wanted this funeral to be over already so we could all go home and try to figure out how to be normal people again, if that was possible.

I could hear mumbling behind me, and I turned halfway around in my seat to look at the other so-called mourners. There were people I didn't even recognize staring at Mom as if she had a third eye. Roxanne and her mother were in the back of the crowd, and they were looking at Mom too. Everybody seemed sort of embarrassed, which made me mad, even though I was totally humiliated myself. What did they expect? Didn't they understand how different everything was now? That nobody could ever take Bunny's place?

People always said how unusual it was that Mom and Bunny were so close, more like sisters or best friends than mother and daughter. Christine and Bunny are so lucky, they'd say. I wish I had such a wonderful relationship with my mother! Which always made me feel a little strange -- like, how come I wasn't part of this chain of mother-daughter best friends too? But I just wasn't. Oh, Bunny loved me, that I knew for sure, but my mother -- well, she was certainly not my best friend. Sometimes she didn't even act like my mother, at least not like most mothers. No How was school today? or Let's go shopping together. Bunny was the one who supplied me with that stuff. Dad always said Mom had her mind on other things because she was an artist. She was supposedly thinking all the time. Not about me, though. I guess Mom named me after her mother so I'd be like her, but I'm not. I'm just Liz. Nobody is like Bunny. Or rather, nobody was.

A few years ago Bunny took me shopping for back-to-school clothes at the end of the summer. We were at the mall in Waverly, and we kept running into girls I knew who were shopping with their mothers. I guess Bunny realized I was starting to feel kind of weird about that. We went to a restaurant for lunch and she ordered us both chocolate shakes.

"You know your mother loves you very much," Bunny said as I slurped my ice cream.

Did I know that? I wasn't sure.

Bunny sighed. "Perhaps it's my fault. After Joe died -- your grandpa -- Christine was so upset. She was only ten years old and I felt so sorry for her. I stood on my head to make her smile again. Gave her everything she wanted and more. Told her how special she was, day and night. I'm afraid it's made her a bit...self-centered."

I was in the kind of mood to think, Why'd she even have a kid, then?

Bunny always seemed to know what was on my mind. "When your mother was young, she always said she didn't want to marry and have children. All she wanted to do was throw pots. She was so focused on her art, she hardly had any friends. I dragged her to the concert where she met your father, and then I had to convince her she should take the time to get to know him.

"It opened her up, marrying your dad and having you, Elizabeth. She became part of a larger world, and I was so glad to see the change in her. But Christine is who she is," Bunny said, sighing. "Her passion is still there, the desire to lock herself away in her studio and ignore the rest of the world."

"Except for you," I said. "She lets you in."

Bunny reached across the table and took one of my hands in both of hers. "Oh, my darling girl," she said a little sadly. There was nothing else to say.

I'm not exaggerating when I say Bunny knew everybody in the Valley and they all liked her. So many people showed up at the wake at the Waverly Presbyterian Church that there wasn't room for all of them in the chapel and some had to sit on folding chairs in the rec hall next door. Artists from all over the Valley were there, and professors from the college, even a few people who'd known Bunny for all of her sixty-four years. All of them saying how shocked they were that Bunny, of all people, could have been so suddenly betrayed by her heart. I knew what they meant. Bunny had seemed too alive to die.

At first I was scared to look at Bunny lying in the coffin -- I'd seen dead animals before but never a dead person -- but once I got up the nerve to look, I was more amazed than freaked out. It looked just like Bunny, her long lashes lying against pink cheeks, her favorite rusty-brown lipstick carefully painted on her lips, her trimmed and polished fingernails resting on her chest, her turquoise scarf tied around her neck, one of its ends tucked beneath her long fluffy white hair.

