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She doesn't see dead people, but…
She senses when someone near her is about to die. And when that happens, a force beyond her control compels her to scream bloody murder. Literally.
Kaylee just wants to enjoy having caught the attention of the hottest guy in school. But a normal date is hard to come by when Nash seems to know more about her need to scream than she does. And when classmates start dropping dead for no apparent reason, only Kaylee knows who'll be next…
"Come on!" Emma whispered from my right, her words floating from her mouth in a thin white cloud. She glared at the battered steel panel in front of us, as if her own impatience would make the door open. "She forgot, Kaylee. I should have known she would." More white puffs drifted from Emma's perfectly painted mouth as she bounced to stay warm, her curves barely contained in the low-cut shimmery red blouse she'd "borrowed" from one of her sisters.
Yes, I was a little envious; I had few curves and no sister from whom to borrow hot clothes. But I did have the time, and one glance at my cell phone told me it was still four minutes to nine. "She'll be here." I smoothed the front of my own shirt and slid my phone into my pocket as Emma knocked for the third time. "We're early. Just give her a minute."
My own puff of breath had yet to fade when metal creaked and the door swung slowly toward us, leaking rhythmic flashes of smoky light and a low thumping beat into the cold, dark alley. Traci Marshall—Emma's youngest older sister—stood with one palm flat against the door, holding it open. She wore a snug, low-cut black tee, readily displaying the family resemblance, as if the long blond hair wasn't enough.
"'Bout time!" Emma snapped, stepping forward to brush past her sister. But Traci slapped her free hand against the door frame, blocking our entrance.
She returned my smile briefly, then frowned at her sister. "Nice to see you too. Tell me the rules."
Emma rolled wide-set brown eyes and rubbed her bare, goose-pimpled arms—we'd left our jackets in my car. "No alcohol, no chemicals. No fun of any sort." She mumbled that last part, and I stifled a smile.
"What else?" Traci demanded, obviously struggling to maintain a rare scowl.
"Come together, stay together, leave together," I supplied, reciting the same lines we'd repeated each time she snuck us in—only twice before. The rules were lame, but I knew from experience that we wouldn't get in without them.
"And "
Emma stamped her feet for warmth, chunky heels clacking on the concrete. "If we get caught, we don't know you."
As if anyone would believe that. The Marshall girls were all cast from the same mold: a tall, voluptuous mold that put my own modest curves to shame.
Traci nodded, apparently satisfied, and let her hand fall from the door frame. Emma stepped forward and her sister frowned, pulling her into the light from the hall fixture overhead. "Is that Cara's new shirt?"
Emma scowled and tugged her arm free. "She'll never know it's gone."
Traci laughed and motioned with one arm toward the front of the club, from which light and sound flooded the back rooms and offices. Now that we were all inside, she had to shout to be heard over the music. "Enjoy the rest of your life while it lasts, 'cause she's gonna bury you in that shirt."
Unperturbed, Emma danced her way down the hall and into the main room, hands in the air, hips swaying with the pulse of the song. I followed her, keyed up by the energy of the Saturday-night crowd from the moment I saw the first cluster of bodies in motion.
We worked our way into the throng and were swallowed by it, assimilated by the beat, the heat and the casual partners pulling us close. We danced through several songs, together, alone and in random pairs, until I was breathing hard and damp with sweat. I signaled Emma that I was going for a drink, and she nodded, already moving again as I worked my way toward the edge of the crowd.
Behind the bar, Traci worked alongside another bartender, a large, dark man in a snug black tee, both oddly lit by a strip of blue neon overhead. I claimed the first abandoned bar stool, and the man in black propped both broad palms on the bar in front of me.
"I got this one," Traci said, one hand on his arm. He nodded and moved on to the next customer. "What'll it be?" Traci smoothed back a stray strand of pale, blue-tinted hair.
I grinned, leaning with both elbows on the bar. "Jack and Coke?"
