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Kitty Takes a Holiday (Kitty Norville Series #3)

Kitty Takes a Holiday (Kitty Norville Series #3)

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by Carrie Vaughn

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After getting caught turning wolf on national television, Kitty retreats to a mountain cabin to recover and write her memoirs. But this is Kitty, so trouble is never far behind, and instead of Walden Pond, she gets Evil Dead. When werewolf hunter Cormac shows up with an injured Ben O'Farrell, Kitty's lawyer, slung over his shoulder, and a wolf-like creature with


After getting caught turning wolf on national television, Kitty retreats to a mountain cabin to recover and write her memoirs. But this is Kitty, so trouble is never far behind, and instead of Walden Pond, she gets Evil Dead. When werewolf hunter Cormac shows up with an injured Ben O'Farrell, Kitty's lawyer, slung over his shoulder, and a wolf-like creature with glowing red eyes starts sniffing around the cabin, Kitty wonders if any of them will get out of these woods alive...

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The third installment of Carrie Vaughn's supernatural fantasy series starring lycanthropic late-night radio host Kitty Norville (Kitty and the Midnight Hour and Kitty Goes to Washington) takes an emphatically romantic turn when Norville, on hiatus from her popular radio show, is compelled to care for her lawyer friend Ben O'Farrell, who has been bitten and infected by a werewolf.

While hidden away in a cabin in the wilds of southern Colorado, Norville is finding it difficult to write her memoirs -- especially when someone keeps painting bloody crosses on her door and leaving mutilated animal sacrifices hanging in the surrounding trees. But her autobiography takes a backseat when werewolf bounty hunter Cormac Bennett shows up on Norville's doorstep with a bloodied O'Farrell in tow. While assisting Bennett on a case in New Mexico involving a rogue werewolf, O'Farrell was brutally attacked and, in less than four days, will experience his first Change. As O'Farrell struggles to come to grips with his new affliction, Norville and Bennett talk to locals in an attempt to uncover who is using arcane blood magic to intimidate Norville into leaving. But when the full moon inevitably rises and Norville and Bennett Change, the radio personality finds the unexpected: companionship, love, acceptance -- and the beginnings of her own pack.

Featuring a strong and sexy heroine, this fast-paced and engaging saga will thoroughly engage fans of authors like Kim Harrison and Julie Kenner. It's a far-from-normal paranormal fantasy. Paul Goat Allen
Publishers Weekly

Having established a successful radio show, revealed herself to the nation as a werewolf and testified in Senate hearings on the supernatural, Vaughn's plucky series heroine, Kitty Norville, is ready to lay low in a remote Colorado cabin and work on her memoirs. Her plans get derailed when werewolf hunter Cormac Bennett shows up at Kitty's hideaway with her lawyer, Ben O'Farrell, who has been bitten—and infected—by a werewolf. Soon after Kitty takes them in, hoping to help Ben adjust to his new predicament, she discovers gruesome animal sacrifices at her door. It becomes apparent that a malevolent force is staking out the cabin, targeting one of them, and Cormac's hunt for it takes them all in some unexpected directions. Kitty's matter-of-fact voice continues to mine the horror and romantic material for laughs—especially in her prank calls to a rival DJ—and Vaughn's universe is convincing and imaginative, providing enough series mythology to satisfy without slowing down the narrative. (Apr.)

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VOYA - Amy Sisson
In this third installment in the Kitty series, Kitty Norville has retreated to a cabin in the woods to write a book about her life as a late-night radio host and werewolf. She does not appear to be welcome, however, as evidenced by the skinned animal carcasses and curse symbols that keep appearing around her cabin. Discouraged by this animosity and a bad case of writer's block, Kitty is increasingly tempted to slip into wolf form and permanently leave the human world behind until Cormac, the werewolf hunter who has crossed paths with Kitty before, shows up with Kitty's lawyer Ben, who has been newly bitten by a werewolf. Grateful to have someone else's problems to worry about, Kitty busies herself nursing Ben, both physically and psychologically, through his transition to lycanthropy. Meanwhile Cormac calls in a medicine man to help identify the perpetrators whose attempts to curse Kitty may have inadvertently summoned a new and different evil to the area. As with the previous books, this installment is entertaining and fast-paced, and it nicely advances the overall series narrative, particularly as it pertains to Kitty's relationships with Cormac and Ben. Although the imagery associated with the animal carcasses is disturbing, the book's violent elements are never glorified, especially because Kitty herself finds them so repugnant. The few sex scenes are handled tastefully. The Kitty books continue to be a natural choice for older YA readers.
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"Vaughn's universe is convincing and imaginative, providing enough series mythology to satisfy without slowing down the narrative." ---Publishers Weekly