Someone standing behind me said, "It looks like she's just asleep, doesn't it?" And then I realized what was so strange. I'd never seen Bunny asleep, never even seen her sitting quietly. Bunny had always been in motion: talking, pacing, driving, planning, working, on her way from one thing to another. Neither her lips nor her eyes were ever closed, and her hands were constantly busy helping to describe whatever it was she was talking about. Or they were pounding out jazz tunes on her big old piano. This wasn't Bunny lying here, it was only her left-behind body dressed up to look like her. In which case, where was she? How could it happen that the part of Bunny that was really her could just disappear?

The minister said a last prayer and finally people began to move away from the grave site toward their cars. Mom had gotten herself under control and was weeping quietly into the arm of Dad's jacket. Roxanne waved to me as she and her mother turned to go, and I raised my hand just a little to wave back. It seemed wrong even to wave, to do anything normal. Was everything going to be weird like this forever?

I stood next to Dad, wishing we were already back in the black limo, hidden away, but people were gathering around us again -- friends, neighbors, teachers from the school where Dad was the principal, people I didn't even recognize -- all saying the same things they'd been saying for days. No wonder Mom started screaming back there. I might have to scream myself if one more stranger pressed her squashy cheek into my face, saying, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Mom's friends Eva and Rosemarie kissed her quickly and said they were headed over to our house to put out food for anyone who came by after the service. Then several of Bunny's old friends came up and smothered us all in perfumed hugs, holding Mom the longest.

"She's in your heart, love. You'll never lose her," Claire said, patting Mom's hand. Which just made her cry harder.

"You call me if you need anything, dear. Understand?" said Lucille. Mom nodded, but I knew she'd never call Lucille, who some days couldn't even remember the names of her own cats.

I was shocked to see Mrs. Crosby, our neighbor from the ramshackle house across the road, waiting to talk to us. I halfway expected her to start complaining that our dogs had been in her yard again -- we almost never spoke to her except when she yelled over from her front porch about keeping Pete and Woody out of her bedraggled flower beds. Roxanne and I had called her Mrs. Crabby since we were little. But now here she was pumping Dad's hand up and down and looking Mom right in the eye.

"Too bad about your mother dying. Death is hard, no two ways around it. If you'd like me to bring you over a cake, I'd certainly do that. I'm asking because I know sometimes you get too much of that junk after a funeral and half of it goes right down the garbage disposal."

Her little speech was at least successful in drying up Mom's tears. "Oh, well, thank you, Mrs. Crosby, for offering. You're right, several people have brought food by in the past few days. Please don't go to any trouble -- we're being well taken care of."

Mrs. Crosby nodded. "Well, that's why I asked first. No sense wasting my time and ingredients. If you need anything, you know where to find me." She turned her back and walked off stiffly.

"God, she's weird," I said.

"Now, Lizzie," Dad said. "It was kind of her to make the offer."

I snorted as we began walking back to the car. "I'm glad we didn't have to waste her ingredients," I said, but quietly enough that Mom and Dad didn't hear.

A woman had been kind of hovering in the background while we talked to everybody else, but as we got near the car, she came up to us. She was older than Mom but not as old as Bunny, and she wore one of those long tie-dyed dresses you could get at the store in Waverly that Mom called "the shop for aging hippies." On her arms she wore about a hundred thin bracelets, which made a tinny noise when she moved. Her frizzy gray and brown hair was tied back carelessly with a string of yarn.

"You don't know me," she said. "My name is Monica Winters and I was one of Bunny's biggest fans. I live out in Bishop's Hill. Bunny gave me an exhibit in her gallery a few months ago -- I'm a printmaker -- and she's been visiting me regularly all year. I just wanted to say, she was a wonderful woman. You're very lucky to be her daughter."

Mom was wiping her face with one of Dad's already sopping-wet handkerchiefs. She handed it absentmindedly to me, and I gave the thing back to him. Mom just stared at the woman as though she were too exhausted to make sense of her words.

"Thank you," Dad said finally, speaking for her. "We appreciate that." We started to walk away, but this Monica person stepped in front of Mom again.

"And...I just wanted to say that if you ever want to try to get in touch with Bunny...well, I belong to the Spiritualist Church up at Singing Creek.... I don't know if you're familiar with it, but we...our preachers are mediums and they could try to contact her for you. I'm not trying to be pushy or anything, but..."