She laughed. "I'll give you the Coke." She shot soda into a glass of ice and slid it toward me. I pushed a five across the bar and swiveled on my stool to watch the dance floor, scanning the multitude for Emma. She was sandwiched between two guys in matching UT Dallas fraternity tees and neon, legal-to-drink bracelets, all three grinding in unison.
Emma drew attention like wool draws static.
Still smiling, I drained my soda and set my glass on the bar.
"Kaylee Cavanaugh."
I jumped at the sound of my own name and whirled toward the stool to my left. My gaze settled on the most hypnotic set of hazel eyes I'd ever seen, and for several seconds I could only stare, lost in the most amazing swirls of deep brown and vivid green, which seemed to churn in time with my own heartbeat—though surely they were just reflecting the lights flashing overhead. My focus only returned when I had to blink, and the momentary loss of contact brought me back to myself.
That's when I realized who I was staring at.
Nash Hudson. Holy crap. I almost looked down to see if ice had anchored my feet to the floor, since hell had surely frozen over. Somehow I'd stepped off the dance floor and into some weird warp zone where irises swam with color and Nash Hudson smiled at me, and me alone.
I picked up my glass, hoping for one last drop to rewet my suddenly dry throat—and wondered fleetingly if Traci had spiked my Coke—but discovered it every bit as empty as I'd expected.
"Need a refill?" Nash asked, and that time I made my mouth open. After all, if I was dreaming—or in the Twilight Zone— I had nothing to lose by speaking. Right?
"I'm good. Thanks." I ventured a hesitant smile, and my heart nearly exploded when I saw my grin reflected on his upturned, perfectly formed lips.
"How'd you get in here?" He arched one brow, more in amusement than in real curiosity. "Crawl through the window?"
"Back door," I whispered, feeling my face flush. Of course he knew I was a junior—too young even for an eighteen-and-over club, like Taboo.
"What?" He grinned and leaned closer to hear me above the music. His breath brushed my neck, and my pulse pounded so hard I felt light-headed. He smelled sooo good.
"Back door," I repeated into his ear. "Emma's sister works here."
"Emma's here?"
I pointed her out on the dance floor—now swaying with three guys at once—and assumed that would be the last I saw of Nash Hudson. But to my near-fatal shock, he dismissed Em at a glance and turned back to me with a mischievous gleam in those amazing eyes.
"Aren't you gonna dance?"
My hand was suddenly sweaty around my empty glass. Did that mean he wanted to dance with me? Or that he wanted the bar stool for his girlfriend?
No, wait. He'd dumped his latest girlfriend the week before, and the sharks were already circling the fresh meat. Though they're not circling him now I saw no one from Nash's usual crowd, either clustered around him or on the dance floor.
"Yeah, I'm gonna dance," I said, and again, his eyes were swirling green melting into brown and back, flashing blue occasionally in the neon glow. I could have stared at his eyes for hours. But he probably would have thought that was weird.
"Let's go!" He took my hand and stood as I slid off the bar stool, and I followed him onto the dance floor. A fresh smile bloomed on my face, and my chest seemed to tighten around my heart in anticipation. I'd known him for a while—Emma had gone out with a few of his friends—but had never been the sole object of his attention. Had never even considered the possibility.
If Eastlake High School were the universe, I would be one of the moons circling Planet Emma, constantly hidden by her shadow, and glad to be there. Nash Hudson would be one of the stars: too bright to look at, too hot to touch and at the center of his own solar system.
But on the dance floor, I forgot all that. His light was shining directly on me, and it was sooo warm.
We wound up only feet from Emma, but with Nash's hands on me, his body pressed into mine, I barely noticed. That first song ended, and we were moving to the next one before I even fully realized the beat had changed.
Several minutes later, I glimpsed Emma over Nash's shoulder. She stood at the bar with one of the guys she'd been grinding with, and as I watched, Traci set a drink in front of each of them. When her sister turned around, Emma grabbed her partner's drink—something dark with a wedge of lime on the rim—and drained it in three gulps. Frat boy smiled, then pulled her back into the crowd.