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Kitty Takes a Holiday

By Carrie Vaughn

Warner Books

Copyright © 2007 Carrie Vaughn
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ISBN: 978-0-446-61874-8

Chapter One

She runs for the joy of it, because she can, her strides stretching to cover a dozen feet every time she leaps. Her mouth is open to taste the air, which is sharp with cold. The month turns, and the swelling moon paints the night sky silver, lighting up patches of snow scattered through-out the woods. Not yet full moon, a rare moment to be set free before her time, but the other half of her being has no reason to lock her away. She is alone, but she is free, and so she runs.

Catching a scent, she swerves from her path, slows to a trot, puts her nose to the ground. Prey, fresh and warm. Lots of it here in the wild. The smell burns in the win-ter air. She stalks, drawing breath with fl aring nostrils, searching for the least flicker of movement. Her empty stomach clenches, driving her on. The smell makes her mouth water.

She has grown used to hunting alone. Must be careful, must not take chances. Her padded feet touch the ground lightly, ready to spring forward, to dart in one direction or another, making no sound on the forest floor. The scent-musky, hot fur and scat-grows strong, rocketing through her brain. All her nerves flare. Close now, closer, creeping on hunter's feet-

The rabbit springs from its cover, a rotted log grown over with shrubs. She's ready for it, without seeing it or hearing it she knows it is there, her hunter's sense filled by its presence. The moment it runs, she leaps, pins it to the ground with her claws and body, digs her teeth into its neck, clamping her jaw shut and ripping. It doesn't have time to scream. She drinks the blood pumping out of its torn and broken throat, devours its meat before the blood cools. The warmth and life of it fills her belly, lights her soul, and she pauses the slaughter to howl in victory-

My whole body flinched, like I'd been dreaming of falling and suddenly woken up. I gasped a breath-part of me was still in the dream, still falling, and I had to tell myself that I was safe, that I wasn't about to hit the ground. My hands clutched reflexively, but didn't grab sheets or pillow. A handful of last fall's dead leaves crumbled in my grip.

Slowly, I sat up, scratched my scalp, and smoothed back my tangled blonde hair. I felt the rough earth underneath me. I wasn't in bed, I wasn't in the house I'd been living in for the last two months. I lay in a hollow scooped into the earth, covered in forest detritus, sheltered by overhanging pine trees. Beyond the den, crusted snow lay in shadowed areas. The air was cold and biting. My breath fogged.

I was naked, and I could taste blood in the film covering my teeth.

Damn. I'd done it again.

Lots of people dream of having their picture on the cover of a national magazine. It's one of the emblems of fame, fortune, or at the very least fifteen minutes of notoriety. A lot of people actually do get their pictures on the covers of national magazines. The question is: Are you on the cover of a glamorous high-end fashion glossy, wearing a designer gown and looking fabulous? Or are you on the cover of Time, bedraggled and shell-shocked, with a caption reading, "Is This the Face of a Monster?" and "Are YOU in Danger?"

Guess which one I got.

The house I was renting-more like a cabin, a two-room vacation cottage connected to civilization by a dirt road and satellite TV-was far enough out from the town and road that I didn't bother getting dressed for the trek back. Not that I could have; I had forgotten to stash any clothes. Why would I, when I hadn't intended to Change and go running in the first place? Nothing to be done but walk back naked.

I felt better, walking with my skin exposed, the chill air raising goose bumps all over my flesh. I felt cleaner, somehow. Freer. I didn't worry-I followed no path, no hiking trails cut through these woods. No one would see me in this remote section of San Isabel National Forest land in southern Colorado, tucked into the mountains.

That was exactly how I wanted it.

I'd wanted to get away from it all. The drawback was, by getting away from it all I had less holding me to the world. I didn't have as many reasons to stay in my human body. If I'd been worried about someone seeing me naked, I probably wouldn't have shifted in the first place. Nights of the full moon weren't the only time lycanthropes could shape-shift; we could Change anytime we chose. I'd heard of werewolves who turned wolf, ran into the woods, and never came back. I didn't want that to happen to me. At least, I used to think I didn't want that to happen to me.

But it was getting awfully easy to turn Wolf and run in the woods, full moon or no.

