The She

The She

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by Carol Plum-Ucci

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On a rainy night eight years ago, Evan Barrett's parents were lost at sea. In horror, he listened to their frantic Mayday calls on the ship-to-shore radio, to his mother's cries for mercy--and to the deafening shrieks that answered her back.

Now seventeen, Evan has gone in search of answers to his parents' strange disappearance. The only explanation that makes


On a rainy night eight years ago, Evan Barrett's parents were lost at sea. In horror, he listened to their frantic Mayday calls on the ship-to-shore radio, to his mother's cries for mercy--and to the deafening shrieks that answered her back.

Now seventeen, Evan has gone in search of answers to his parents' strange disappearance. The only explanation that makes any sense to him is that they were swallowed up by The She, a legendary sea creature that devours ships. But when Evan's quest for the truth uncovers shocking allegations against his parents, he must deal with the possibility that everything he knows about his family is a lie.

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Editorial Reviews

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"A moody, spooky page-turner."--School Library Journal

"The serpentine story . . . will grip readers . . . [An] exciting adventure, which hardly allows readers a moment to take a breath."--Booklist (starred review)

"Grippingly suspenseful."--Kirkus Reviews

Publishers Weekly
A nine-year-old boy who loses his seafaring parents in a storm finds himself at 17 confronting the same suspicions about The She, a fabled dark force that lurks off the Jersey shore. PW said, "This chiller at one moment resembles a mournful dirge, the next a supernatural thriller, the next a tightly woven mystery." Ages 14-up. (Aug.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
After his parents were killed at sea, 9-year-old Evan Barrett and his older brother move away from their seaside home in West Hook to live with their Aunt Mel in the city and escape painful memories. Now 17, Evan is a popular prankster at his private Catholic high school, but he is forced to revisit the past when he is asked to help a classmate confront memories of her own boating accident. In helping his classmate, Evan is drawn back to West Hook where his theory, that his parents were swallowed by a mythical sea witch known as The She, is challenged by his brother's research and a Drug Enforcement Agency investigation. When everything he thought he knew about his parents is threatened and nobody but an emotionally unstable girl and a mysterious Vietnam veteran believe him, Evan is forced to decide once and for all if he will be able to confront The She and accept the truth about his parents. This story touches on the alienation many teens feel from their parents and peers, and readers will be captivated by the vibrant characters, realistic relationships, and mystery throughout the novel. 2003, Harcourt Books, 280 pp.Ages young adult. Reviewer: Ashley Marrinan-Levy
Children's Literature
There is a She-devil of a hole in the sea canyon off the Jersey coast where fish are caught, a place where seamen go and some do not return. Eight years ago, Evan Barrett's parents disappeared over the canyon, and Evan is convinced that "The She," as he calls it, has eaten his parents. Evan's older brother, Emmett, has become a realist of the most tiresome kind; his explanations for the loss of his parents include their involvement in drug running, and the possibility that their disappearance was a sham staged with the intent of eluding the Feds, a sham which went horribly awry. Recent events have made Evan's scarce memories return with an all-too-chilling clarity, including the awful shrieking of The She that only a few people are able to hear. Meanwhile, Evan is unwillingly paired with Grey Shailey, the most loathsome girl at school. Like it or not, Grey and Evan share a common bond: each of them has heard "The She" as it took someone they knew, and each of them has spent time at St. Elizabeth trying to get mentally "well." There is never a doubt in the reader's mind that sooner or later Evan is going head-to-head with "The She." Yet Carol Plum-Ucci sews together this and other plot threads in a seamless manner. Plum-Ucci is on top of her game here: a great sense of story, diverse and interesting characters, good pacing, an ear for dialogue, and a great setting. Put it all together and you have a nicely layered, suspenseful novel. 2003, Harcourt, Ages 14 up.
— Christopher Moning
To quote the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, September 2003: Seventeen-year-old Evan Barrett comes from a long line of men and women who have lived, and died, by the sea. Eight years ago, both of his parents disappeared off the Jersey coast in an unexplained accident shrouded in the mystery of The She, a jealous sea hag rumored to dwell deep in a sea canyon and suck ships into its depths. After experiencing terrible flashback memories of the night his parents dropped off the face of the Earth, including shrieking that only he could hear, Evan is determined to head back to his childhood home and find out once and for all what could have happened to his parents and their 300-foot freighter. Complicating his quest is his involvement with Grey Shailey, a popular girl who has landed in a mental hospital following a tragic drowning. She reveals her secrets, which he could never have imagined. Together, they search for answers using both science and sea lore, and calling on the shore's bizarre characters, Bloody Mary the fortuneteller and Edwin Church the loner. Logic and myth collide when Evan's older brother reveals a Drug Enforcement Administration investigation that may call into question everything he ever believed about his parents. Plum-Ucci pulls her readers into a whirlpool of seafaring superstition and gives them only a captain's prayer to take with them as The She begins to shriek again. KLIATT Codes: JS—Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2003, Harcourt, 354p., Ages 12 to 18.
—Michele Winship
School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up-This gripping story revolves around the sea, shipwrecks, drug smuggling, and a mythical creature known as The She. Haunted by his parents' disappearance at sea years before, 17-year-old Evan forms an unlikely alliance with a troubled, ill-tempered girl his own age. Like Evan, Grey claims to hear the terrible shriek of The She on stormy nights. Drawn together by this unique sense and their tragic pasts, the teens begin to investigate the incidents surrounding Evan's parents' disappearance. What results is a science-versus-supernatural dispute that eventually pits Evan's spiritual quandaries against his older brother's stoically scientific logic. The She delivers results similar to Plum-Ucci's previous efforts: plot, character development, and action sequences all seamlessly gel into an intriguing and structurally sound mystery novel. And, Plum-Ucci, as per usual, draws upon the supernatural to blur the boundaries between fact and fiction. However, her treatment of the mythical beast becomes less and less subtle with every page and at times interferes with important plot developments and pacing. Still, as in The Body of Christopher Creed (2000) and What Happened to Lani Garver (2002, both Harcourt), the author has created a moody, spooky page-turner that juggles profound philosophical debate with the everyday tribulations of teenage life.-Hillias J. Martin, New York Public Library Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Evan's parents died in a tragic accident at sea eight years before he's asked to visit Gray Shailey at the "nuthouse" as part of a helping-hands program; she's been involved in a boating accident, too. Evan has concentrated on practical jokes and trying to forget the sounds he heard ("the She") over the ship-to-shore radio the night of his parents' death, but Gray slipped him some acid at a party and sent him on a bad trip that revived the memories. Evan's slow journey toward discovery of the reality of the events is grippingly suspenseful and Gray's gradual revelation as a pawn in her own right is equally intriguing. Few authors can combine the elements of supernatural possibilities and mystery detection without making their own bias known, yet Plum-Ucci manages to keep readers balanced on a see-saw between rationality and the powers of the dark. Gray, who is early on termed the "queen of the bitch patrol," becomes central to the discovery of the truth and to Evan's strength in dealing with his family and his fears. A seagoing thriller. (Fiction. YA)