I made a mental note not to let Emma drive my car—ever— then let my eyes wander back to Nash, where they wanted to be in the first place. But on the way, my gaze was snagged by an unfamiliar sheet of strawberry-blond hair, crowning the head of the only girl in the building to rival Emma in beauty. This girl, too, had her choice of dance partners, and though she couldn't have been more than eighteen, she'd obviously had much more to drink than Emma.
But despite how pretty and obviously charismatic she was, watching her dance twisted something deep inside my gut and made my chest tighten, as if I couldn't quite get enough air. Something was wrong with her. I wasn't sure how I knew, but I was absolutely certain that something was not right with that girl.
"You okay?" Nash shouted, laying one hand on my shoulder, and suddenly I realized I'd gone still, while everyone around me was still writhing to the beat.
"Yeah!" I shook off my discomfort and was relieved to find that looking into Nash's eyes chased away that feeling of wrong-ness, leaving in its place a new calm, eerie in its depth and reach.
We danced for several more songs, growing more comfortable with each other with every moment that passed. By the time we stopped for a drink, sweat was gathering on the back of my neck and my arms were damp.
I lifted the bulk of my hair to cool myself and waved to Emma with my free hand as I turned to follow Nash off the dance floor—and nearly collided with that same strawberry blonde. Not that she noticed. But the minute my eyes found her, that feeling was back in spades—that strong discomfort, like a bad taste in my mouth, only all over my body. And this time it was accompanied by an odd sadness. A general melancholy that felt specifically connected to this one person. Whom I'd never met.
"Kaylee?" Nash yelled over the music. He stood at the bar, holding two tall glasses of soda, slick with condensation. I closed the space between us and took the glass he offered, a little frightened to notice that this time, even staring straight into his eyes couldn't completely relax me. Couldn't quite loosen my throat, which threatened to close against the cold drink I so desperately craved.
"What's wrong?" We stood inches apart, thanks to the throng pressing ever closer to the bar, but he still had to lean into me to be heard.
"I don't know. Something about that girl, that redhead over there—" I nodded toward the dancer in question "—bothers me." Well, crap. I hadn't meant to admit that. It sounded so pathetic aloud.
But Nash only glanced at the girl, then back at me. "Seems okay to me. Assuming she has a ride home "
"Yeah, I guess." But then the current song ended, and the girl stumbled—looking somehow graceful, even when obviously intoxicated—off the dance floor and toward the bar. Headed right for us.
My heart beat harder with every step she took. My hand curled around my glass until my knuckles went white. And that familiar sense of melancholy swelled into an overwhelming feeling of grief. Of dark foreboding.
I gasped, startled by a sudden, gruesome certainty.
Not again. Not with Nash Hudson there to watch me completely freak out. My breakdown would be all over the school on Monday, and I could kiss goodbye what little social standing I'd gained.
Nash set his glass down and peered into my face. "Kaylee? You okay?" But I could only shake my head, incapable of answering. I was far from okay, but couldn't articulate the problem in any way resembling coherence. And suddenly the potentially devastating rumors looked like minor blips on my disaster meter compared to the panic growing inside me.
Each breath came faster than the last, and a scream built deep within my chest. I clamped my mouth shut to hold it back, grinding my teeth painfully. The strawberry blonde stepped up to the bar on my left, and only a single stool and its occupant stood between us. The male bartender took her order and she turned sideways to wait for her drink. Her eyes met mine. She smiled briefly, then stared out onto the dance floor.
Horror washed over me in a devastating wave of intuition. My throat closed. I choked on a scream of terror. My glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. The redheaded dancer squealed and jumped back as ice-cold soda splattered her, me, Nash, and the man on the stool to my left. But I barely noticed the frigid liquid, or the people staring at me.
I saw only the girl, and the dark, translucent shadow that had enveloped her.
"Kaylee?" Nash tilted my face up so that our eyes met. His were full of concern, the colors swirling almost out of control now in the flashing lights. Watching them made me dizzy.
