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Nevermore (Nevermore Series #1)

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by Kelly Creagh
     
 

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And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -

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And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

— from "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe

Cheerleader Isobel Lanley is horrified when she is paired with Varen Nethers for an English project, which is due—so unfair—on the day of the rival game. Cold and aloof, sardonic and sharp-tongued, Varen makes it clear he’d rather not have anything to do with her either. But when Isobel discovers strange writing in his journal, she can’t help but give this enigmatic boy with the piercing eyes another look.

Soon, Isobel finds herself making excuses to be with Varen. Steadily pulled away from her friends and her possessive boyfriend, Isobel ventures deeper and deeper into the dream world Varen has created through the pages of his notebook, a realm where the terrifying stories of Edgar Allan Poe come to life.

As her world begins to unravel around her, Isobel discovers that dreams, like words, hold more power than she ever imagined, and that the most frightening realities are those of the mind. Now she must find a way to reach Varen before he is consumed by the shadows of his own nightmares.

His life depends on it.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Isobel and Varen come from opposite ends of the high school social order: Isobel is a popular, blond cheerleader; Varen is a goth loner. Paired for a project on Edgar Allen Poe, their bare tolerance for each other turns to grudging respect after Isobel dumps her possessive, violent boyfriend. But as she spends more time with Varen and learns about the life and works of Poe, gruesome creatures start to stalk and threaten her. Poe's horror stories originated from his trips into the realm of dreams, and Varen's own dreams and writings have led him there, too. Now Varen is being held prisoner, and only Isobel can rescue him from his nightmares and keep the supernatural creatures from overrunning the real world. Though the characters eventually grow beyond clichés, the romantic chemistry is faint, and the storyline often shrinks behind the book's infatuation with Poe. But first-time novelist Creagh effectively builds tension, and those with an interest in the literary figure will savor allusions to his oeuvre and mysterious death. Varen's plight is left unresolved, presumably to be continued in later books. Ages 14–up. (Aug.)
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"Tender, and engrossing, so richly textured and acutely rendered. . . . The chemistry between Varen and Isobel is positively simmering and as necessary as breathing. . . . Creagh totally “gets it”, the whole painful and traumatic high school experience. . . . An unforgettable and graceful story.” – FiendishlyBookish.com

"Verses from Poe's poems and synopses of his stories are woven seamlessly into the story, and the ghoulish spirit Pinfeathers is memorably menacing and gory. . . . a creepy, otherworldly climax." —Kirkus

"This Gothic Romeo/Juliet story is an English teacher's jewel box, with high appeal for readers who might ignore classic literature. Veiled and overt allusions to Poe, Shakespeare, and Frost will support discussion about love, loyalty, popularity, and independence beyond the trendy, dramatic, supernatural action." —VOYA

“Always one step ahead of the reader, Nevermore is a book to engage in, speculate over, and savor.” –New York Journal of Books

“ . . . I fell in love with Nevermore. . . . The chemistry is perfect and it simmers slowly throughout the novel at a beautiful, restrained pace. . . . Absolutely recommended.” –TheBookSmugglers.com

“One of my favorite 2010 debuts. It has all the components of an amazing YA novel. A sympathetic, fun main character; a sexy, dark dude; a perfectly-paced plotline; a classic-inspired story arc; and a damn good love story!” –NaughtyBookKitties.com