I was supposed to be writing a book. With everything that had happened to me in the last couple of years- starting my radio show, declaring my werewolf identity on the air and having people actually believe me, testifying before a Senate committee hearing, getting far more attention than I ever wanted, no matter how much I should have seen it all coming-I had enough material for a book, or so I thought. A memoir or something. At least, a big publishing company thought I had enough material and offered me enough money that I could take time off from my show to write it. I was the celebrity du jour, and we all wanted to cash in on my fame while it lasted. Selling out had sounded so dreamy.

I put together about a dozen "Best of The Midnight Hour" episodes that could be broadcast without me, so the show would keep going even while I took a break. It'd keep people interested, keep my name out there, and maybe even draw in some new fans. I planned to do the Walden thing, retreat from society in order to better reflect. Escape the pressures of life, freeing myself to contemplate the deeper philosophical questions I would no doubt ponder while composing my great masterpiece.

Trouble was, you could get away from society and learn to be self-reliant, like Thoreau advocated. Turn your nose up at the rat race. But you couldn't escape yourself, your own doubts, your own conscience.

I didn't even know how to begin writing a book. I had pages of scribbled notes and not a single finished page. It all looked so unreal on paper. Really, where did I start? "I was born ..." then go into twenty years of a completely unremarkable life? Or start with the attack that made me a werewolf? That whole night was so complicated and seemed an abrupt way to start what I ultimately wanted to be an upbeat story. Did I start with the Senate hearings? Then how did I explain the whole mess that got me there in the first place?

So I stripped naked, turned Wolf, and ran in the woods to avoid the question. As hard as I'd struggled to hold on to my humanity, that was easier.

The closest town of any size to my cabin was Walsenburg, some thirty miles away, and that wasn't saying a whole lot. The place had pretty much stopped growing in the sixties. Main street was the state highway running through, just before it merged onto the interstate. The buildings along it were old-fashioned brick blocks. A lot of them had the original signs: family-owned businesses, hardware stores, and bars and the like. A lot of them were boarded up. A memorial across from the county courthouse paid tribute to the coal miners who had settled the region. To the southwest, the Spanish Peaks loomed, twin mountains rising some seven thousand feet above the plain. Lots of wild, lonely forest spread out around them. The next afternoon, I drove into town to meet my lawyer,

Ben O'Farrell, at a diner on the highway. He wouldn't drive any farther into the southern Colorado wilds than Walsenburg.

I spotted his car already parked on the street and pulled in behind it. Ben had staked out a booth close to the door. He was already eating, a hamburger and plate of fries. Not much on ceremony was Ben.

"Hi." I slipped into the seat across from him.

He reached for something next to him, then dropped it on the Formica table in front of me: a stack of mail addressed to me, delivered to his care. I tried to route as much of my communication through him as I could. I liked having a filter. Part of the Walden thing. The stack included a few magazines, nondescript envelopes, credit card applications. I started sorting through it.

"I'm fine, thanks, how are you?" I said wryly.

Ben was in his early thirties, rough around the edges. He seemed perpetually a day behind on his shaving, and his light brown hair was rumpled. He wore a gray suit jacket, but his shirt collar was open, the tie nowhere to be seen.

I could tell he was gritting his teeth behind his smile.

"Just because I drove all the way out here for you, don't ask me to be pleasant about it."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

I ordered a soda and hamburger from the waitress, while Ben set his briefcase on the table and pulled out packets of paper. He needed my signature in approximately a million different places. On the plus side, the documents meant I was the beneficiary of several generous out-of-court settlements relating to the fiasco my trip to Washington, D.C., last fall had turned into. Who knew getting kidnapped and paraded on live TV could be so lucrative? I also got to sign depositions in a couple of criminal cases. That felt good.

"You're getting twenty percent," I said. "You ought to be glowing."

"I'm still trying to decide if representing the world's first werewolf celebrity is worth it. You get the strangest phone calls, you know that?"

"Why do you think I give people your number and not mine?"

He collected the packets from me, double-checked them, stacked them together, and put them back in his briefcase. "You're lucky I'm such a nice guy."

"My hero." I rested my chin on my hands and batted my eyelashes at him. His snort of laughter told me how seriously he took me. That only made me grin wider.

"One other thing," he said, still shuffling pages in his briefcase, avoiding looking at me. "Your editor called. Wants to know how the book is going."