I wanted to tell him something. Anything. But if I opened my mouth, the scream would rip free, and then anyone who wasn't already looking at me would turn to stare. They'd think I'd lost my mind.
Maybe they'd be right.
"What's wrong?" Nash demanded, stepping closer to me now, heedless of the glass and the wet floor. "Do you have seizures?" But I could only shake my head at him, refusing passage to the wail trying to claw its way out of me, denying the existence of a narrow bed in a sterile white room, awaiting my return.
And suddenly Emma was there. Emma, with her perfect body, beautiful face and heart the size of an elephant's. "She'll be fine." Emma pulled me away from the bar as the male bartender came forward with a mop and bucket. "She just needs some air." She waved off Traci's worried look and frantic hand gestures, then tugged me through the crowd by one arm.
I clamped my free palm over my mouth and shook my head furiously when Nash tried to take that hand in his. I should have been worried about what he would think. That he would want nothing else to do with me now that I'd publicly embarrassed him. But I couldn't concentrate long enough to worry about anything but the redhead at the bar. The one who'd watched us leave through a shadow-shroud only I could see.
Emma led me past the bathrooms and into the back hall, Nash close on my heels. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"Nothing." Emma paused to turn and smile at us both, and gratitude broke through my dark terror for just an instant. "It's a panic attack. She just needs some fresh air and time to calm down."
But that's where she was wrong. It wasn't time I needed, so much as space. Distance, between me and the source of the panic. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room in the whole club to get me far enough away from the girl at the bar. Even with me standing by the back door, the panic was as strong as ever. The unspoken shriek burned my throat, and if I unclenched my jaws—if I lost control—my scream would shatter eardrums all over Taboo. It would put the thumping dance beat to shame, and possibly blow out the speakers—if not the windows.
All because of some redhead I didn't even know.
Just thinking about her sent a fresh wave of devastation through me, and my knees collapsed. My fall caught Emma off guard, and I would have pulled her down if Nash hadn't caught me.
He lifted me completely off the ground, cradling me like a child, and followed Emma out the back door with me secure in his arms. The club had been dim, but the alley was dark, and it went quiet once the door thumped shut behind us, Emma's bank card keeping the latch from sliding home. The frigid near-silence should have calmed me, but the racket in my head had reached its zenith. The scream I refused to release slammed around in my brain, reverberating, echoing, punctuating the grief still thick in my heart.
Nash set me down in the alley, but by then my thoughts had lost all semblance of logic or comprehension. I felt something smooth and dry beneath me, and only later would I realize Emma had found a collapsed box for him to set me on.
My jeans had ridden up on my legs when Nash carried me, and the cardboard was cold and gritty with grime against my calves.
"Kaylee?" Emma knelt in front of me, her face inches from mine, but I couldn't make sense of a word she said after my name. I heard only my own thoughts. Just one thought, actually.
One of the first things that caught my eye about the book My Soul to Take by Rachel Vincent was that it was about banshees, or bean sidhes as they're referred to in the book. In a time when ya literature is swarmed with vampire novels (which I do love)and other paranormal activity, it was nice to find a novel that brought a new subject into the light. Never before had I read a book about Banshees. And I was amazed by this one (I'm a new banshee fan!). This story is about Kaylee Cavanaugh, who is slowly discovering that she is a Banshee. The story continues as she catches the attention of Nash Hudson, a very popular (though surprisingly sensitive) jock. Nash seems to know a lot about what's wrong with Kaylee. He helps her (along with Kaylee's best friend Emma) as they discover that something terrible is happening to teenage girls in their area. And all signs point to the Netherworld, a frightening place that is like an alternate reality where demons roam. As the tension goes on the stakes get higher. Any girl could be next...including Kaylee or Emma. This book was packed with action, romance and thrills and I couldn't put it down! I recommend this book to anyone who loves a good paranormal romance (but perhaps is looking for something fresh).
