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Zonder Kidz launches an exciting supernatural series for kids 11 and up. The Blue Door, the first book in The Threshold Series, introduces Prissie Pomeroy, a teen who discovers she can see what others cannot: angels all around. Even more startling is the surprising secret she uncovers about people she thought she knew. As she wrestles with this unexpected ability she must come to grips with the spiritual battles surrounding her. Especially when she learns she received this gift because God has a unique role for ...
Zonder Kidz launches an exciting supernatural series for kids 11 and up. The Blue Door, the first book in The Threshold Series, introduces Prissie Pomeroy, a teen who discovers she can see what others cannot: angels all around. Even more startling is the surprising secret she uncovers about people she thought she knew. As she wrestles with this unexpected ability she must come to grips with the spiritual battles surrounding her. Especially when she learns she received this gift because God has a unique role for her in his bigger plan. But if she’s to fulfill it, she’ll need faith like never before.
This exciting debut by author Christa Kinde draws on the rapidly growing interest in angel stories, an emerging trend in teen and preteen supernatural novels. Boys and girls alike will appreciate her gifted storytelling that captures their imagination with things beyond human sight. And parents will appreciate the family-friendly tone and godly messages maintained throughout this intriguing tale of adventure and spiritual warfare.
A shining column erupted from the ring of stones set into the floor of a circular room, carrying with it the figure of a young man wreathed by shifting tendrils of blue light. "You called?" he cheerfully inquired.
"I did," rumbled a deep voice as a tall, dark man stepped forward. "We may have a problem."
Ash blond brows lifted in surprise. "I'm not the one you usually turn to in an emergency, Harken. Surely one of the others ...?"
An upraised hand halted his protest. "This situation calls for more ... delicacy."
"A direct intervention, then?"
"I'm afraid that has already been accomplished."
"Shimron's new apprentice."
"That shouldn't even be possible."
Harken offered an eloquent shrug. "Nothing is impossible."
"You have to admit, it's highly irregular."
"And well he knows it. The boy is frightened."
"I'll hurry," he promised. "Is there a message?"
"How about Fear not?"
* * *
Prissie stepped along a narrow rut leading through her grandpa's orchard, placing her sandaled feet with care so as not to raise any dust. The overgrown lane wasn't a proper road since it was only used during harvesttime, but it was one of her favorite places to escape from the constant noise of home. "Margery's birthday party's in two more weeks. April's email said she was actually thinking about inviting boys this year. Thank goodness she changed her mind. It would have ruined everything!"
At fourteen, there were many things that frustrated Prissie, but the thing she hated most was that she didn't have anyone to talk to about them. Margery and the other girls from school all lived in town, but she was stranded in the middle of nowhere with too many brothers for company.
"They're supposed to post class assignments pretty soon, and I'm crossing my fingers that we'll all have the same homeroom." She flipped a long, honey-colored braid over her shoulder, then added, "I don't know what would be worse— being separated from my friends, or having him in my class again. He's so annoying!"
Prissie paused and peered up and down the path. "Doesn't it feel like someone's watching?" she asked hesitantly. Crouching down, she softly called to Tansy; the striped tabby happily butted her head against Prissie's hand and began to purr. "Zeke better not be up to his tricks. I don't want any stalker brothers ruining things; this is my first chance to talk to Milo since Sunday."
The cat meowed, and Prissie tickled her under the chin before standing and glancing around, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. She turned in a full circle, eyes alert for a telltale head of tousled blond hair. Finally, she shrugged and continued toward the main road, the matriarch of their hay loft trailing in her wake. "It's sad that getting the mail is the most exciting part of my day," she sighed.
Prissie wasn't exactly bored. Their farm was a lively place, what with school being out for the summer and the house jam-packed. There was gardening to be done, the orchard to mow, chickens to tend, and kittens to tame. But all of that stuff was the normal kind of busy ... not the exciting kind. "Grandpa likes to say the Pomeroys have deep roots, but all that really means is that we never go anywhere. Not like Aunt Ida," she informed the cat.
