The Murmurings

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A teen starts hearing the same voices that drove her sister to commit suicide in this “atmospheric, paranormal chiller (that) will appeal to fans of Stephen King” (VOYA).

The voices in her head are not her own...

Everyone thinks Sophie’s sister, Nell, went crazy. After all, she heard strange voices that drove her to commit suicide. But Sophie doesn’t believe that Nell would take her own life, and she’s ...

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Overview

A teen starts hearing the same voices that drove her sister to commit suicide in this “atmospheric, paranormal chiller (that) will appeal to fans of Stephen King” (VOYA).

The voices in her head are not her own...

Everyone thinks Sophie’s sister, Nell, went crazy. After all, she heard strange voices that drove her to commit suicide. But Sophie doesn’t believe that Nell would take her own life, and she’s convinced that Nell’s doctor knows more than he’s letting on.

As Sophie starts to piece together Nell’s last days, every lead ends in a web of lies. And the deeper Sophie digs, the more danger she’s in—because now she’s hearing the same haunting whispers. Sophie’s starting to think she’s going crazy too. Or worse, that maybe she’s not…

“Heart-thumping.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Satisfyingly disturbing.” —BCCB

“The perfect mix of horror and psychological thriller. Jaw-dropping.” —Shelf Awareness

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Editorial Reviews

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"Heart-thumping."

"Satisfyingly disturbing."

"The perfect mix of horror and psychological thriller. Jaw-dropping."

"This creepy debut has a supernatural mystery that readers will want to solve."

"This atmospheric, paranormal chiller will appeal to fans of Stephen King."