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It has been a long time since a book has forced me to stay up reading, let alone finish in a day. I could not put this book down. I have been trying to find a new series to captivate me the way Twilight has and this has definately done it. Now don't misunderstand me, this is nothing like Twilight. So far no vampire or werewolves, but it does deal with another kind of supernatural being that I haven't seen to often in stories, Banshees or (Bean Sidhes) as it's written in the story. I am a vampire/paranormal romance reader and I am so glad I decided to buy this book, along with the 2nd in it's series, My Soul to Keep, which I will start reading tonight. I love the characters, I like the originality of the story, and I love Rachel Vincent's style of writing which made it easier for me to rlate to the story. Especially when at one point she writes, "Whatever I'd glimpsed was too big to be a rodent-unless we'd stepped into Buttercup's fire swamp-..." Only people who have seen the Princess Bride as many times as I have will understand that line, and I absolutely loved it. Definately will read more from her!!!
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.OHMYFREAKINGGOSH! I mean wowza. I have not read a story this original since uh hmm? I want to say ever, but that is untrue and unfair. So I will say its been awhile. Generally I have a problem with characters harping on how plain jane they are, unremarkably unattractive they are and/or how so amazing they are but since this is teenage girls, I find it acceptable. And even if I say I don't remember being as hot under the collar as Kaylee, I would be lying if I said I never was. It's just been so long. That said, the only real problem I had with the book was how fast and uneventful Kaylee and Nash established coupledom. And why? There was no time for us to see What they liked about each other, besides the fizzle business in the parts below. But that can be chalked up to my age. I need the substance that builds lasting love not the tingling neither parts that feeds luurve. But again hello, high schoolers.
Now to everything else which I love. I loove it wasn't the overdone vampires, werewolves, shape shifters ect. Which even when done right and unique is still sort of like old hat. So kudos right off for that.
The characters were believable teens. The loyalty, the cliques, the stereotypes groups. I am a firm believer that cliches are based in facts. Cheer/dance squads are mainly (b)witchy, girls within the same age range in same family have that competition for attention, girls do try to screw each other over when it comes to a high school hottie. So it was all believable.
Now the imagery and consistency of it. Now with me I get bored with the scenery and backdrop descriptions. But other than that I sorta skim until I get past it and back to the substance. But that's just me. The netherworld description was well done.
Okay, maybe I was a bad kid but if my parents pulled the crap her family pulled, they would not get off the hook that easily. I would be highly P-O'd. Honestly, you chose to have me believe I am crazy rather than tell me what was up? Heck no would they live that down. Kaylee was mad, which I loved but not mad enough. Kaylee was snarky but not nearly enough.
Best of all it left me begging for more in the series. And unlike house of night Kaylee is not near the whore of the heart Zoey is. Which is hard to do in a YA novel. YA Girls love boys boys boys! And Vincent adds that hmm nice 3 point dimension to the story.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Kaylee Cavanaugh she is not your average teenager. When someone around her is about to die, she gets an uncontrollable urge to scream. After getting information from her Uncle and new boyfriend Nash, she realizes there is a lot more to learn about who she is and what she can do. The story takes place over a short period of time, but the plot is chock full of twists and turns, with a climactic ending that sneaks up and punches you in the gut.
MY SOUL TO TAKE is a great paranormal romance story for teen girls. Kaylee deals with the usual paranormal issues ("Where did I come from and how do I learn to control my powers?") along with the more normal teenage issues ("Does he like me and am I pretty enough for him?") Together with some uncommon paranormal myths, readers will delight in the Soul Screamers series.
This book is a great start to the new Harlequin Teen line-up. Vincent has written an engrossing and spooky tale that will leave new readers begging for more action and answers! (While waiting for more, readers can check out the prequel, MY SOUL TO LOSE, available for free download on the eHarlequin site.
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Posted November 11, 2011
Read the novellas first... then dive right into the five books in the "Soul Screamers" series! I hope there will be a # 6!!!
