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Escaping from the hospital, Emery travels to Esperanza, the town from her loops on the upper peninsula of Michigan, where she meets Asher Clarke. Ash's life is governed by his single-minded pursuit of performing good Samaritan acts to atone for the death of a loved one. His journey is very much entwined with Emery's loops.
Drawn together they must unravel their complicated connection before it's too late.
“The loss of oxygen, however temporary, however minimal in the grand scheme of things, is taking its toll.” Dr. Chen spoke in low tones, but she knew I was listening.
“What was the length of this episode?” Dad asked. Present-day Dad. Distant Dad. Emotionless Dad.
I turned toward the window then and tuned them out. This episode had been long. The loop had been long, and I knew it.
They knew it too, I think. My body was having a harder time coming out of it. I could tell. My breath was still uneven in my chest, and I had been awake and back here for over an hour. My double vision had stopped, but still I knew that it was getting worse.
When I was younger, when I was little, I barely noticed the physical effects of looping. It was just my brain, my thoughts, left with all these odd little questions about the other places, the other people, my other lives.
Back then, I thought I was normal. I thought the loops were normal. Daydreams.
But I started to put the pieces together when I was about six:
“Her eyes flutter when she sleeps, Jonathan. We need to talk about this.” Mom’s lips were pressed together, and she had that fist at her hip, her elbow cocked out in that funny way, the way that always told me she meant business.
“REM,” Dad quipped. “Particularly vivid dreams.” He didn’t look up from his newspaper.
“Seems more than that,” Mom answered, watching me carefully as I drew with crayons at the kitchen counter. “And the stories she tells.”
Uh-oh, I remember thinking to myself. I knew they were not dreams. Mom knew this too, I think. Part of me wanted to run and hide under the butterfly bedspread in my room, but the other part of me, the part that was on the cusp of grasping that something different, something important, was being addressed or at least circled, wanted to stay. Even then, I guess I was hungry for answers.
“Tell him how I knew about your old doggie, Mom.”
“Jonathan,” Mom said sternly. Dad looked up from his newspaper then.
“Tell me, Emery,” Dad said. “What are you dreaming?”
“He only has three legs, and he has one black spot on his eye. He likes to play in the water. On the beach.” I looked at Mom. She nodded, urging me to go on. “He goes under the water and stays for a second. You get afraid, Mom, like he’s drowning. But then he pops up.”
It was silent for a moment while my parents traded looks, and then Dad said, “I’m sure you told her about these memories, Veronica. She’s seen the pictures.”
Mom shook her head. “Emery, tell him about how Bailey lost his leg.”
“Well, he got his leg caught in a squirrel trap in the woods. It had metal teeth.” I made a big chomping sound, my teeth meeting with a click.
“I thought it was just a car accident,” Dad said.
“So did I. That’s what they told me,” Mom said, eyeing Dad hard. “But I just asked my mother about it earlier. Emery’s right. Bailey gnawed himself out of the trap. Limped home. My parents concocted the whole story because they thought the truth was too violent.”
“Maybe your mom told her,” Dad offered. But Mom just looked at him, shook her head.
Dad studied me, like he was seeing me for the first time. And I knew, even at age six, that something important was going on. That I was different somehow.
I think I scared Mom back then.
I remembered how her eyes had narrowed at me when I had been about to tell my grandmother, Nan, about the loops. From then on, I just instinctively knew it was all a secret. That had been when I was about seven, right before Mom died, before it was just Dad and me against the world.
Then, a few years later, I was fairly certain I had my episodes figured out. I chose my words very carefully, and I explained to Dad that I was jumping the space-time continuum. And I think I finally scared Dad too.
I listened to the beeps on the monitors and let my eyes unfocus in the low-lit room, all the glowing numbers and blips fading into a blurry cloud of blues and greens. I bit down on what was left of my thumbnail and closed my eyes, swallowing hard. I turned back toward Dad and Dr. Chen. I took a deep breath and summoned my courage.
“You know it’s a loop, right?” I said. “Tell me you’re considering it.”
“Emery, of course—” Dad began, running his hand nervously through his thinning hair, his eyes avoiding mine. The gesture angered me. He was brushing me off.
“You’re going to go bald,” I said, wanting to hurt him. Something.
“In the future. Someday. I saw it.” I hated how childish I sounded.
“Don’t sweetheart me.” I tried to sound stern, but I was tired, and my voice was uneven, shaky.