Technically, I had a contract. Technically, I had a deadline. I shouldn't have had to worry about that sort of thing when I was trying to prove my self-reliance by living simply and getting back to nature.

"Going, going, gone," I muttered.

He folded his hands in front of him. "Is it half done? A quarter done?"

I turned my gaze to a spot on the far wall and kept my mouth shut.

"Tell me it's at least started."

I heaved a sigh. "I'm thinking about it, honest I am."

"You know, it's perfectly reasonable for someone in your position to hire a ghostwriter. Or at least find a co-author. People do it all the time."

"No. I majored in English. I ought to be able to string a few sentences together."


I closed my eyes and made a "talk to the hand" gesture. He wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know.

"I'll work on it. I want to work on it. I'll put something together to show them to make them happy."

He pressed his lips together in an expression that wasn't quite a smile. "Okay."

I straightened and pretended like we hadn't just been talking about the book I wasn't writing. "Have you done anything about the sleazebag?"

He looked up from his food and glared. "There's no basis for a lawsuit. No copyright infringement, no trademark infringement, nothing."

"Come on, she stole my show!"

The sleazebag. She called herself "Ariel, Priestess of the Night," and starting about three months ago she hosted a radio talk show about the supernatural. Just like me. Well, just like I used to.

"She stole the idea," Ben said calmly. "That's it. It happens all the time. You know when one network has a hit medical drama, and the next season every other network rolls out a medical drama because they think that's what everyone wants? You can't sue for that sort of thing. It was going to happen sooner or later."

"But she's awful. Her show, it's a load of sensationalist garbage!"

"So do it better," he said. "Go back on the air. Beat her in the ratings. It's the only thing you can do."

"I can't. I need some time off." I slumped against the back of the booth.

He idly stirred the ketchup on his plate with a french fry. "From this end it looks like you're quitting."

I looked away. I'd been comparing myself to Thoreau because he made running away to the woods sound so noble. It was still running away.

He continued. "The longer you stay away, the more it looks like the people in D.C. who tried to bring you down won."

"You're right," I said, my voice soft. "I know you're right. I just can't think of anything to say."

"Then what makes you think you can write a book?"

This was too much of Ben being right for one day. I didn't answer, and he didn't push the subject.

He let me pay the bill. Together, we headed out to the street.

"Are you going straight back to Denver?" I asked.

"No. I'm going to Farmington to meet Cormac. He wants help with a job."

A job. With Cormac, that meant something nasty. He hunted werewolves-only ones who caused trouble, he'd assured me-and bagged a few vampires on the side. Just because he could.

Farmington, New Mexico, was another two hundred fifty miles west and south of here. "You'll only come as far as Walsenburg for me, but you'll go to Farmington for Cormac?"

"Cormac's family," he said.

I still didn't have that whole story, and I often asked myself how I'd gotten wrapped up with these two. I met Ben when Cormac referred him to me. And what was I doing taking advice about lawyers from a werewolf hunter? I couldn't complain; they'd both gotten me out of trouble on more than one occasion. Ben didn't seem to have any moral qualms about having both a werewolf and a werewolf hunter as clients. But then, were lawyers capable of having moral qualms?

"Be careful," I said.

"No worries," he said with a smile. "I just drive the car and bail him out of jail. He's the one who likes to live dangerously."

He opened the door of his dark blue sedan, threw his briefcase onto the front passenger seat, and climbed in. Waving, he pulled away from the curb and steered back onto the highway.

On the way back to my cabin, I stopped in the even smaller town of Clay, Population 320, Elevation 7400 feet. It boasted a gas station with an attached convenience store, a bed and breakfast, a backwoods outfitter, a hundred-yearold stone church-and that was it. The convenience store, the "Clay Country Store," sold the best home-baked chocolate chip cookies on this side of the Continental Divide. I couldn't resist their lure.

A string of bells hanging on the handle of the door rang as I entered. The man at the cash register looked up, frowned, and reached under the counter. He pulled out a rifle. Didn't say a word, just pointed it at me.

Yeah, the folks around here knew me. Thanks to the Internet and twenty-four-hour news networks, I couldn't be anonymous, even in the middle of nowhere.

I raised my hands and continued into the store. "Hi, Joe. I just need some milk and cookies, and I'll be on my way."

"Kitty? Is that you?" A woman's face popped up from behind a row of shelves filled with cans of motor oil and ice scrapers. She was about Joe's age, mid-fifties, her hair graying and pulled into a ponytail that danced. Where

Joe's eyes frowned, hers lit up.