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.When I first got this book about three weeks ago, I was definitly kinda stepping away from the Vampire werewolf theme...But Rachel Vincent is one of my favorite authors...After actually reading this book I couldn't put it down and I finished it in one day...It was that good...Its something different but still in the paranormal section...It reminds me of that show "Dead Like me" But ten times better...I loved the whole Banshee and grim Reaper thing! I just wished it was more thicker...But other than that it was worth the money and time!
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.I really enjoyed reading this book. And i m craving for the second one to come. It is now in my top list of books.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.Kaylee Cavanaugh is not your average teenage girl.
There's something a bit off about her.
Whenever she's near someone who is about to die, she can sense it. When that happens, she feels the urge to scream loud enough for everyone to hear.
Kaylee wants to be a normal girl. Being a normal girl to Kaylee is going out on a date with her crush, Nash, who also happens to be the hottest guy in school. But going out on that date has to take a backseat when classmates start dropping dead for no apparent reason. Nash doesn't seem as in the dark as Kaylee feels, and she needs to know why.
Who will die next? Only Kaylee knows for sure.
Wonderfully written characters that are portrayed as typical teenagers that possess extraordinary powers. A fast-paced, engrossing read that you won't want to put down. A story that I wouldn't mind sharing with my preteen, although she'll have to wait until I am done.
MY SOUL TO TAKE is a wonderful beginning to a series that fans of Ms. Vincent's adult SHIFTERS series will definitely be rushing out to buy. A book like this is one of the reasons that I add authors to my auto-buy list. This is definitely a keeper.
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Posted March 23, 2013
And highly suggest you don't as you r in for a big dissapointment. Wish i hsd never read.
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Posted December 14, 2012
I read this book in 3 days. I enjoyed this book, especially since I understood the nevernever and what a bean sidth is, I can thank the Iron Fey series for that.
Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH KAYLEE CAVANAUGH
She doesn't see dead people, but...
She senses when someone near her is about to die. And when that happens, a force beyond her control compels her to scream bloody murder. Literally. Kaylee just wants to enjoy having caught the attention of the hottest guy in school. But a normal date is hard to come by when Nash seems to know more about the need to scream than she does. And when classmates start dropping dead for no apparent reason, only Kaylee knows who'll be next...
Kaylee cannot control herself when she sees someone wearing the death shroud. She knows death is imminent and because of her Bean Sidhe (aka Banshee) heritage, an uncontrollable scream builds inside her every time. She never knew about the effects of her birthright (thinking she would have panic attacks instead) until high school hottie Nash Hudson's voice began to calm and coax her wailing side into submission. Now girls are dying left and right and Kaylee wants to help even though its not her "job" to do so.
This was a quick read, but it was highly fun as well. I enjoyed the mixture of folklore and mystery and Kaylee came off as very realistic - stuck between an illness that brutally takes over her in not the best of situations and learning to enjoy the attentions of Nash, a popular ladies-man from her school. Along the way - you get to meet Reapers, learn about Kaylee's past, and slowly see a world that is unknown to most, except Bean Sidhe.
Likes: What Kaylee sees in the Netherworld fog . . . spooky!
Dislikes: The story dragged here and there.
This book started off on the right foot. I was interested by what was going on with Kaylee and the characters around her (although I was most interested in Tod, who didn’t get much focus in the book). I was interested in a young adult urban fantasy about creatures I hadn’t yet read a story about. But as the story wore on, it wore on my patience. Maybe I should have known to expect it. When I saw that the book was a Harlequin Teen book, I expected PG-13 smut. However, it appears that a teen romance simply means that the main character and her love interest decided they were made for each other almost immediately after meeting. That’s not my cup of tea. Kaylee and Nash’s relationship seemed very artificial, as there were no layers of depth and no development to speak of. I believe people can only fall in insta-lust, not insta-love, so it was quite annoying to me. Given that this is one of the cornerstones of the book, I found it very hard to finish the book even though the story had an interesting plot. The book does have a good plot (although some of the twists are very predictable, at least to me), so if you don’t mind a quickly developing romance, you will probably like it more than I did. I’d recommend it to people that can stand Twilight. To me, the writing is better, but the main relationship has about the same depth.