Children's Literature - Jeanna Sciarrotta
When Cheerleader, Isobel gets partnered up with Goth boy Varen for an upcoming English assignment, she has no idea just how much her life will change. Though she balks at the partnership and veers away from the enigma that is Varen- eventually it leads to an unlikely friendship as she finds herself drawn deeper and deeper into his world. The overused cheerleader/football player popularity and bullying of the lowlier masses is a bit trite, but it is not without some foundation in real life high school dynamics and this popularity pyramid forces Isobel to overthink her decisions and where she fits in. Varen's anti-conformity/ anti-popularity character is strangely likeable and readers will find themselves routing for the unlikely romance between the two to conquer all. Readers will find that there are many loose ends in the novel, especially surrounding Varen's homelife, that are brought up, but never answered. Interestingly enough, this slightly too long, underdeveloped novel is still captivating to those willing to invest the time and overlook some of its short comings. The tension surrounding the love story is enough to hold the attention of many young readers and more advanced fans will love the Poe allusions throughout the novel. Reviewer: Jeanna Sciarrotta
VOYA - Lucy Shall
Paired with mysterious black-clad Varen for her English project, popular cheerleader Isobel is drawn into a sinister supernatural dream world that only the couple's growing commitment can conquer. This page-turner intertwines ghoulish confrontations with Poe's works, in-group/out-group conflicts, and possessive love-angst, as the two teenagers battle evil forces in both reality and dream worlds to claim their own souls. Against her boyfriend's wishes, Isobel works with Varen on the English project, and her clique shuns her. Supernatural vengeance answers the boyfriend's attacks on the Goth boy, but evil spirits, seemingly related to an enigmatic apparition named Reynolds, harass Isobel and invade her dreams. With the help of a brilliant girl she previously ignored, Isobel attends a Goth event, The Halloween Grim Facade, where she enters the dream/Poe world that holds Varen. She finds him, saves her previous boyfriend from lethal spirits, and confronts both Reynolds and the white lady who possesses Varen, but Reynolds tricks her into going back to the real world alone. When the English teacher returns the project with an article about the man who visits Poe's grave each year, Isobel recognizes Reynolds. A sequel is born: a confrontation with Reynolds on January 19 to reconnect with a pining Varen. This Gothic Romeo/Juliet story is an English teacher's jewel box, with high appeal for readers who might ignore classic literature. Veiled and overt allusions to Poe, Shakespeare, and Frost will support discussion about love, loyalty, popularity, and independence beyond the trendy, dramatic, supernatural action. Reviewer: Lucy Shall
Kirkus Reviews
In this competently executed entry in the still-growing paranormal-romance genre, sunny, self-absorbed cheerleader Isobel Lanley falls for the Poe-obsessed and darkly named Varen Nethers. The obstacles? Controlling meathead Brad and his crew, whom Isobel dumps for mistreating Varen; Mr. Lanley, who forbids his daughter from associating with a "hooligan," even to work on their joint English project; and a host of ghosts, ghouls and poltergeists who begin terrorizing Isobel as soon as she snoops into Varen's private journal. Though star-crossed longing between cheerleader and brooding gothboy is familiar territory, a few unique elements stand out. Verses from Poe's poems and synopses of his stories are woven seamlessly into the story, and the ghoulish spirit Pinfeathers is memorably menacing and gory. One needs to wonder, though, whether all 560 pages are absolutely, positively necessary. For paranormal-romance devotees who won't mind the long buildup to a creepy, otherworldly climax. (Paranormal romance. 14 & up)
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Cheerleader Isobel (another Bella?) becomes the reluctant partner of Goth Varen Nethers for an English assignment on Poe. Predictably, she falls hard for him, and he may not be a lost soul trapped between the real world and the dream world; psychologically abused by his father; or just a strange kid. There are so many dropped threads in the story that are just begging to be picked up in sequels that readers aren't really sure what has happened and what hasn't. The characters and story are interesting enough, however, to justify anticipation of further installments.—Corinne Henning-Sachs, Walker Memorial Library, Westbrook, ME

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781442402003
Publisher:
Atheneum Books for Young Readers
Publication date:
08/31/2010
Series:
Nevermore Series, #1
Pages:
543
Sales rank:
782,208
Product dimensions:
8.80(w) x 11.04(h) x 1.72(d)
Lexile:
840L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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Nevermore Poe Collection

  • THE “RED DEATH” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the honor of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

    But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and lighthearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”

    It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

    It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven—an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange—the fifth with white—the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet—a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.

    It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies), there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

    But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.