Her dad's younger sister had left West Edinton as soon as she'd married and rarely made it back for visits. Uncle Loren worked for a mission board, and they traveled the world, visiting faraway places like China, India, and Africa. Prissie keenly missed the vivacious woman who'd been her "bestest" friend until she was nine, but Aunt Ida found ways to stay connected. A steady trickle of postcards and packages made it into the twin mailboxes on Orchard Lane, which was one of the reasons Prissie liked to get the mail personally.
The other reason was Milo Leggett.
Put simply, Milo was their mailman. Though young, he was an upstanding member of their community, a Sunday school teacher at Prissie's church, and an all-around nice guy. There probably wasn't a soul in West Edinton who didn't know Milo, and since he handled all their mail, he knew everyone back.
Whenever he was around, Milo acted as though the Pomeroy clan was his own family, and Prissie liked to think they were special ... and not only because they were the last stop on his daily route. As far as she was concerned, it was the one good thing about living so far from town, because about once a week—usually when there was a package to deliver—he'd stop in and stay a while.
He had an easy smile, a pleasant laugh, and it was Prissie's studied opinion that Milo's eyes were an uncommonly wonderful shade of blue. She fussed with the skirt of her pink sundress and said, "At least he doesn't treat me like one of the boys." People always seemed to think that a country girl with five brothers would turn out to be a tomboy, but Prissie did her best to set them straight by being very, very ladylike.
"If you don't hurry along, we'll miss him," she primly informed Tansy.
Most of the apple trees in this part of the orchard were the dwarf variety, their gnarled branches weighed down by unripe fruit. However, a long row of standard apple trees lined the lane. The full-sized trees took up too much space to be practical, but Grandpa Pete harbored a smidgen of nostalgia under his gruff exterior. They had been his mother's favorite apples, and since he couldn't bring himself to tear them out, they stayed.
Prissie gasped, stopping dead in her tracks. To her amazement, someone was sitting in one of Great-grandma's trees, and he was definitely watching her. Bright, black eyes peered at her with lively interest. She stared right back in utter confusion. Theirs was a small town, and she knew everyone who lived nearby. Outside of harvesttime, it was unusual to see a stranger out their way, and this boy was definitely strange. Cautiously, she stepped closer.
He wore odd clothing— a long tunic over loose pants. The beige fabric's unusual sheen shimmered in the sunlight, and the decorative patterns that edged the deep vee of the collar and the wide cuffs of each sleeve shone as if they'd been stitched with silver threads. His features were delicately exotic; pale golden skin and almond-shaped eyes were set off by glossy black, shoulder-length hair.
The boy looked comfortable enough as he leaned against the tree trunk, one foot braced on the rough bark of the low branch on which he sat, the other swinging casually. He was barefoot, and Prissie cast about for any sign of shoes, a pack, or even a bicycle in the vicinity. Nothing. Since it was too early in the season for apple thieves, she decided to err on the side of hospitality. "Hello!" she called.
The boy's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked around uncertainly. Finally, in a soft, lyrical voice, he asked, "Are you speaking to me?"
Prissie tilted her head to one side and, in a fair imitation of her grandmother's brisk tones, replied, "And who else would I be talking to?"
He only blinked at her, seemingly at a loss.
She smiled to lessen the sting of her retort. "Hi, I'm Prissie ... Prissie Pomeroy." Pointing at the roofline of their barn, which was easily visible over the tops of the trees, she added, "I live right over there."
The boy's eyes never left her face, and he was frowning in concentration.
"Do you live around here?" she asked, and when he didn't reply, she tried again. "I haven't seen you around. Are you new to the area?"
"I am," he admitted slowly.
"That explains why we haven't met," she announced, glad to have hit upon a reasonable explanation. "So what's your name?"
The oddly dressed boy swung a leg over the branch, lightly dropped to the ground, then straightened. He was shorter than her by a few inches. As he walked slowly toward her, he answered, "I am called Koji."
She thought his response a bit strange, but she politely extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, Koji."
The boy stepped right up to her, ignoring her hand and searching her face with keen interest. "You can see me?" he asked quietly.