VOYA - Walter Hogan
West's debut novel is driven by the first-person, present-tense narration of fifteen-year-old Sophie David. Another first-person voice chimes in posthumously as Sophie discovers diary entries left behind by her older sister, Nell, who recently died under mysterious circumstances. Since Nell's death, Sophie's single mom has retreated into alcohol and depression, and Sophie feels terribly alone when she begins to hear the same strange "murmurings" that had plagued Nell. Then, to shy Sophie's surprise, handsome classmate Evan Gold begins to show an interest in both Sophie herself and the paranormal mystery she is determined to solve. From their hometown in Phoenix, Sophie and Evan venture to the largely abandoned mining town of Jerome, where they find important clues to Nell's last, terrifying days. Their search comes to a shattering conclusion at the secretive, creepy Oakside Behavioral Institute, where Nell had been committed in her final months. This rather long young adult novel develops slowly, prior to the eventful conclusion. It becomes apparent early on that the horror element is supernatural, but the nature and origin of the "murmurings" are a mystery to be solved. Suspense is also maintained by Sophie's puzzling encounters with several strange characters whose motives are obscure: Dr. Keller, the intense Oakside director; former Oakside employee Adam, who had a special relationship with Nell; and current inmates of Oakwood, who seem to know secrets that they will not or cannot disclose. This atmospheric, paranormal chiller with a Southwestern setting will appeal to fans of Stephen King. Reviewer: Walter Hogan
Kirkus Reviews
Sophie worries that she may wind up in a mental institution like her sister Nell when she starts hearing the same ghostly whispering that doomed Nell. Was Nell crazy? Is Sophie? Or do both sisters have an ability to hear things from beyond the grave? Worse, does their ability put them in danger? Sophie's new love interest, Evan, wants to help find out what happened to Nell when she died after escaping from the Oakside Behavioral Institute. Sophie and Evan investigate Nell's death, meeting Adam, the former Oakside worker who helped Nell escape. Ignoring, of course, both Adam's and Evan's advice to stay away from Oakside, Sophie goes there anyway and becomes trapped when an unethical doctor convinces her alcoholic mother to commit her. It seems the doctor has his own reasons for getting "seers" under his control. Now Sophie must find a way to escape from Oakside on her own. For a short time, West flirts with the possibility that Sophie's "murmurings" might be psychological rather than paranormal but drops that mystery in favor of pure suspense. The plotting is effective, including secret prowling around the institute at night, surreptitious meetings with a sympathetic ally, fun with mirrors and heart-thumping encounters. A steady pace helps to compensate for an overlong story. Some decent frights will keep the pages turning. (Paranormal suspense. 12 & up)
Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
"Satisfyingly disturbing."
Shelf Awareness
"The perfect mix of horror and psychological thriller. Jaw-dropping."
Booklist Online
"This creepy debut has a supernatural mystery that readers will want to solve."
Children's Literature - Barbara Monroe
Sophie hears voices just like her sister Nell. Nell had been sent to a mental hospital but managed to escape with an orderly named Adam. Sophie was not able to talk with her before Nell committed suicide. The police found her body in Jerome, Arizona. Sophie does not believe her sister took her own life. Sophie hears the murmurings and wonders if she is going crazy like her sister until Evan Gold, a popular kid and sports jock, suddenly takes an interest in her. He seems legit in his interest in Sophie but he knows a lot more about the hospital that Nell was in then Sophie realized. He knows because his close cousin, Deb, is missing and the hospital was the last place she was seen. Dr. Keller runs the hospital. He is a crazy psychologist who is on a mission. He believes the murmurings Nell heard were of his fiancé, who was killed. He will do anything to reconnect with her. Sophie must piece together her sister’s hospital stay through her journal. She learns about the Takers and the people who see them. Sophie becomes trapped in the hospital by the crazy Dr. Keller. The Taker is coming; it is out to get her soul. This is a scary story. The descriptions of the hospital and conditions are chilling. How the seers die is really spooky and the descriptions of the Takers will make your skin crawl and give you the shivers. A fun read. Reviewer: Barbara Monroe; Ages 14 up.
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Nell David was found hanging from a tree by her big toe, far from the Oakside Behavioral Institute where she was being treated for hearing voices. Everyone assumes it was suicide, but her sister feels differently, and not just because the circumstances seem to defy logic. Sophie doesn't want to believe that Nell would take her own life because she has started to hear voices as well, soft murmurings that are occasionally followed by a glimpse of something, someone, out of the corner of her eye. Her situation compounded by her mother's inability to stay sober, Sophie tries to ignore her growing fear of becoming just like Nell. With the help of Evan, the obligatory good-guy romantic prospect who is looking for some answers of his own, Sophie investigates what happened to her sister at Oakside. Online research bolstered by Nell's journal and poetry lead them to find the truth behind those disturbing murmurings, as Sophie is placed in danger. West conjures some creepy imagery in this melancholy horror story; however, slow pacing and occasionally clunky exposition keep the book from taking off until the second half. Readers may guess some of the plot points along the way, but solid character development and a haunting tone make this an appealing read for teens who like mysteries neatly resolved.—Joy Piedmont, LREI, New York City
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442441798
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse
  • Publication date: 3/5/2013
  • Pages: 370
  • Sales rank: 1,474,920
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 850L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Carly Anne West is a freelance writer with an MFA in English and Creative Writing from Mills College. She lives with her husband and son in Seattle, Washington. Visit her at CarlyAnneWest.com.

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I’M SUPPOSED TO WONDER WHY Gregor Samsa is a cockroach. Not how. Why. That’s the way Mrs. Dodd says we need to think if we’re going to analyze The Metamorphosis. Otherwise, the how gets distracting. Apparently, Franz Kafka didn’t want us questioning how it’s possible that some guy could wake up one morning as a cockroach. We’re supposed to focus on why he would be a giant, hideous insect, to ask why it had to happen to him and nobody else, to wonder why his family doesn’t care.

It feels pretty familiar, actually: all those why questions, that whole family-not-caring thing. Except that my mom probably wouldn’t notice if I grew antennae and a couple of extra legs, let alone take notice enough to throw apples at me across the dining room table. As much as I want to listen to what Mrs. Dodd is saying about Gregor Samsa and cockroaches, all I can think about is how I wanted my junior year to feel different. Maybe more like it was happening to me and not someone else. Maybe just . . . quieter. Nell was always the outgoing one. I liked being the sister of someone who was popular. It came with fringe benefits. No one teased me if I sat in a corner at lunch with a book, rather than at a table with friends. After Nell went into the hospital, though, everything changed. All of her so-called friends treated her like a leper. And now, I’m someone to be feared by association.

“And what’s the significance of Grete, the sister? Anyone?”