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I sat down in physics class two days before Thanksgiving and went through this trail of amazingly satisfying thoughts. First, it was my last physics class before a four-day holiday. Second, the view out the window almost made the class worth having. There's something about old, tall buildings and taller, new buildings, and cabs, and horns, and traffic rushing along JFK Boulevard that is almost as good as television. After Thanksgiving, Christmas lights and store windows would be a decent enough distraction to keep physics boredom from killing me.

Which brought me to my final satisfying thought: I considered it my solemn duty to amuse my friends and fellow humans in the meantime, and some fun with physics was on its way.

People were groaning because Mr. Maddox had come in with his laptop, which meant a Maddox superdeluxe-o PowerPoint presentation (super in his opinion only). I had "borrowed" a copy of his file to make it less sleep worthy, and I now was doing my straight-face relaxation exercises. All my friends say I have some genius for disrupting classes, but that's not really true-there's just one major trick involved. It is majorly important to keep a completely straight face.

Mr. Maddox lowered the lights, and up on the big-screen TV we saw, MR. MADDOX'S SUPERDELUXE-O PHYSICS IN MOTION, FEATURING...

People were yawning. I yawned, looked at Harley Ehrlich, and winked.

She did a double take, having seen the wink. Then she groaned and whispered, "Are we going to have pea soup dripping from the ceiling again? If so, I don't know how you expect him to see it in the dark."

I kept my bored face. She cracked up. She said once that the more bored I look, the better it is.