"I thought so," he mused aloud, his expression troubled.
It was Prissie's turn to frown. His words made little sense.
"Then may I ask you a question?" Koji asked earnestly.
"Why were you praying to your cat?"
Black eyes strayed from Prissie to Tansy, then back again. "I heard you, and I was wondering ..."
"You were listening?" she gasped, trying to remember exactly what he might have overheard.
Koji nodded slowly, and Prissie huffed and propped her hands on her hips. "Well, I might have been talking out loud, but I wasn't praying ... and certainly not to a cat. That's just weird!"
"I thought so, too," the boy replied seriously.
Shaking her head, Prissie said, "Come on," and resumed walking.
"Where are we going?" he inquired, taking up a position in the lane's neighboring rut.
"Just to get the mail," she replied. "It should be here any minute."
"That is good," Koji said, sounding rather relieved.
As they walked side by side, Tansy wandered off, stalking something that moved through the long grass beneath the trees. Prissie didn't mind since cats didn't make very good conversationalists. "So, you said you're new here?" she prompted.
"Yes," he acknowledged. "That is why I am not sure how this is supposed to work."
"Are you an exchange student or something?"
"You must be staying somewhere nearby if you're barefoot," she pointed out.
"It is not far," Koji replied carefully.
They reached the end of the lane, and Prissie deftly opened the green metal gate in the white-painted board fence that surrounded their property, holding it wide and waving the boy through. "Watch out for the ditch," she instructed as she swung the gate back into place and re-twisted the wire that kept it secure.
Orchard Lane was the northernmost street in West Edinton as well as the last turn off of Centennial Highway before leaving Milton County. A handful of other families lived on the narrow gravel road, but after a few miles, it dead-ended in a wide turn-about in front of Pomeroy Orchard.
Matching white mailboxes surrounded by a profusion of purple coneflowers stood at the end of a long driveway, and Prissie made a beeline for them. An oval-shaped wooden sign hanging beneath them bore their farm's logo—an overflowing bushel basket of apples. The neat block letters on the side of the first mailbox said, Peter & Nellie Pomeroy, and the second one read, Jayce & Naomi Pomeroy. Prissie perched on the top rail of the fence behind them, then patted the space next to her. "This is where I wait," she announced.
Koji obediently climbed up beside her, murmuring, "Thank you."
Prissie wasn't sure what to think of the peculiar newcomer. Although he was a boy, he spoke quietly and politely, a refreshing change from her boisterous family. She wanted to make sure Koji was okay before turning him over to her brothers, who were always glad for a new playmate, but something about the shy way Koji watched her made her want to take him under her wing. Her brothers knew better than to pick on someone just because they were different, but she had a feeling that this guy would end up being teased at school.
"I've never seen clothes like those before," she commented.
Koji glanced down at himself and touched the softly draping cloth. "Are they uncommon?"
"People around here definitely don't dress like that," Prissie replied. After a moment's thought, she diplomatically added, "They look comfortable, though."
"I did not expect to be seen," he admitted. "Are they inappropriate?"
"Oh, no ... just different. Don't worry about it," she replied reassuringly. "So, how old are you?"
Koji opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally, he answered, "I am ... uncertain."
Prissie shook her head in disbelief. "How can you not know how old you are?"
"How old do I look?"
"Let's see ... you're definitely older than Zeke, who's eight, but I doubt you're as old as Beau. He's thirteen. What grade are you in?"
"Grade?" he asked blankly.
"Yes, what grade are you going into this fall?" she repeated. When he didn't answer, she prompted, "You do go to school, don't you?"
"I am an apprentice."
Just then, the sound of an engine carried down the road, and they both looked toward the car that rattled toward them, kicking up a small cloud of dust. The faded green four-door rolled to a stop in front of the mailboxes, and Milo leaned out the window. "Hey there, Miss Priscilla!"
Milo was the only person besides her mother who called her by her full name, and Prissie loved it. Pink blossomed on her cheeks as she replied, "Hello, Milo."
To her surprise, he didn't acknowledge her companion but said, "Zeke was down here yesterday, and he said you were helping your grandma."