Mediums? Like at a seance? What was she talking about?

"Thank you," Dad said again, this time more forcefully. "I think we need to be getting home now."

"Of course," Monica said, stepping aside. "I just wanted to let you know about it. Bunny was such a strong person in life, I just know she'd want to reach out to you from the Other Side!"

Mom and I kept looking at Monica as Dad hustled us into the waiting car. Mom had stopped crying. I kind of wished I could ask Monica a few questions. Like, do you really believe you can talk to dead people?

Obviously Mom was wondering the same thing. "Do you think they could really contact Bunny?" she asked Dad.

"There's a church where they do that?" I said.

Dad shook his head. "She's some kind of a kook, that's all. This is the first time I've heard of a religious nut trying to recruit people at a funeral." He settled himself next to me and pulled the door closed.

As the driver began the slow circle out of the cemetery, I looked back again. Monica was sitting down on one of the folding chairs next to Bunny's grave. She seemed to be talking to someone, except there was no one else there.

Copyright 2006 by Ellen Wittlinger



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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2012

    Love this book but..........

    I love this book but i dont get two things about it. The title and the ending.( spoiler alert ). The title why is it called blind faith if noones blind and i forgot eho ran but why put that in it doesnt really.... well....... make sence. Well to anyone who is going to read this its a great book. Also launguage alert. And if you are religous and you belive in god this is deffinantly a good book for you guys. Well 5 stars and hopefully make a movie on this book. TTFN ( ta ta for now) signing out Serrah.

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  • Posted October 29, 2008

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    cant put it down

    blind faith is an amazing story about Liz and her neighbors-a little girl, her older brother, their dying mother, and a cranky grandmother. it makes u think about wat u believe. it makes u also look at ur relationships with the people around u. how u need to be there for them and if they push u away...push back! i wuld highly recommend this book to anyone!!

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  • Posted October 26, 2008

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    Reviewed by Jennifer Wardrip, aka "The Genius" for TeensReadToo.com

    It was bad enough when fifteen-year-old Liz Scattergood's grandmother, Bunny, died. It's even worse now that her mother seems to have gone crazy. For weeks her mom wouldn't get out of bed, wouldn't eat dinner with Liz and her father, wouldn't even brush her hair. Although Liz understands that her mother and Bunny had a special bond, were more like sisters, in fact, than mother and daughter, Liz doesn't understand the extreme depression. That was almost preferable, though, to what happens when her mother snaps out of her funk and finally leaves the darkened comfort of her bedroom. Because now she's found religion--or, in this case, Spiritualism, where the congregation and leaders believe they can communicate with the spirits of the dead. <BR/><BR/>After her mom's first visit to Singing Creek, the Spiritualist Church, she comes home acting alive for the first time in weeks. Liz is curious enough to agree to accompany her the following Saturday, but Liz's dad is none too pleased with the developments. For him, religion is filled with hypocrites and fools, and the crazies that attend Singing Creek are the worst of the lot--they hold out hope to those who have lost someone they love, convincing them that they can really "talk" to the dearly departed's spirit. <BR/><BR/>For Liz, these new arguments of her parent's is shaking up her once comfortable life. Added to that is the new family who has moved in across the street. There's Courtney, [...]and a total joy, and fifteen-year-old Nathan, who always seems so angry. Their mother, Lily, is dying of leukemia and has come home to spend her final days with her mother, dubbed by Liz as Mrs. Crabby. As Liz enters into a tenuous friendship with Nathan bordering on a first love, and takes Courtney under her wing, she's confused by her father's anger, her mother's obsession with communicating with her dead mother, and the fact that life in Tobias isn't as calm and easy as she'd always believed it to be. <BR/><BR/>Ms. Wittlinger has penned a beautiful story in BLIND FAITH. This is the story of hope and faith, of love and loss, of life and death. As Liz fights to understand why she doesn't have the same type of bond with her mom that her mother had with Bunny, as Nathan and Courtney learn to live without their mother, and as everyone involved learns how important it is to always have hope, these two families will be forever entwined. A very heartfelt, tender story, you won't go wrong reading BLIND FAITH.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2008