    He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fête; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm—much of what has been since seen in “Hernani.” There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these—the dreams—writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away—they have endured but an instant—and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

    But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise—then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

    In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince’s indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood—and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

    When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which, with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its rôle, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.

    “Who dares”—he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him—“who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him—that we may know whom we have to hang, at sunrise, from the battlements!”

    It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly, for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

    It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who, at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince’s person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple—through the purple to the green—through the green to the orange—through this again to the white—and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterward, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave cerements and corpse-like mask, which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

    And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

  • Meet the Author

    Kelly Creagh is a 2008 graduate of Spalding University’s MFA in Creative Writing program. When not writing, haunting bookstore coffee shops, or obsessively studying Poe, Kelly’s passions include the ancient art of bellydance. She lives with her squirrely, attitude-infused dogs—Annabel, Jack, and Holly—in the heart of Old Louisville, Kentucky’s largest and spookiest Victorian neighborhood. Kelly is the author of the Nevermore trilogy. Visit her at KellyCreagh.com.

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    Nevermore 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 426 reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book is perfection! I have so many wonderful things to say about it that I don't even know where to start, not to mention it would take a while. But I will say this... I LOVE Isobel and Varen, especially together. The author did such a great job that I felt Isobel's emotions. My heart was racing the first time they kissed and I cried when she cried, (I won't ruin it for you by saying why she was crying). The "paranormal" aspect of it was so creative and original and just so different from what everyone is writing these days. It was a bit slow going at first but once it got to that point we anticipate in all books, I couldn't stop reading. I finished in a day and have thought of nothing else since. I can't even decide on something new to read because I'm sure it won't measure up to the perfection of what I've just finished. Don't skip this book!
    acsimps More than 1 year ago
    I love it when I come across a book that seems completely unique. It is hard to find a good paranormal YA book that is not about Vampires, Werewolves, or Faeries. Not that I am saying that I don't love books on these subjects but I think we can all agree there are a lot out there right now. Nevermore is fresh and new. I also love books that pull in real historical events to serve as a backdrop for paranormal events. It makes the story seem more realistic. Isobel Lanley: perky, blond, cheerleader Varen Nethers: mysterious, dark, goth The simple laws of the high school class system says that they can never be friends, but when they are paired up for an English project they are forced to work together. Varen and Isobel are not the only ones who are upset by their pairing. Brad, Isobel's boyfriend waists no time putting Varen in his place and Lacy is not to fond of Isobel spending time with her boyfriend either. Despite their initial aversion to each other, both soon discover an attraction hiding beneath the surface. The closer that Isobel and Varen become the stranger their lives become. Soon Isobel is being followed, watched and visited by various beings who seem to be sending her a message, "Stay away from Varen Nethers." Despite their warnings Isobel falls hard for Varen. When he vanishes before her eyes Isobel ventures into the dream world Varen created through the pages of his notebook, a realm where the terrifying stories of Edgar Allan Poe come to life in order to save him from a fate that seems inevitable. Choices are made, lies are told, and Isobel discovers that dreams, like words, hold more power than she ever imagined. Be prepared for a cliffhanger ending this one is a series! I simply could not put this one down. Kelly Creagh's debut is enticing, exciting, and nerve racking. And it's all balled up into this fresh take on the mystery that surrounds America's first master of horror, Edgar Allen Poe. Interesting tid bit: I love the cover art for this book but I was surrprised to find that when the book arrived Varen was missing the lip ring shown in this picture. He has one in the story and on most cover art you find online but on the actual book it has been removed. Weird!