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Posted March 16, 2012
AMAZING
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Posted March 10, 2012
Really like this first book of the series and I am looking forward to reading book two. I also liked how this author wrapped up this book quite nicely that it could have been a stand alone book but still leaves you wanting to know more about the characters. My Soul to Take has a nice flow which kept the story moving right along with a few surprises (at least for me!) at the end.
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Posted February 25, 2012
Im a big fan of the supernatural fictions, and this one is definately a favorite. Its different, creative, and beautifully executed. One of the best books Ive ever read!
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Posted February 19, 2012
Ok im confused. Is there like two books of the first one for
this series? I saw this one and another one but they both said the first book... can anyone tell me? Thank you.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.1st: The cover: I adore it! This is the U.K edition which is way prettier than the U.S one. It completely suits the story and the heroine, Kaylee. There¿s one thing I¿m not sure I understand, which is the review written on the cover by Kirkus Reviews, what does Twilight have in common with the Soul Screamers series?? If you know, then please share it with me! 2nd: The content: Before you read this books, go and get the free prequel from here or else you will feel like you were left out when you start this one :). What I loved most about it is that it¿s not that romantic although we do have some romantic atmosphere in the story, which only added to the beauty of the story. If I was asked to categorize it I¿d definitely put it in the horror shelf, my favorite :D. The story is just unique and twisted. You could not guess how it¿ll develop or end up, you¿ll be interested to know what¿s going on while you¿re reading you wont be able to put the book down, at all! Just for your information, the story isn¿t so scary and it¿s a bit funny, you¿ll find yourself laughing from chapter to chapter. The story was well written and I liked that there weren¿t too many chapters and that each one wasn¿t so long :). The end is in one word awesome. 3rd: The characters: I¿ll definitely say that my favorite characters are Tod, Nash and Kaylee in this exact order. I love them! Once Tod shows up in the story, you¿ll start reading funny moments ^_^ Conclusion: The book is just good. You¿ll really enjoy it if you¿re into horror/funny/romantic YA novels. If it was up to me, I wouldn¿t compare it to Twilight but to The Body Finder by Kimberly Derting which I didn¿t like much, not until I got to the second book. This one is way much better :). I hope you enjoy it!
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Posted November 2, 2011
this is one of my favorite series
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Posted October 19, 2011
Soul Screamers
By Rachel Vincent
"She doesn't see dead people. She senses when someone near her is about to die. And when that happens, a force beyond her control compels her to scream bloody murder. Literally.
Kaylee just wants to enjoy having caught the attention of the hottest guy in school. But a normal date is hard to come by when Nash seems to know more about her need to scream than she does. And when classmates start dropping dead for no apparent reason, only Kaylee knows who'll be next."
I have a lot to say about the series. I wish I could write my own synopsis, but I can't come up with anything better, one that says it all in less than 100 words. First, I'll go over the series negatives: cussing, explicit situations, drugs (well..of the supernatural variety.) I think that covers it.. Anyway, What I want to say about the series that's positive: It's a fantastically unique series. I love it. I think it's worth it's negatives, it has good plot, good contrast, I mean, it has those negatives, but it has some really amazing positives. I need to finish 'If I Die' but it's just a really original series. No ripped off plots here. I recommend it to all paranormal lovers (like me :)
Anonymous
Posted September 30, 2011
Not very well written, with shallow characters. I'm glad I read it for free from my local library and didn't actually waste my money on it.
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Overview
She doesn't see dead people, but…
She senses when someone near her is about to die. And when that happens, a force beyond her control compels her to scream bloody murder. Literally.
Kaylee just wants to enjoy having caught the attention of the hottest guy in school. But a normal date is hard to come by when Nash seems to know more about her need to scream than she does. And when classmates start dropping dead ...