In a way, it’s better. Even if someone tapped me on the shoulder—some bland-looking new girl who didn’t know anything about Nell, someone who didn’t know that my mom drinks like it’s her job, that I can’t talk to my dad about it because I don’t even know who he is and probably never will—and told me she wanted to be my best friend, what would I tell her? That I’m the girl whose sister heard whispers that weren’t quite words, and saw things so dark they took away her light? That she was really good at hiding it from everyone but me? That Nell cut herself and ran away from her institution with some orderly named Adam Newfeld, and that no one saw her again until her body was found in Jerome, Arizona? That the police haven’t found the orderly—who was probably the last one to see her alive—not that they’ve been trying very hard? That when I went to Jerome a week later to see where they found Nell’s body, I felt like I was being watched the whole time, and when I returned to my car, Nell’s journal was lying on the front seat?

“Why does Kafka pay so much attention to the father figure? Come on. Someone knows.”

Or best yet, would I tell this pretend friend of mine that I’m starting to hear things too, just like Nell did before she got worse? Would I tell her about the thing in the mirror from that night?

“Sophie? You look deep in thought. Why don’t you share what’s on your mind?”

“The voice,” I say.

I hear shuffling behind me. A chair creaks under shifting weight. Someone snickers. I swear I hear “freak” coughed. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Hmm, can you expand on that a little?” Mrs. Dodd’s face is puckered with concern.

She thinks I’m getting at something and wants to get there with me. I swear Mrs. Dodd would take anything I said as gospel. She always gives me credit for understanding more than I do. Why she thinks I’ve got so much figured out is beyond me.

I take a stab at it. “Er, uh, the voice is important for explaining . . . his anger?” Gregor seems mad enough. I mean, if I woke up tomorrow and I was a giant insect, I’d be a little more than pissed.

Still, I wonder if it’s worse to wake up and realize that your sister’s dead, or that you’ll probably wind up just like her. I wonder if that’s not a hundred times worse.

“Okay . . . ” Mrs. Dodd seems to chew on my words for a minute, then she swallows. Inspiration arrives. “Yes. Okay, anger. Absolutely. And this is the root of Kafka’s imagery. Very good. Now, who can take it from here?”

Sure, why not? Anger’s at the root of a lot of things.

That’s when a memory grips me like a cramp, taking over my body and making me focus on that one singular pain. It’s in reaction to a word: “root.”

Every part of me remembers the tree roots bulging from the ground in Jerome. The roots of the tree that held Nell upside down amid its high, sprawling limbs until the elderly sheriff found her. She was in a position so unnatural that I still can’t fully believe the report. But what I remember most is the feeling of my foot curving over the root of that goddamned tree.

I shudder, knocking my copy of Franz Kafka’s Collected Works to the floor with a thud loud enough to attract the attention of the entire classroom. The snickering resumes. I look around, but nobody looks back. Like they’re afraid I’ll turn them to stone.

“Sorry,” I mutter to no one in particular and lean for the book, which is just out of my reach. Mrs. Dodd is talking about Gregor Samsa’s violin-playing sister, but all I hear is sister, sister, sister.

My head starts to swirl, and I’m so sure I’m going to throw up that I don’t even ask Mrs. Dodd for a hall pass. I don’t say a word. I just get up and charge to the front of the room.

“Sophie, are you—?”

I’m out the door before she can finish.

My cheeks are tingling by the time I enter the restroom. I push into the nearest stall (I don’t even scan to see if I’m alone. There’s no time) and promptly lose my breakfast: cottage cheese, cantaloupe, and half of a cinnamon-raisin bagel. I’m sure I’ll never eat any of those foods again for as long as I live.

“Oh God,” I mumble, shivering as I hear my words echo back to me in the dank bathroom.

I emerge from the stall and nearly jump right back into it when I see my reflection. I look like hell. In this light, my hair is less “chocolate auburn,” as the box suggested, and more purple. Which matches the circles under my eyes. My eyes are deep-set as it is, so it sort of looks like my skull has swallowed them. My face is thinner than it used to be. I haven’t had much of an appetite since Nell died.

Nell.

Nell is dead.

My sister is dead.

There’s a faucet dripping. The rhythm is steady, and soon my heart begins to beat in time with it. Then there is nothing. It’s as if all sound is pulled from the bathroom with the intake of a breath.

After a moment, sound returns, focused in my right ear, like a hand cupping the air beside my head.

Murmuring.

The sound is so close, yet I can’t make out the words. But it wants to be heard.