And there beside Mr. Maddox's superdeluxe-o lettering was his little animated nun icon, which he had fallen in love with back in September. She zipped across all his slides, pointing at this and that with superdeluxe-o sound effects. We'd quit wondering back in September if the superdeluxe-o sound effects would have Sister Amoebulas quacking like a duck or breaking glass or honking like a car horn.

Mr. Maddox clicked to the first screen, which was supposed to explain to us the difference between the guts of a proton and the guts of an electron. Harley sat forward slowly, staring. She had noticed, though I'm not sure anyone else had yet. This nun icon was just slightly different than Sister Amoebulas. A little taller and thinner.

"You touched his nun?" Harley turned to me. "In a Catholic school? I'd have left the nun alone and had my fun with some other graphic."

But she didn't understand the whole story. The night before I had seen up on this little nun character that looked alarmingly like Sister Amoebulas, only with a whole new and different set of sound effects. I was a victim of circumstance.

"They call her Sister Mary Flatulence," I whispered. "She's...a rip?"

Then this little cartoon nun's habit blew out in the back, and a spark cracked, and she broke this way-nasty-sounding wind. Mr. Maddox froze, and I think everyone else did, too, except Harley, who murmured, "Touching a man's software. That's got to be worth a couple of Saturday detentions."

It took most everybody a couple of more sound effects before they believed they were seeing a nun run all around the energy equations, her habit billowing backward to the sounds of yesterday's Fart of the Day.

Harley turned to me, shaking her head. "What'd you do, steal his laptop?"

"Just copied the file onto a disk. Do I look like a hood?"

Mr. Maddox was not being very smart. He kept fast-forwarding through the screens, hoping this edit job would end, but he was just giving the class more and better effects. On the sixth slide, the nun was twirling, dancing on top of a molecule, bowing to one side. Pooooh...She bowed to the other side, and a fatal car accident resounded instead of a fart.

"All right. Mr. Barrett, do you have my real program, please?"

People were laughing more at me, I think, than at Sister Mary Flatulence, because they could never believe I could look so totally clueless. I didn't think he'd point the first finger at me. We had a couple of big-time comedians in the class who were better computer whizzes.

I sat up, coming out of my half sleep. "Wasn't me."

He flipped on the lights, and I blinked sleepily, casting confused glances around at the Cheshire cats having fits up the aisle. He had turned down the volume, but had failed to stop running slides. I watched the nun dancing all over the top of Mr. Maddox's lightning bolt, her dress billowing with what now amounted to SBDs.

"I think it was you, Mr. Barrett."

I shook my head, tiredly. "It wasn't me. I don't think that's funny." I looked at the nun's billowing outfit with stunned awe. "I don't think that's at all funny. I'm a mature person who was raised better."

I watched people cracking up in that desk-pounding way, and it was going over the top. The two cheerleaders in the class were away at some competition, and the queen of the bitch patrol, Grey Shailey, had gone to Maine because her grandmother was dying. That left no one to groan and cast me disgusted glances. The laughter was ripping with nothing to cut it.

"Mr. Barrett, by virtue of the fact that you are the only person not laughing, I would say your guilt is apparent. Between today and yesterday, I've lost about a half hour of teaching, thanks to your comedy shows." And then, he was waving the orange hall pass at me, orange meaning proceed to the gestapo's office, do not pass go.

I had forgotten the pea soup thing was just yesterday. Seemed like a hundred years ago. Clever class pranks are a necessity, in my heart, because most people got tired of doing them after, like, sophomore year. We were seniors, in a barren wasteland of yawns, which my big brother said would change again in college. A couple of his dormies at Penn reprogrammed all the phones in the dean's office so the Three Stooges answered the voice mail. I just couldn't wait to graduate to college, where immaturity reigned supreme.

The class was all moaning, "Come on, let it roll!" Mr. Maddox's ears were red, and I could see hurt in his eyes. I didn't think most people could see hurt in a teacher, but I was like that. I could read eyes like most people could read the title on a book jacket. I was seeing maybe a couple hours' work in this presentation when he could have been watching Monday Night Football.

I moved over to his laptop and started pushing buttons. "Mr. Maddox, put yourself in my shoes. Some of your less apt friends send you up to this...this really rude Web site. And you see a nun who looks so much like dear, sweet Sister Amoebulas. I'm sorry, I just lost all of my self-control."

