School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up
This intriguing, if not quite stand-alone, sequel to Wake (S & S, 2008) follows undercover investigators and high school seniors Janie Hannagan and her partner/boyfriend Cabel as they attempt to unmask and trap a sexual predator teaching at Fieldridge High. Janie is a dream catcher-she has the ability to be sucked into another person's dreams-and her job is to glean clues to the culprit's identity from her classmates and to act as bait. The latter task annoys protective Cabe, and their relationship, already strained by a scarcity of alone time and the need for secrecy (their last case might be jeopardized if they are seen together), is further stressed. Furthermore, Janie receives documents from her now-deceased dream-catcher mentor promising to detail the fate in store for her, and she's not sure she wants to know the truth. While there are few surprises in the main plot arc, the spare but effective narrative holds readers' attention, especially when Janie delves into the chilling truth of her ability. Teens who like the supernatural-tinged drama of shows like Ghost Whisperer and Medium may be tempted by this series.-Christi Esterle, Parker Library, CO
On the heels of assisting the police in a cocaine bust in 2008's Wake, senior Janie Hannagan, a dream catcher-she is involuntarily pulled into other people's dreams-is now working directly for the local police, alongside her narc boyfriend, Cabel, in this tension-filled sequel. This time the pair must identify and catch a sexual predator working as a teacher in their school. Although their romance has moved to a new level, their love is tested by Janie's risky new role and deteriorating health. Through Janie's dreams and a journal left behind, the deceased Miss Stubin, a former dream catcher, teaches the teen how to control dreams. In a bittersweet ending, she also reveals the incredible power of dream catching and the toll it will ultimately take on Janie. The quick-paced, present-tense narration and realistic dialogue that gripped readers in the first book resume here. While the wild events at a teacher's party may seem exaggerated, the effects of GHB, the "date rape" drug, on both females and males will both frighten and enlighten. Fans will clamor for a third title. (Fiction. YA)
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Cabel's Library Letter
March 24, 2006, 2:28 p.m. (parallel to pages 204-05 in Fade, after Durbin's party and the breakup)
I can't even concentrate these days.
There's an old fireplace here in the front corner of the school library, but there's never any fire in it. Probably against code now or whatever. In front of it is a big grate, but there are still some ashes deep inside from a million years ago after this part of the school was built. I sit by it now, stare into it anyway, wishing for it. Wishing for something to warm me up inside.
It's so cold here in this corner.
I can't see her from here, and it bothers me more than I feel like admitting. But I made the stupid move over here from my regular library table, and I really can't go back now. It would be admitting defeat, and I'm not ready for that. Not ready to cave. Plus, I can't. I just . . . See, I figured out I'm just not wired for love. It's too hard. Too hard when they go away, or fuck with me. Or disappear. I'm done with that. I'm better off this way. It'll get easier eventually. Like it was before.
And shit, anyhow. Can't a guy take a nap without worrying? Without having somebody watching everything, getting too close? I don't do close. Not anymore. Tried that once and it messed up everything.
But what if she falls again? What if somebody sees her like that? What if she . . . I just force myself not to stand up, not to go, not to walk by to make sure. This sucks, it really does. Because I can't sit here, nervous for her anymore. It's wrecking me.
It's true. I did what I had to. The best thing for me is to just keep doing what I'm doing. Stay away from her. Don't let her catch my eye again . . . no way. Because damn, that's brutal. I can't stand looking into her eyes anymore. I just need to look down, get past this. Slog through it. Graduate and get the hell out of Fieldridge. Away.
Find something else to fix me. Or just go numb.
Before I choke. And my gut turns to ash, like that stupid cold fireplace.