"Hi, Alice," I said, smiling.

"Joe, put that down, how many times do I have to tell you?"

"Can't take any chances," he said.

I ignored him. Some fights you couldn't win. The first time he'd done this, when I came into the store and he recognized me as "that werewolf on TV," I'd been so proud of myself for not freaking out. I'd just stood there with my hands up and asked, "You have silver bullets in there?" He'd looked at me, looked at the rifle, and frowned angrily. The next time I came in, he announced, "Got silver this time."

I went around the shelves to where Alice was, where Joe and his rifle couldn't see me as easily.

"I'm sorry," Alice said. She was stocking cans of soup. "One of these days I'm going to hide that thing. If you'd call ahead, I could make up some chore for him and get him out of here."

"Don't worry about it. As long as I don't do anything threatening, I'm fine, right?" Not that people generally looked at me-a perky blonde twenty-something-and thought "bloodthirsty werewolf."

She rolled her eyes. "Like you could do anything threatening. I swear, that man lives in his own little world."

Yeah, the kind of world where shop owners kept rifl es under their counters, while their wives lined healing crystals along the top of the cash register. She also had a cross nailed over the shop door, and more crystals hanging from the windows.

They each had their own brand of protection, I supposed.

I hadn't decided yet if the werewolf thing really didn't bother some people, or if they still refused to believe it. I kind of suspected that was how it was with Alice. Like my mom-she treated it like it was some kind of club I'd joined. After full moon nights she'd say something like,

Did you have fun at your little outing, dear?

A lifetime of believing that these things didn't exist was hard to overcome.

"How do you two stay married?"


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"Vaughn's universe is convincing and imaginative, providing enough series mythology to satisfy without slowing down the narrative." —-Publishers Weekly

Meet the Author

Carrie Vaughn had the nomadic childhood of the typical Air Force brat, with stops in California, Florida, North Dakota, Maryland, and Colorado. The author of the bestselling Kitty Norville series, she has published over thirty short stories in science fiction and fantasy magazines. She lives in Boulder, Colorado.

Marguerite Gavin is a seasoned theater veteran, a five-time nominee for the prestigious Audie Award, and the winner of numerous AudioFile Earphones and Publishers Weekly awards. Marguerite has been an actor, director, and audiobook narrator for her entire professional career, and has over four hundred titles to her credit.