I had restored his program off the hard drive while blathering. Then I kept scrunching my face in a way that said, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I think most people hate to say "I'm sorry." But it is a secret weapon, because teachers don't expect it, and if they look completely mean next to someone who is being totally apologetic, people will think they are jerks.

Sometimes it works, and I needed it to, because of how they stack up things to have a domino effect in Catholic school. My brain started to follow the trail of dominoes, and I wished I would think harder before I pulled stuff. This orange hall pass would mean my third Saturday, which would mean my third missed soccer game, which would bench me for my final season. Three Saturdays also meant Emmett or Aunt Mel would have to show up here and have a charming conversation with the principal about how I don't apply myself. That meant both my car keys and transit pass would end up in Aunt Mel's desk at the university. All because two cheerleaders and the queen bitch weren't here to frost everybody down.

I had apologies barreling out of both eyes, which Mr. Maddox had been staring at, and, finally, something passed through him.

"Please, Evan. Allow me to teach up to the Christmas holidays without any more comedy shows."

I put my hand up, like, swear, and as I moved to my seat, people were murmuring, "Lucky bastard...too lucky, Barrett..."

I did have this reputation for being extremely lucky, and it wasn't just weaseling out of trouble. Last year I totaled my car in an ice storm and walked away without a scratch. I got kicked in the face in a soccer game, and the doctor said the guy missed my eye by a sixteenth of an inch.

And I felt lucky. I could gaze out at the buildings during physics and not have to worry. Emmett understood physics completely, and he patiently explained any overly painful homework. I concentrated on girls' thighs for about five minutes, feeling lucky about Catholic schoolgirls' uniforms. Then, Mrs. Ashaad stuck her head in the class.

She apologized, said she was leaving for a holiday flight but first, "I need to speak to Evan Barrett in my office before I go."

A groan whizzed through the air with the word lucky echoing through it, and Harley got too jealous. She watched me getting my books and muttered, "Boy, you really are an optimist. What's so important it'll take up the whole period, unless it's something bad?"

"She probably wants me to, uh, 'volunteer' for something else," I whispered. Emmett laughed sometimes about our Orphaned Kid Syndrome, how it makes us warm up to nice adults more easily than others do. It never hurt anything, except that I got asked to do more stuff by the teachers and principal.

"Confident, aren't you?" she muttered, casting me a smug glance. "The only thing I can think that would take all period is that you've been busted for hacking into the administrative file and reading Bear his grades."

I spun to see that Mrs. Ashaad had left the door open, but she was not out in the corridor-which meant she had gone back to her office and wanted to tell me the whole thing in there. Hacking. That was a biggie. There was a big legal notice about hacking posted in the administrative corridor, which nobody bothered to read, but we got the idea that this was definitely expulsion material based on the thick black type and the lengths of the paragraphs. I'd done it for a worthy cause, of course. Bear's dad was threatening to sell his Mustang back to the dealer if he got lower than a C in anything. Bear would have slept with that Mustang if he could have wedged it under his pillow. He just wanted to know how much fast-talking he would have to do when the last quarter ended recently. I took pity on him.

I went as calmly as possible down the corridor, trying to decide if Mrs. Ashaad could possibly know about this. Could a hack be detected and traced backward to the source? I didn't know. But I was a very lucky person who was having a very lucky day, I reminded myself. I walked into her office, actually grinning.

"Sit down." Mrs. Ashaad pointed to the armchair in front of her desk.

I sat, and she kept staring, smiling suspiciously. Actually that's not unusual. I think she wore that smirk for the fighters, the loadies, everyone.

"How are you, Evan?"

"Fine. Yourself?"

She only stared more. My insides started turning hot, and to fight it off, I let go of a line or two. "Of course, you can always ask Emmett how I'm doing. He told me you cooked a great meal on Friday night."

"Where were you?"

"Mrs. Ashaad, would be like sitting down with the gods. I wouldn't be able to digest my food. If you don't mind, um...I'd like to enjoy your company around here and..." I trailed off.

"You like to keep your school life and your private life separate." She didn't look hurt. In fact, she looked amused. "I've had plenty of the students at the house for a meal. Some feel the way you do. I'm just surprised. It's usually those not so involved with everything."

"Well, much weirdness comes from having your brother decide he's friends with your principal and her husband." I shifted around. "Especially my brother. I mean, he's a very nice guy, but I'm stumped. Really."