Dr. Chen surprised me then, pulling up a chair and sitting next to my bed. “Emery, of course we are considering it. It’s just that we have to consider all the options in front of us. It’s not that we don’t believe you.” She was younger than some of the others. And she looked at me a little more like I was a person and not just a lab chimp.
Posted October 16, 2013
Posted October 15, 2013
There were ponys scattered around the remains of Ponyville. Though the village was far beyond repair, ponys huddled in attempt to keep warm. The Windigos were as relentless as always, blowing the coldest wind. Frost clung to the surviviors pelts, sometimes there was so much frost on them their cutie marks were hardly visible. The skys were dark, but it was no suprise. Only a year had passed, and so much had changed. Those who were alive savored their memorys of when Nightmare Moon seemed long gone. Of course, all it did was make them miss those times more. The Six was the only group that fought back. Nopony else. They hadnt been seen for a while. Nothing had happened. Ponies were starting to wonder where they went...Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 7, 2013
Flutter was a gift to my granddaughter (12). She loved it and suggested I would enjoy it, she was right. Gina Linko has found a way onto our list of authors with this wonderfully written story. We are looking forward to her next novel.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 12, 2013
Great read. Once the book got going it was a real page turner which I could not put down. Fantastic characters, especially Emery (main character). The supernatural element is not overwhelming and the story draws you in as if it were something which could actually happen. Highly recommend picking up a copy!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 19, 2013
Posted November 12, 2012
I think Ms. Linko wrote a winner in Flutter. I am immediately drawn to the main character Emery. I like books with medical issues and also books with supernatural elements and this managed to take those two things and fuse them into something awesome.
We get to see right away that while it looks like a seizure from the outside her "condition" goes so much further than that. She is trying to convince scientist Dad that she loops through time, knowing things she couldn't possibly from the past and seeing parallel futures.
I loved getting to know Ash, the love interest. He is so mysterious and I can't help but wonder how he connects to the loops and what he is hiding. I love the moments of tenderness between the two, as well as the build up with their relationship.
Ms. Linko worked all of the plot elements together wonderfully and I really enjoyed reading how everything pieced together. Things that seem totally unrelated actually are moving the plot ahead and have significance.
The ending is nowhere what I expected, and at first, I was even unhappy with it. But the more I think about it, I like it more and more. It really is fitting and where the story was building up to with the small clues (and some not so small) could really be the most poetic and what the characters were meant for.
Posted October 25, 2012
Flutter by Gina Linko pulls readers along with Emery Land as she questions what is happening in her loops and what is happening in her life.
These are difficult questions to answer. I mean, if someone told you that she was time traveling, would you believe her?
Most likely, each and every one of you would have a different reaction. Linko does an excellent job of depicting these different reactions with the people who make up Emery’s world. First, there is Emery’s father, a scientist who is most concerned with keeping Emery alive even if he doesn’t quite know how to show it. Second, there are Emery’s doctors, so determined to find an explanation that they treat Emery like a specimen instead of a human being. Then, there is Gia, Emery’s best friend. Gia allows Emery to think that she believes her, lets Emery down when she needs her most, and then finds Emery when no one else can. Lastly, there is Ash, who believes in Emery’s loops with all his heart, possibly because he is so close to them.
Of all of these characters, Ash is easily the most likeable. Ash is the type of boy all girls fall for even though they know they shouldn’t. He is tortured and potentially dangerous, but that just means that he needs a girl to fix him. Ash’s character arc is probably one of the most touching I have ever seen. The guy who sleeps outside Emery’s cabin turns into the guy with secrets. Once his secrets are revealed, there is nothing—well, almost nothing—keeping Emery and readers from falling for him.
Linko’s use of first person narration allows readers to be right there with Emery as she struggles to find answers before it is too late. I was able to feel Emery’s desperation—her desperation to understand the loops, her desperation for her father to understand her, her desperation to be with Ash. Emery acts exactly like someone who knows she doesn’t have all of the time in the world to live would act, and I appreciated the realism of that.
I have seen Flutter referred to as science fiction, but to me, it’s a mystery. What are Emery’s loops? What is Ash’s secret? Will Emery’s loops kill her? Will Ash ever forgive himself? I cannot even begin to describe how amazed I was by the answers to these questions. Gina Linko has written a novel filled with questions that seem impossible to answer and then answered them in the most breathtakingly beautiful way imaginable.
Posted October 23, 2012
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Posted November 5, 2012
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