Nightwoodby Patricia Windsor
Casey, Gena, and Maryann can think of a way better use of a week than a senior trip to Washington, D.C. Casey's plan is simple. Ditch the trip to D.C., camp out at her parents' amazing cabin in Delonga, and accidentally "run into" Lane and his friends on their fishing trip. She knows the boys will be across the lake--her friends will thank her once they're up there.
Three girls for three boys will be the perfect party. After all, what could be more fun than five days in the woods? No curfews, no rules, and no parents. No one will even know they're up there.
And no one will hear them when they scream for help.
When the first body shows up, it's shocking. When the knock comes on the back door, it's horrifying. And when they realize there's nowhere to hide, they'll wish they were already dead.
Surviving a week in the woods is a going to be a whole lot harder than these girls could ever imagine.
- Random House Children's Books
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- 5.21(w) x 7.98(h) x 0.55(d)
- Age Range:
- 14 Years
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By Patricia Windsor
Delacorte Books for Young ReadersCopyright © 2006 Patricia Windsor
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He ran at night and hid by day, crawling into dark places that were a little too much like his old lair--but then, it was only the familiar that could make you feel really safe.
He thought he could run until he was dead; there was nothing to hold him back. He'd run until his flesh dropped off and the wind and rain polished his bones. The house was far behind. But how far was far enough?
I am . . . I am . . . He ran chanting, trying to remember his rightful name. Never to be called Boy anymore. He held on to that little frayed string of hope that he could change what had been born into him, put a stop
to the twenty-four-hour picture show going on in his head. But maybe that was like hoping he could stop breathing, smelling, eating. Was it possible to change a taste for blood?
He had been running south, through a landscape of old farms, shanties and trailers, startled by the hulks of rusting cars sitting like giant rats in the moonlight, avoiding the lonely lights in bedroom windows, trembling at the sudden howl of an edgy hound. Keeping to the county roads. He was always lonely at night. Daddy had liked the highways. Get the best girlies hitchhiking on them, he had said. Fresh meat.
Now the sun was coming up and hewas tired. A sign at a crossroads said hatton 5 mi. delonga 8 mi. He was getting close to towns. Ahead he could smell a swampy area. Nobody would be walking through there. The place had a mean, bad look; the kind of place that knew him. Old cypress trees stood on their knees in murky water, their branches draped with shawls of moss. He felt his way between the tupelos and black gum trees, his brown, cracked feet trailing slimy duckweed as he waded through inky pools. This was where he belonged, low and deep, down in the rot-stinking mud, down with the snake-headed skinks, with bottom-feeders and cottonmouths.
People were scared of the swamp, worried about snakes, about being gored by wild pigs.
But no harm would come to him here. The swamp creatures recognized him by his smell, saw into the darkness of his heart and knew him for what he was: one of their kind. He would hide here until dark. Then he'd run again.
The little Honda Civic looked like a red ant moving between the SUVs and long-haul trucks on the highway. Gena sat in the backseat, listening to Casey and Maryann talking and laughing up front, feeling like a third wheel. Feeling carsick too. Though maybe it wasn't so much being carsick as thinking about what she was doing. Riding off to some town she'd never heard of instead of sitting on the bus with the rest of the class on their way to Washington, D.C. How did she get herself into this? Not really a hard question--she knew the answer. By telling a lie.
"How're you doing back there?" Casey asked, half turning around, blowing cigarette smoke into the backseat and interrupting Gena's quiet agony.
"I'm fine." Gena's voice sounded small and unsure, but she couldn't get up the energy to be perky right now. Casey and Maryann were the ultimate in perky. Maryann was swigging Coke out of a can; Casey, holding her cigarette out the window, taking her hand off the wheel to punch in a new station on the radio. They were probably sorry they asked her to come. It was beyond her how they didn't feel guilty like she did.
Gena kept envisioning her mother phoning the hotel and finding out she wasn't there. Or the school bus crashing and everyone getting killed. Gena would still be alive and the lie would be more than obvious. It was such a stupid idea, she almost laughed.
Maryann turned around.
"I was just thinking about my mother," Gena mumbled, trying to cover her anxiety.
"Right," Maryann said, giving her a look.