"We were packing pickle jars," Prissie explained, but her lips turned down. It wasn't like Milo to ignore someone. She cleared her throat and arched her brows at him. "This is Koji, a new friend." The boy beside her squirmed, and Prissie elbowed him gently. "Don't worry; Milo's okay. We've known him for ages."
"I apologize," the mailman smoothly interjected. "I didn't intend to be rude. I simply wasn't sure ... well, never mind that, now. Hey, Koji ... I see you've met Miss Pomeroy."
"How is it that the two of you became acquainted?" Milo gently asked.
Black eyes pleaded for understanding. "I don't really understand, Milo. Did I do something wrong ... maybe?" The fidgeting boy nervously pushed his hair back, tucking it behind one ear, and Prissie's eyes immediately bugged out. The tip of Koji's revealed ear came to a pronounced point.
"Well, that's done it," Milo sighed. Propping his chin on his fist he chided, "My, what big ears you have."
Koji started and guiltily pulled the hair back forward. "Sorry," he mumbled before peeking at Prissie out of the corner of his eye. "Do not be afraid?" he asked, sounding more than a little uncertain.
"Are you supposed to be some kind of elf or something?" she demanded.
He quickly shook his head, then looked helplessly at Milo. "What should I do?" he asked in a small voice.
"That's a very good question." The mailman ran a hand over close-cropped blond curls. "Well, these things don't happen without a reason," he said with determined cheerfulness.
"That is so," Koji agreed.
Prissie looked between them. "Do you know each other?"
"We do," Milo said with a small smile.
"This doesn't make any sense," she muttered, hopping down from the fence and approaching the mailman. "What's going on?" she demanded, a spark of temper hiding her underlying nervousness.
Milo turned off the engine and unfolded his lean frame from the parked car. Gesturing reassuringly, he said, "I can explain, but I think it's best if we have a little chat with Harken. He'll know what to say."
"The gentleman who owns the used bookstore on Main Street," Milo calmly replied.
"I know Mr. Mercer," she acknowledged hesitantly. "He's nice."
For several moments, lines of concentration creased Milo's forehead, and then he asked, "Miss Priscilla, is your mother home?"
"She's in the garden," Prissie said, nodding in the direction of the house.
"If I can arrange things, will you come with us into town?" Milo asked.
Prissie's heart did a little flip. Yes, it would be nice to find out why Koji looked like he'd wandered away from a film crew, but what really mattered was the chance to go somewhere with Milo. "Sure!" she replied, smiling brightly.
Milo looked somewhat taken aback, but he nodded and said, "As it happens, I have a package to deliver. If you'll lead the way, I'll do so personally!"
"Perfect!" Prissie exclaimed.
"Providential," the mailman corrected, leaning over to collect his final delivery of the day from inside the car. Pocketing his keys, he gestured for her to precede him, and once they were on their way up the long drive, he asked, "Will you do me a favor, Miss Priscilla?"
Excerpted from The Blue Door by Christa Kinde Copyright © 2012 by Christa Kinde. Excerpted by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Posted February 13, 2014
I loved this book. I really loved reading about Prissie & Tameas's realationship. As always i love Christa's writing.
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Posted April 28, 2014
Posted April 27, 2014
The Blue Door is one of my favorite books. I like it because it is a Christian book, the plot is great, and I like the way it’s written. Another reason I like it is because the author makes the characters seem real. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who likes fantasy with some realistic fiction mixed in.
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Posted March 22, 2014
Posted March 28, 2013
This is a very engaging story. Lots of different types of angels, all of a sudden Prissie can see and talk too.
Prissie is the main character in book 1. She comes from a big family with 5 brothers living on a farm. She is 15.
Prissie sees a stranger up in one of their trees barefoot. She said something to the boy and she thinks she is talking to someone else. He is used to not being seen but tells her his name is Koji. Then her mailman Milo that she has had a crush on for years ignores the teenager and just talks to Prissie.