    romancemistress More than 1 year ago
    If you are a fan of Poe's dark and dreamy landscape of the imagination, you will fall into this novel with both a sigh...and eventually a scream. Kelly Creagh does a fantastic job (in her first book yet! You go, girl!!!)of creating a realistic picture of high school life with its dangers of both fitting in and not fitting in while simultaneously penning a spookily surrealistic world of whispers and creatures seen only from the corner of the eye. I've noticed that some of the best YA paranormal lit of the last few years are the ones with great guy characters (i.e. Hush, Hush's fallen but redeemable Patch, Bleeding Violet's crazy/sexy Wyatt, Beautiful Creatures' loyal and romantic Ethan, Wicked Lovely's awesomely awesome Seth (did I mention he was AWESOME?!), and the upcoming (9/21) The Replacement's otherworldly (seriously) Mackie...and, of course, that Edward guy. But somebody's gonna have to do some serious creatin' to beat Nevermore's wondrous and winsome Goth, Varen Nethers. I mean, does the picture on the front of the book not paint his Gothic-y, smart-but-maybe-troubled-boy in all his dark Princelyness? Great cheekbones, interesting nose, even Isobel mentions his lips, a suggestion of a cleft to the chin, and all that black hair...which becomes even more attractive when we learn he dyes it - why...maybe to indicate that the innocence of that blonde boy in the photo has long ago been destroyed. One trip to the beautiful Victorian house and a meeting with his drunken and abusive father shows Isobel and the reader all we need to know about beautiful facades covering the rottenness within. For all the "dark and dreary" of this Poe inspired novel, there is deeply felt romance between the odd couple pairing of smart but withdrawn (and pretty much universally feared as some sort of vampire)Varen and the blonde but no dummy Isobel. The family dynamics of both kids are well layed out, that swift revelation of Varen's showing us all we need to know about his psyche whereas Isobel's habit of arguing with her little brother and her dismissal of his game-playing just shows how normal her family is in contrast...and little bro does come through eventually. Also the whole popular crew showing themselves as a violent, vandalizing pack when everything doesn't go their way pretty much fuels the fire of Isobel's growing interest in Varen. If you're not a fan of Poe's 3M's - misery, melodrama, and melancholia - don't worry because there is humor, too. Isobel can be very snarky in her internal dialogue - "Mr. Creepy McCreepers," and her efforts to fit in with other less popular cliques after she's ousted from her old pack are funny and tragic simultaneously. Poe and his tales and mysterious death are just the engine behind this book...he's the matchmaker, you might say, along with the English teacher who puts Isobel and Varen together on their project to write about a dead American author...right before Halloween. The last quarter of the book is where the real creepiness ensues as both the characters (and the reader)are submerged into a nightmare world from which everyone can't return. And if you know your Poe, you shouldn't be surprised that the ending leaves you...hoping and praying for an immediate - if not sooner - sequel. Loved it enough to read it in one evening and cannot wait for book 2.
    xoxomlrxoxo More than 1 year ago
    Okay, so I read the synopsis for Nevermore a week before it was released and I was hooked. So I went to buy the book on Saturday. I've been reading since then and I'm pretty fast at reading, so I'll be done tonight-maybe. In my opinion, Kelly Creagh has done a fantastic job at writing this book, and for some reason, (even though I'm not a big fan of cheerleaders) I am super excited to see what happens in the end with Varen and Isobel. And (for your information) I never heard of Edgar Allen Poe before reading this book, so I'm gonna tell the fans of this amazing poet, that its not a book that COMPLETELY revolves around him. Poe IS included in this book for projects and events, but the story isn't completely about him. BUT THAT COMMENT ISN'T SUPPOSE TO STEER YOU AWAY FROM READING THIS BOOK! It is a VERY, VERY, VERY great novel that I will definintely be wanting and waiting for more!! So please try this book out--IT IS SOOOO WORTH IT! :)