    What i think about blind faith

    i think blind faith is an inspirational, emotional, joyful book.i complement ellen wittlinger for all the time she sat down and wrote the books such as blind faith. i'm not much of a reader but when i saw the cover and the title it just immediatly caught my attention. i really really enjoyed blindfaith, and i recommend that all you book readers, you should all read blindfaith by Ellen Wittlinger.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2008

    Amazing...

    I had read previous books by Ellen Wittlinger and loved them. Blind Faith only added to that love. The characters have true depth to them, and you¿ll laugh when they laugh, hurt when they hurt, and cry when they cry. Blind Faith is a very sad book, but in a good way, one that makes you want the best for the characters. I loved reading this book, and no part was boring. I definitely recommend this book to everybody. It was amazing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2007

    Amazing and heart warming

    This book puts alot of things in perspective and makes you question your own life. wether or not your dealing with your grief. who or what God is to you. learning to confide in others with your pain. read this book and learn to question things in your life with healthy aftermaths.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2006

    Great Book

    THis book is great. Ellen Wittlinger uses great voice and you feel like you are in the story. It is a must read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2006

    Courtesy of Teens Read Too

    It was bad enough when fifteen-year-old Liz Scattergood's grandmother, Bunny, died. It's even worse now that her mother seems to have gone crazy. For weeks her mom wouldn't get out of bed, wouldn't eat dinner with Liz and her father, wouldn't even brush her hair. Although Liz understands that her mother and Bunny had a special bond, were more like sisters, in fact, than mother and daughter, Liz doesn't understand the extreme depression. That was almost preferable, though, to what happens when her mother snaps out of her funk and finally leaves the darkened comfort of her bedroom. Because now she's found religion--or, in this case, Spiritualism, where the congregation and leaders believe they can communicate with the spirits of the dead. After her mom's first visit to Singing Creek, the Spiritualist Church, she comes home acting alive for the first time in weeks. Liz is curious enough to agree to accompany her the following Saturday, but Liz's dad is none too pleased with the developments. For him, religion is filled with hypocrites and fools, and the crazies that attend Singing Creek are the worst of the lot--they hold out hope to those who have lost someone they love, convincing them that they can really 'talk' to the dearly departed's spirit. For Liz, these new arguments of her parent's are shaking up her once comfortable life. Added to that is the new family who has moved in across the street. There's Courtney, nine years old and a total joy, and fifteen-year-old Nathan, who always seems so angry. Their mother, Lily, is dying of leukemia and has come home to spend her final days with her mother, dubbed by Liz as Mrs. Crabby. As Liz enters into a tenuous friendship with Nathan bordering on a first love, and takes Courtney under her wing, she's confused by her father's anger, her mother's obsession with communicating with her dead mother, and the fact that life in Tobias isn't as calm and easy as she'd always believed it to be. Ms. Wittlinger has penned a beautiful story in BLIND FAITH. This is the story of hope and faith, of love and loss, of life and death. As Liz fights to understand why she doesn't have the same type of bond with her mom that her mother had with Bunny, as Nathan and Courtney learn to live without their mother, and as everyone involved learns how important it is to always have hope, these two families will be forever entwined. A very heartfelt, tender story, you won't go wrong reading BLIND FAITH.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2006

    Good Summer Read

    This was actually a pretty good book, it honestly surprised me - I thought it'd bore me out of my mind by the time I was reading Chapter Two. Turns out it's just one of the books you have to stick with, because it gets better and better as you go along. The story conveys the feelings one experiences after the loss of a loved one extremely well, and doesn't disappoint the reader. It honestly isn't a book that you end up caring so much about the characters that you practically NEED a sequel, but it is definately worth the read.

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