Milo when he knows that Prissie can see Koji asks her to come with him if her mom will let her. Milo takes Prissie and one of her brothers to a used bookstore. They tell her they are angels. That some angels have regular jobs. Others like Koji are observers and not seen. Their are many angels of different types.
Also in the bookstore their are two doors in the back her brother can only see one. He can't see the blue door, or Koji.
Prissie freaks and spends the rest of the day at her fathers bakery down the street. She stays away from Milo for a while and ponders the question are their real angels? The more she knows is weird for her. She finds out that their is a war going on with angels and the fallen.
I liked The Blue Door. I liked all the characters and the different angels and types of angels. Prissie finds out that her house is crowded with all the different angels their.
Prissie has other teenage problems she feels that her best friends are replacing her. They all are changing and some are not for the better. Their is a new girl in town who tends not to like her but likes her best friends.
A boy who is always giving her a hard time is now working with her father at the bakery.
I can't wait to read the next book in the series. The Hidden Deep coming in Apr, 2013.
I was given this ebook to read and asked to review it by Netgalley.
Published September 25th 2012 by Zonderkidz Zondervan 271 pages ISBN 0310724198
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Posted February 9, 2013
Im reading the real book not on the nook(;) its really cool evven though im only on page 61 its kind of a bummer though because it tells who the angles are in the begging even thogh read the book:)
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Posted December 28, 2013
Posted September 25, 2013
The Blue Door by Christa Kinde hooked me on the Threshold series. Prissie Pomeroy is your ordinary live-on-the-farm girl, just without a hint of tomboyishness-- not an easy feat with five brother. Prissie's life is very orderly and normal, up until one day when she goes to get the mail. Seeing someone in her family's orchard isn't uncommon. But when the boy she sees asks her if she can see him, Prissie's life is never the same. Finding an angel in the orchard is one thing, realizing some of the adults she grew up around are actually angels is quite another. Prissie now knows that she can see angels, but why? And what is she supposed to do now? She could just ignore them, but that's kind of hard in her small town. She could refuse to believe it, but they are everywhere...literally! So she has to get used to it. But can you ever get used to seeing the invisible? Find out with Prissie in this refreshing read with a small-town with invisible and visible angels. The Blue Door will keep you page-turning!
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Posted January 7, 2013
This book was not a favorite of mine. It's about a girl named Priscella Pmoeroy. While walking through her garden, she meets a boy that only herself, her mailman named Milo and a bookstore owner named Harken can see. Upon learning this startling information, Milo reveals that they are all angels. Prissie is then thrown into a world of shock and chaos, trying to run away from what she is. Unfortunately I didn't enjoy this book and I couldn't even finish it.For one thing, It felt like I was reading the Westing Game. I couldn't keep track of all the characters and the author used the words "him" and "her" when more than 2 people were talking or when 2 people of the same gender were talking to each other. It made me so mad! Second, I don't need to know every single thing that the characters did. If it doesn't help the plot move along, don't write it. I skimmed through a lot of the book and sometimes even skipped paragraphs because of the amount of detail in the book. I hate reading too much about what the characters do. Like I don't even want to know about their daily lives and just want to know about the most important things that happen and their relation to the story. Even though I didn't love this book, I hope you guys give it a chance. I might even try to finish it over the summer. Hopefully, I will be more mature (probably not:)) and will enjoy the book. I would recommend this book to 8-10 graders who love slower reads and have a lot of time on their hands. I hope anyone who reads this review will still give the book a chance, because everybody's different and some people might like this book. Alright fellow readers, TTYL!!!!!!!
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Posted July 7, 2012
Being the only girl with five brothers can be tough, but Prissie tries her best to act all ladylike, wanting to be the normal town-girl. She wears cute dresses, helps around with the cooking, joins pie contests, stays away from the bad boys, crushes on the cute mailman, and talks to the invisible boy sitting on a tree. Wait... what?
Okay, so maybe Prissie isn't entirely normal anymore. Ever since she met Koji, a sort of light-switch has gone off in her head. She can see things others can't. She can see angels.
And Koji isn't the only angel around town. Prissie will discover that those closest to her are actually not what they seem. And Prissie is in far more danger now that a message has been passed to her, because where there is light... there is darkness.