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Kitty Takes a Holiday (Kitty Norville Series #3) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 152 reviews.
BarbaraC More than 1 year ago
This is the 3rd book in the series. The overall story is becoming more complex, yet still captivating to the reader. I enjoyed the focus on Ben in this installment, and I admire how Kitty is handling the major obtacles in this story.
BookfanaticDY More than 1 year ago
I read the 4th book in the series first, it is a completely different twist on werewolves. I've just finished books 1-3 and enjoyed them all, Kitty can find some trouble.
C3_1991 More than 1 year ago
This book was when the series first started to get good in my opinion. Kitty became a much more believable character (the good and the bad), her relationship with men became more interesting and she really started to become her own person... not just someone rebelling or running away from something.
InvestedIvana More than 1 year ago
Kitty is hiding from her own life when she is forced to save the life of one her friends. This is one of the best books of the series! Kitty Takes a Holiday is my favorite book in the Kitty Norville series, and not just because of the romantic relationship between Kitty and Ben. The story arc in the first four books is about Kitty taking control of her life. She’s growing up, but not in a YA “coming-of-age” way. It’s more about whether, as an adult, you can overcome adversity and thrive, not just survive. In Holiday, Kitty has run away from dealing with life as a werewolf, from being exposed to the world, even from the fame her radio show has brought. She’s full of self-doubt and uncertainty about the future. There’s sort of a cocooning period you have to go through when you reinvent yourself, time to be introspective and really examine who you are and what you want. This is what Kitty’s holiday is about. Who knows how she would have emerged from that cocoon if Cormac and Ben hadn’t shown up. On a mission to hunt a rogue werewolf, Ben was bit. Cormac brought him to Kitty–the only other friendly werewolf he knows–for help. Kitty has to show Ben that being a werewolf is preferable to death before he makes Cormac shoot him. So she takes on the role of Alpha in her pack of two. Though she doubts her own ability to play the Alpha, she’s the only one who can, and Ben is depending on her. This, more than anything, is the push Kitty needs to see herself as a strong, independent person who is capable of dealing with adversity. Sometimes, we are willing to do more for others than we are for ourselves. The other great growth moment for Kitty is when she calls into a competing radio show to give some advice to another caller. Kitty has been hating “Ariel, Priestess of the Night” for quite some time, seeing her as a threat. She calls her “the sleezebag,” makes prank calls to the show, and tries to find a way to sue her. What Kitty really hates, of course, is that Ariel is doing the show while Kitty is hiding in the woods, but she isn’t willing to admit that. When Kitty makes a genuine call to Ariel and is recognized, she doesn’t get the response she expected. Ariel is a big Kitty fan, one who is trying to carry on Kitty’s work and add strength to the “voice” of the supernatural. The big difference between what Kitty believes about Ariel and what she discovers is true is a major reality check; one that shines light on her own self-pity and pettiness. Kitty Takes a Holiday is a pretty great study of the psychology of adapting to adversity. Kitty’s positive growth is contrasted by the actions of the antagonist, of course. And, as in most things in adult life, the ending is always perfectly happy. But it’s real, and the perfect launching pad for what Kitty has to face in the next book. Purchased. Review courtesy of onebooktwo | one book, two reviews.
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Berls More than 1 year ago
Disappointing! Actual rating is 2.5 stars.  My Initial Reaction...  Ugh! I'm pretty disappointed with Kitty Takes a Holiday. After the excitement and forward momentum of Kitty Goes to Washington this felt like taking several steps backward. The last 50% was significantly better than the first but overall, I just needed something more. The Narration...  Marguerite Gavin IS Kitty for me and she's grown on me even more with Kitty Takes a Holiday. There were a pretty broad spectrum of characters and voices - complete with accents - that she had to deliver and she nailed them. She still doesn't have that special something that blows me away, but she's a solid narrator and I will definitely consider other books she narrates.  The Characters...  Damn it Kitty! You were doing so good! Kitty had been such a submissive wolf at the start of this series, but over the course of the last two books she grew so much. That growth isn't gone, exactly, in Kitty Takes a Holiday but it's been replaced a bit by someone who's moping around feeling sorry for herself. You know what's worse than feeling sorry for yourself? Reading about someone else doing it! It was so boring and annoying. I know she had every right to feel a little (or a lot) shell shocked after what happened to her in Kitty Goes to Washington, but the way she was handling it I felt like the Kitty I had cheered on for being ballsy as hell was gone. Oh and she's still not on the radio in Kitty Takes a Holiday, which is another book missing what had been my favorite element of this series when it began.  Things really picked up when Cormick and Ben enter the picture, but it still had a very disappointing edge to it. Ben, her lawyer, who I absolutely loved in Kitty Goes to Washington isn't the same in this book. For the sake of avoiding spoilers, I'll just say that I miss the old Ben. And the Cormick... well I kinda loved him more in this book, probably just because I got to see a lot more of him. He hasn't really changed or anything, I just know him better and like that much more.  The Story...  So the first half, give or take a bit, of Kitty Takes a Holiday centers around Kitty's retreat from civilization to work on a book about her life and her inability to write it, not to mention the difficulty of dealing with the people in the small town where she's staying. It could be summed up as: Kitty Goes to the Country to Hide and Stick Her Tail Between Her Legs. Yep, I was bored. There was some important foundation laid for the rest of the book in this section, but boy do I wish it could have been hurried a long a bit.  Then Cormick and Ben show up and things get interesting. In a really depressing kind of way. I was glued to Kitty Takes a Holiday from this point on - there was interesting conversation, action, romance, plot twists. All the good stuff, but I kept feeling my stomach drop. Nothing went the way I would have liked and, while I'm totally okay with that in general (because it's not my story afterall), I'm very worried about where the future books will go because of some of the plot twists in Kitty Takes a Holiday.  Concluding Sentiments...  I just hope Carrie Vaughn has some really great twists up her sleeve, because with how Kitty Takes A Holiday left me, I'm pretty discouraged about where the series is going. Kitty seems to be recovered, though, so I'm sticking with it for a least one more book. And then we'll see.
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I love thesse books my cousin got me started on them she got me the frist book for my b-day n when i started reading it i cldnt put it down. But i also cldnt find them any where when i got down reading it now two yrs latter i got this nook which i love to. Thats when i was able to finley read more im glad to cause they r realy good
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I was lucky to have found this series late. I read thru all the books in 2 days time. Cant wait for the next one. A paranormal series that dosent hold back!
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