She dipped her head from side to side, thinking about this. "He talks quantum physics with my husband, and then I don't have to."

But he was twenty-five, and the Ashaads had to be pushing forty-five. The fact that her husband was a math professor didn't cut it with me either. He taught at Penn, and Emmett was finishing the philosophy program at Drexel.

"And he's an atheist. You're principal of a reputable Catholic high school." Which I may be expelled from in about ten minutes, so would you get on with it, please?

"He's a well-behaved atheist. That's all a good Catholic can ask for these days."

She kept staring and smirking. I couldn't help squirming around a little. "Tell me," I asked, "does he find a way to bless himself at the dinner table when you say grace?"

"No. But he's honest, and I appreciate people who are willing to defend things they believe in. Not that I can entirely follow his little vaults over the bar of reason, but he enjoys our company. He says many of his friends are older."

Yeah, Orphaned Kid Syndrome. I didn't want to bring that up. I let the silent standoff go on for about five seconds, then, careful not to take my head out of my hand, I asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"To see if you're guilty."

I didn't move a muscle. Though my body was filling with heat, I could have sworn there was nothing behind her eyes but amusement. She makes herself a hard read sometimes, so I stalled with another joke.

"Um...I know the way I broke up with Callie McCabe last wek was not very, um...discreet? I shouldn't have done it on school time."

"Ah yes." She kept glaring but a slight grin crept up. "Another illustrious member of the female student body bites the dust following your charming send-off lines."

"You don't know what she did first."

"Tell me," she said. I didn't think I could tell the principal that Callie McCabe sang the onion-ring underarm song right in the face of a sophomore with some sort of constant body rash.

"Let's just say I ought to listen to Emmett more about why he doesn't get in relationships. He keeps saying that really nice guys often find themselves attracted to really mean girls."

I looked at my watch without seeing the time, and forced myself back into composure, using my "nerves of steel," as my friends loved to call it. I looked Mrs. Ashaad dead in the eye until we'd both blinked about three times.

Her face relaxed finally, the smirk turning to a smile. "You'd be amazed at what your fellow students confess to when the principal calls them to the office for one thing, and they think it's something else. Out it comes. They're defending themselves before I ever have any idea what it is they've done."

I'd heard this about her. Somehow the rumor of her little tricks didn't prevent people from having vacuum-head when they got in here and spilling their guts about God knows what. Expulsion always hangs over your head in a Catholic school. I doubted kids in public school pissed themselves so easily in the principal's office.

"I'd say right now you're not looking too guilty of anything." She was opening a folder on her desk, but I didn't want to look down at it because she wasn't looking down yet. I was amazed at how other people could not read eyes like I could. This was the principal, for God's sake, and she couldn't see the sparks and seizures of guilt flying through my head. She looked down finally.

The upside-down Kids Helping Kids logo stared at me from a form.

"I want you to do a KHK service project for me, Evan." Mrs. Ashaad was filling out the form now, not looking up.

See, Barrett? You're having a lucky day. My only bad thought was that I wasn't sure I needed my heart to grow another three sizes, which is one of the "joys" of KHK projects. And I didn't see the need to shrink my kick-back-and-relax hours three sizes again.

"God knows you did enough with little Miguel. I wouldn't ask you to do another long-term mentoring project this year. There's certainly not as much time involved in this one. A couple of visits should do it. I'm not saying it will be easy for you..."

She looked up at that point, but I was hung up on the statement before the last one. "A couple of visits? Doesn't foster care tell you that's not the way to approach a little kid?"

"This one isn't from foster care. It's a seventeen-year-old girl. She's in Saint Elizabeth's."

I just stared at her. Then I started shaking my head, though I wasn't sure which I was wary of: the seventeen part, the girl part, or the Saint Elizabeth's part. Saint Elizabeth's.

"She's in..." I almost said, the nuthouse. I shoved my fingers up to my lips. "What could I possibly do to help somebody like that?" ....

Copyright © 2003 by Carol Plum-Ucci

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Meet the Author

CAROL PLUM-UCCI is the author of What Happened to Lani Garver as well as The Body of Christopher Creed, which was named a Michael L. Printz Award Honor Book and was nominated for the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best Young Adult Mystery. She lives in New Jersey.