But Gena wasn't about to tell them she felt guilty. They seemed to be immune to guilt. They hadn't even cared when they were all dragged in by the principal and almost suspended. Maryann said that her father didn't care about anything except that she made dinner and cleaned the house, and Casey's parents were always at the country club or some fund-raiser. Gena sort of envied that they had the freedom to do what they wanted. Her mother was always on her case. Ironically, now she was free that it didn't feel so great. The truth was, she had actually wanted to go on the class trip. But everything got so mixed up after the three of them got in trouble.
The worst guilt was about the pizza party. She had felt like crying then, and she still did when she thought of it. Her mother and Matt, ordering pizza, decorating the kitchen, giving her a bon voyage party. And Matt asking her to bring him a souvenir back from D.C. How in the world was she going to manage that? Finding a souvenir of the nation's capital in a cabin in the woods?
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Meet the Author
Patricia Windsor is the author of many books for young readers. Her book The Sandman's Eyes won the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best Juvenile Mystery. Patricia Windsor lives and writes in Maryland. The author lives in Maryland.
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my brother let me borrow this book. i finished it in a day & was not impressed at all. i mean, it's fun & everything. and some parts are very suspenseful and exciting. but overall, the storyline is flat and so are the characters. it didn't go anywhere or elaborate on anything. it was just very two dimensional. i didn't HATE it or anything but it's just not something i'd read again.
The cover and summary intriged me and so I thought this sounds interesting and couldn't put it down. It made me think of certain movies that were mentioned in the book like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It was an easy read but certain parts were hard to read and handle like of course the gore scenes. The ending was a little unexpected though I guess predictable in a way but not bad. The book is about 3 girls who are supposed to be on a trip but head to a cabin where one of them wants to meet a boy who has 2 other friends while a supposed animal-human killer is on the loose. A local boy and his father sheriff with help from a reporter who has done a story on a similiar incident almost, find to track down the killer is in the woods where the girls cabin is.
I enjoyed this book. Some parts of it were rather gory but other then that it was a good book. The ending wasn't like i expected. It was kind of disturbing. But it made me want to read the sequel. 'even though there isn't one xD'
From the start, this book got my attention and, surprisingly, kept it. I was on the edge of my seat at the end of every chapter. The varying viewpoints gave me different perceptions of what was going on, which I thought kept up the accumulating suspense. Nightwood is one awesome thriller!
So, 3 girls go to a cabin in the woods, even though there supposed to be on a trip somewhere else, one of them wants meet a boy who it seems, has 2 other friends. All while an animal killer is on the loose. Meanwhile, a boy and his father sheriff are looking for that same killer with help from a reporter. If you've seen or read enough stories with this story, guess where be the killer hiding? How can you ignore that cover? It does catch your eye doesn't it? Anyway, from the summary this sounded like my kind of read. This was a quick read and an ending that was a little unexpected but at the same time predictable.
I read this book a few years ago and loved it. While trying to find something to read a few days ago I thought about it, and decided to read it again--I enjoyed it just as much the second time. I love the characters, the scenes, the gore- even the semi-controversial ending.
I was browsing my library when I came across this little book. In my mind, I kept thinking "I need something to read for Halloween" and I found Nightwood, and it seemed perfect. This book is not new (I think it was published in 2006) but it was so different than 'scary' books that you can easily find at a bookstore. Think cannibals and weird, nasty people. Basically, any Sci-Fy movie you can turn on the TV. Nightwood had a totally weird concept, and that's probably why I loved it so damn much. I liked the gore factor, and damn, the ending! I couldn't believe it! It definitely shocked me, and for once, I didn't ever get a chance to predict what was going to happen. Wish there was a sequel!
Does anyone know any really good paranormal series or something with stuff happening that is soo creepy, you picture and hope to God you could get the image out of your head? Like with Project 17 by Laurie Faria Stolarz, that stuff was creeppy. Thank you! email me @ email@example.com
I enjoyed this book until the end. The book was suspenseful,intriguing, and kept you wanting to read more. I absolutely did NOT like the end. It seemed extremely rushed. It works the story up and then all of a sudden it is over. There are two big things that make a great book. A beginning that keeps you wanting to read more, and an incredible ending. This book had a good beginning, but a very lacking end.