The Blue Door is different than most other books. For starters, there isn't much of any romance, which was sort of a shocker (in a good way though). I got stuck to angel books filled with passion, but I'll admit this was a refreshing read. It started off somewhat slow, Kinde let me get acquainted to the characters and the town first. I got a good picture in my head, Kinde described everything with the touch of a true storyteller. But there seemed to be more detailing and less action. Nothing really big happens until the end, everything in between just seems like a filler. I got tired real fast, and when the real stuff started to happen, I just didn't feel into it anymore.
The characters were interesting. Prissie got on my nerves though. I could understand why she didn't want to accept the whole 'angels-really-exist' thing and I got why she avoided some of them, but there was something about her that I disliked. She didn't really do much of anything, expect maybe bake a pie. I thought her character was sort of dull and not all that fascinating. Her 'nemesis', Ransom, got my attention the most. He wasn't really important, but I loved his humor and bad-boy attitude.
Most of the angels were as I would expect them to be; kind, good-looking, talented, curious, and very discreet. Of course the bad guys were bad and the good guys were good, you could tell which was which very easily in the book.
The plot was entertaining. The thing I liked best about it was that it wasn't so predictable. It tired me out a little, but I enjoyed the way the end came somewhat unexpected. I was guessing throughout the book, but in the end I came up dead wrong.
Overall, I enjoyed The Blue Door. The only real problem I had was the heavy amount of religious reference and self-righteousness, which really annoyed me. I felt like I was being taught a lesson every chapter, one of those life lesson I get lectured on almost every day. I skimmed over most of those paragraphs. For the religious stuff, it's all really new to me. I guess I'm glad one one hand, because Kinde explained some things I never knew, but then on the other hand... I really didn't care. I could stand a little of it, but it was a bit too much for my taste. The mystery side of the book kept me holding on though. Curiosity ate me up.
I was still left with a lot of questions unanswered and this is why I can't wait to read the second one. The Blue Door is a good start to a very promising series.
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Posted February 9, 2015
This, the first book in the Threshold series, begins when 14-year-old Prissie Pomeroy sees a boy sitting in one of her grandfather's apple trees who turns out to be a young angel. She discovers that she already knows other angels, who have been living in her town in the guise of humans. As she is drawn into the world of these angels, she learns more than just how to see the invisible.
The author is a Christian, and she bases her angel lore on Scriptural references, extended by a wide-ranging and imaginative system of the different orders of angels and their responsibilities.
This book will be most thoroughly enjoyed by Christian tween- and teenaged readers, because of the age of the viewpoint character and the Christian perspectives that are inherent in the setting.
But anyone who appreciates fantasy, along with engaging and realistic characterisation, and an excellence of writing style not compromised by being directed primarily to a YA audience, will be well advised to give this book a try.
Posted February 1, 2015
Blue Door Review:
Prissie Pomeroy had always loved her normal life with her large family in Pomeroy Orchard. But one day, when she was walking through the orchard, she spotted something that changed all of that. A boy, sitting in one of the apple trees. A boy that she shouldn’t have been able to see.
“Hello!” she called.
The boy’s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked around uncertainly. Finally, in a soft, lyrical voice, he asked, “Are you speaking to me?”
The boy reveals himself to be Koji, and Prissie introduces him to her friend, Milo, the mailman. Something strange seems to be going on, as Prissie quickly finds out when Koji accidentally reveals his pointed ears. When Prissie goes with Milo and Koji to bring a package to her mom, she is confused by her family’s ignorance of the boy, it’s as if they can’t see him. She soon finds out why.
“The truth is best,” he said, offering Prissie a lopsided smile before turning his attention back on the rode, “Go ahead, Koji.”
The boy straightened and bravely met Prissie’s gaze, “The truth is … we are angels.”
Prissie is shocked by his statement. Milo, one of the people she felt she knew best, isn’t really who he said he was. Even Harken, the owner of the bookstore who her family has known for a long time, is really an angel. Then she learns that, for some reason only known by God, she has been given the ability to see angels. Feeling a little scared, and hurt by the secret her friends had been keeping from her, she states that she won’t believe them. She isn’t really sure what to do, and she wasn’t sure if what they were saying was true.