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Black_Violets More than 1 year ago
The She is a book with a strange title and possibly a different plot line than you would expect but its hard to put down and hard to stop thinking about. It has conflicting characters, plot changes, and is an amazing story well thought out. I would recamend this book to the people that like something a little different, maybe someone who reads Push Books... they'll love it. Overall awesome book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this when I was younger and I still love it. It has mystery, search for truth, family drama, romance, thrills, and a little bit of horror all mixed in! You won't be able to put it down!!!
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I read this back wen i was in fifth grade and it was all right. Ive read better but this is the kind of book ulll hav to read wen ur bored.
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Awesomeness1 More than 1 year ago
I've read The Body of Christopher Creed and What Happened to Lani Garver by Carol Plum-Ucci, and I have to say I liked this one about the same. Plum-Ucci has a way of mixing teen problems with almost-supernatural mysteries. I've long ceased expecting any definite conclusions to come from her work. While there was A LOT of talking in this book, I give props to the characters. The characters in this book, particularly Grey, and complex and endearing. The plot was a little slow, and I wasn't at the edge of my seat, but by the end of the book I was certainly absored. And I still have oh so many questions. If you liked other books by the author, than you will like this one.
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i loved this book it's great for young adults. you should read!........ READ IT
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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Carol Plum-Ucci has established a niche for her mysteries by blending realism and the unexplained. Following upon the success of THE BODY OF CHRISTOPHER CREED and WHAT HAPPENED TO LANI GARVER?, the author penned a credible tale that is part problem novel and part supernatural thriller. THE SHE takes the reader to familiar territory in young adult fiction--death, drug abuse, rebellion against authority, and dysfunctional families--while also presenting a haunting overtone that prevails from the first page to the last.

As a child, Evan overheard his parents' death at sea from the radio in their bedroom and continues to struggle with the circumstances that claimed their lives over ten years later. Were they drug smugglers who faked their death only to escape the authorities? Or were they the victim of a legendary sea monster rumored to have caused many shipwrecks along the neighboring shores?

As he struggles to find the truth, he is joined by an unlikely female ally, a mentally-unstable "wild child" named Grey. Evan distrusts her initially due to their "bad history," but mutual sympathy and affection grows as they realize they both need to discover the truth about the local legendary sea monster, known only as "The She."

As in her earlier novels, Plum-Ucci presents likeable anti-heroes as her main characters. Evan is popular at school but rebellious; Grey is infamous and feared, a practitioner of cruel jokes. They are the kind of characters one is drawn to, despite parental wishes. As their own tangled pasts are unwound, they grow more and more sympathetic to each other and the reader.

Another subplot is Evan's relationship with his brother, a source of tension in his life. The brothers ongoing debate about their parents disappearance represents the dichotomy of rationality/skepticism vs. curiosity/faith; the reader will identify with both sides of this "coin." We are drawn to believe in myths and legends, but steeped well enough in the 21st-century to want a rational explanation for the unexplained. Each of them is forced to confront the other's point of view at critical junctures of the story, leaving the reader in suspense. Is there a sea monster? Or is there a rational explanation for their parents' disappearance?

This tension remains to the very end of the novel, making it an enjoyable page-turner. It comes highly recommended.
Guest More than 1 year ago
it was a very interesting book and kept me at the edge of my seat. it had some great elements in it, like a little romance and action. the characters had real personalities. a good summer read, maybe by the ocean :]
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was wonderfully put together. There were so many twists i thought my head was going to explode. however ther is that continuing dull moment in several parts of the book. however, i was a little disappointed by the ending. but other than that it is a GOOD book. great to read if you have nothing else to do.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wow, I loved it. It was a great book to read if you're bored, or even by your window when it's raining. I loved it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The She was a thriller and a mystery and romantic .I loved this book and it is full of surprises and I know you will love it too!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I bought this book and haven't been able to put it down to go do the things I have needed to do. I started reading this book the other night around midnight and didn't put it down till 3 a.m. I personally, love it! There aren't any daul moments. It is just amazing! If you don't have it run out and buy it RIGHT AWAY
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was kinda young when i read this... 11. i was confused. it was good... but i just didnt get it. probably just my age. i'd recommend it to probably a high-schooler.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book i mean i really like how the author really tied all the parts in the book together. This book really made me think about how you should look at things and never doubt anybody theres always room for question and that some things cant always be proved something just need to be believed.