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This will actually be my third time reading this book. I have reread this one quite a few times and the third one is FINALLY out and I can see how it all ends! I absolutely love Kelly and her writing style. I think the world that she has brought to life in Nevermore was just amazing. It was so thought out and made me feel like I was right there in the book. Not to mention the characters and the relationships surrounding both Isobel and Varen. To me none of them felt one dimensional. Honestly Isobel is one of my favorite characters in YA. I absolutely love her. Sometimes stories like this make me so mad because the minute they find the boy they become hopeless and emotional, but that wasn’t the case with her at all. She is such a strong character, and there is a part where she does get a bit mopey but I thought it added so much to her appeal. Now I have to admit one story trope I will never really get sick of is the bad boy/good girl. I think it’s one of my favorites, but it has to be done right and I think that Kelly gets it right. Now Varen.. Where to even begin with him. I pretty much loved all the characters in this book except for Brad. But Varen is another one I love. I did find that he wasn’t really in the book a whole lot but the moments when he and Isobel interact where some of my favorites. I love that he wanted to protect her. One thing I also really loved is the fact that Isobel is a cheerleader, but she wasn’t just in it because it’s the only thing to do, but she actually enjoys it. She does it because she has a love for the sport and it was such a small thing but I think it really added to her character. I really do love this book. I just think it was really well done. The way Kelly entwines Poe’s stories in to her own is just amazing. The world! I mean I really wish this would be made in to a movie so that I could see the scene where Isobel is brought in to the world of Poe’s Masque of the Red Death story. That would be amazing. That scene is just so well done and creepy and I would love to actually see it in real life. Honestly Kelly is just so amazing at writing a world that makes you feel as if you’ve been transported there. I love the time and the effort she has put in to each character. The way she has built the relationships around Varen and Isobel was just so well done. I loved the how different Isobel and Varen’s parents were. Overall I just thought this was such a great story, and I have already read the second one (i’m rereading it now) but I think it is just as good and I need to hurry up and read the third one. I highly suggest that you guys pick this one up. If you like creepy, crazy worlds, with an awesome female lead read this one! I love it and I think you guys would as well! I gave this one five stars.
    KristiHulsey More than 1 year ago
    http://hulsey2007bookblog.blogspot.com/ This review was really hard for me. I just completely fell in love with this story. These characters and this world was just so amazing. This book was just so thought provoking. I love the story line and the Edgar Allen Poe parts. I am not really a fantasy person. But this paranormal fantasy was just fantastic. I got so invested in this story. I just couldnt stop reading it. I am so glad this story is in a series and not a standalone. I need more of this world. So I am really looking forward into diving into the next book. The characters of Varen and Isobel. You wouldnt think they would have feelings for each other. Because their characters are just so much different than each other. Isobel being head cheerleader and Varen being more gothic than anything. Their characters are just so different. But when they got paired for the project together. I didn't know how I would like them together. But their attraction grew on me. Their feelings for each other. It just became so emotional. I kept thinking when will they kiss. Because I love the romance in these stories. But it never came. The buildup was just so overwhelming. Of course they do kiss, but at the time its not important because its close to the end of the story and other things are happening that are more important. It was just a great story. So much detail went into this story. You really should invest your time into it. And just fall in love with it like I did. I cannot wait to continue on with this story. And see what happens with it. Because there was a bit of a cliffhanger in this one. I just need to know what happens to certain characters. 5+ stars.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I already enjoyed Edgar Allan Poe a ton and these books just captured me. I really would suggest this series to anyone
    WynterBooks More than 1 year ago
    I loved this book!  I got it when it first came out, because I loved the Edgar Allen Poe aspect of the book.  It was incredible.  
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    Really good book. I loved how a mystetious death can bring about ideas of such immense story plot. I loved it!!!!!!
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    great
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    When I went to the library, I grabbed the wrong book- I meant to grab a different book besides this book. That being said, this was the best accident ever! This book gave me a different look at Poe's works. I suggest this book to anyone who loves Poe!
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    Wow! This book took my breath away! I love Poe and I loved Varen. The cliffhanger killed me. I can't wait to read the next book!
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    This book had me on the edge of my seat the entire time. I loved Isobel and her feelings toward Varen that have yet to be descovered. It made me look at the world a whole new way. This is by favorite book. Trust me whem I say I have read a lot of books. This is by far the best.
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