Mr. Pomeroy invites Milo and Harken to dinner that night, and Prissie is dismayed that the two people that she didn’t really want to talk to were joining them for dinner.
She sat out of the conversation that night, feeling awkward. When she goes to fill a pitcher of water, she is startled by Harken, who followed her into the kitchen to tell her something.
“I have a message for you, child.”
Prissie darted a quick glance at Milo, but the old man shook his head and said, “First of all, don’t be afraid.”
She swallowed hard and gave a little half-shake of her head. “If you say so.”
He pulled his hand away with a sigh. “I told you Prissie, I’m only a messenger.” She tentatively met his gaze, and Harken nodded approvingly. With calm solemnity, he intoned, “Priscilla Pomeroy, the time had come to give away some of your trust.”
Afterwards, Prissie talks to Koji, asking him questions about angels. With her mind spinning with information, she also asks her mother about angels. When Milo comes over, bringing a package with him, she has no choice but to talk to him again, it helps her make a decision about what she should do.
Prissie drew a deep, shaky breath, then blurted, “Okay.”
Harken and Milo exchanged a glance, and the bookstore owner inquired, “Okay?”
“Yes. Okay. I’m willing to listen … or whatever,” Prissie said in a rush. “I don’t understand what’s going on, but if you guys need me, I don’t feel right about refusing.”
When Prissie said she was willing to listen to what the angels had to tell her, she wasn’t quite sure what she was agreeing to. Turns out, she was agreeing to something really wonderful. And something dangerous. Something more dangerous then she could ever have imagined ….
The Blue Door is the first book in the Threshold series, and is one of my favorite books ever, I have read it over and over again! But if you are a lover of super-intense books, this one might not catch your interest that much. I also really loved all the other books in the Threshold series. I would say that the book is good for all ages. ~Savannah P.
My name is Paige! After reading The Blue Door, which I borrowed from on of my mom's co-workers, I knew I had to buy the rest of the series and I am so glad I did ! I love this whole series, especially the characters and the angels ! I love the authors writing style (Mrs.Kinde) as well as the little short stories of the Threshold series she posts on her blog. The points of friendship in this book has touched me in a special way and this remains as one of my favorite book series to this day ! I highly recommend buying this book and the series, it is a keeper . (:Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 5, 2014
Posted July 11, 2014
This is a one of my favorite series. The Blue Door is a little slow at first because there are a lot of new characters. When you read the 2nd and 3rd book, the plot picks up a lot. By the time you begin reading the last book, you can't put it down. I found myself not wanting the series to end. I suggest reading the short stories by Christa Kinde once you finish The Garden Gate. This is an amazing series and author. I recomend ages 12 - 16.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 31, 2014
Posted April 28, 2014
I love this whole series! As with the rest of the books in this series, I didn't want to put it down. Plus, I can relate to a lot of Prissie's feelings and struggles, making me enjoy the book all the more. Very entertaining.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 23, 2014
The Blue Door is the first book in the Threshold Series. Prissie Pomeroy, a fourteen year old girl, lives on a farm with her family, after encountering Koji, a strange boy in the family orchard, she realizes that she has been given the gift of seeing angels. The fact is, she doesn't want to accept it. After meeting angels who are living in her town, she doesn't understand why she can see angels, but she knows that God must have a reason.
I thoroughly enjoyed The Blue Door. I was super excited to be able to read this book, and I was not disappointed! I fell in love with this series, and am excited to start reading the next one! The Author, Christa Kinde, does a wonderful job keeping the story intriguing and kept me turning the pages. I couldn't put it down! She helps the reader understand the characters and their personality. Which helps you get to know each and every person in her book! So, go pick up your copy and start reading!
I would definitely suggest this series to my friends.
-Overall, I would rate this book 5 out of 5 stars.-
Thank you Mrs. Kinde for a great series!
Posted April 1, 2014
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Posted March 11, 2014