“Sophie, what is it? What’s the matter?”

Mrs. Dodd stands in the open doorway, her hay-colored hair swishing as the door clangs shut behind her. The murmuring is gone. The faucet is dripping again. A tiny spot on the mirror distorts my reflection—a tiny spot that wasn’t there a minute ago.

It happened again.

“It’s . . . ” I start to say.

If I was going to tell anyone, it would probably be Mrs. Dodd. She reads Poe and Tolstoy, and understands the poetry of Lord Byron and even Nietzsche. She once told us that when she reads Dostoevsky, she can almost hear the author breathing with her. She also gave me my very own copy of T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land—my sister’s favorite—after Nell died.

“It’s nothing,” I say. “I-I’m sorry.” I start to leave, but she stops me.

“Easy. It’s fine. You know you can always talk to me, Sophie, if you need to.”

She’s trying to sound casual, but her face is scrunched up with worry.

“I’m fine.” My voice comes out a little too loud, echoing in the bathroom like a vocal pinball. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be teaching?”

Her face finally relaxes when I say this. She’s the only teacher I feel comfortable talking to like she’s not a teacher. Maybe because she’s never treated me like just another student.

“I figured it wouldn’t take much to get you back in the classroom. I know how much you love Kafka,” she says as she pushes the door open for me.

I don’t have the heart to tell her I used to love him. Until he and every other author started making me think of Nell.

Back in the classroom, I return to my seat as quickly as possible and fail to block out the whispers coming from Nell’s former friends. I try to tell myself that the murmuring isn’t getting louder, more insistent. I tell myself it’s not happening more frequently.

And mostly, I tell myself that I didn’t see the mirror start to ripple where my face was, like something was behind the glass, trying to get out.

• • •

The final bell for fifth period is already ringing as I throw my nearly uneaten lunch away. Now that I just don’t give a shit, tardiness is a new habit I’ve developed. Besides, rushing anywhere in Phoenix’s autumn heat only makes you sweat more than usual. The Sweep Monitor will catch me today, like he has every other day since the start of the school year.

“Sophie D.,” says a deep voice from behind me. The Sweep Monitor.

Sweep is a holding tank of delinquency where the kids who aren’t responsible enough to get to class before the door shuts get sent. Only the unluckiest of teachers, usually the football coach, Mr. Tarza, is assigned to babysit the Sweep room. Usually one of his junior varsity players gets stuck playing glorified dogcatcher. This month it’s been Evan Gold, and he’s on me like a hawk. A cute hawk, but still.

“Hey, Sophie D.”

I don’t stop walking. I’m already headed for the Sweep room. I just wish I could get there without having to talk to anyone. It’s nothing against Evan. He’s a junior too, and he recently transferred here from a private school on the other side of Phoenix. He knows all about Nell, so I can forget about that whole mysterious-new-friend-giving-me-a-fresh-start fantasy. The football players date the popular girls—the girls who used to call themselves Nell’s friends—so of course they brought Evan up to speed pretty quickly. She died six months ago, but the rumors live on. They may not talk to me, but they don’t whisper very quietly, either.

Evan’s never said anything to me about Nell, even if his ear has been soaked with a mouthful of gossip. Instead, he says my name in a cool-cat kind of way, like he believes I might be just as cool as he is. He’s in for a world of hurt. I’m nothing like Nell used to be. Not in the ways he’d like.

“Hey, look, I’m not trying to give you a hard time,” he says apologetically. I turn around as he trots to catch up. He is easily a foot taller than me (which really isn’t saying much since I’m only five foot two). His curly black hair is always messy, and today is no exception. But I never realized until now how pretty his eyes are, some sort of super-light brown, like amber.

“Seriously, I’m . . . ” he stammers. Usually, Evan just escorts me to Sweep and makes inane chitchat about how lame school is or how Coach Tarza’s riding his ass like a jockey. I hardly know him, but for some reason I think he tries to sound like someone he’s not. Or maybe I’m just that desperate for someone to relate to. On this particular trip to Sweep, though, he doesn’t sound like he’s trying to be cool. His voice is deep, and even though I’m not cold, I have to brush the hairs down on my arms.

“Just doing your job?” I say jokingly, but it comes out angry. It seems like everything irritates me lately. I’m swearing more than I used to, which is quite an accomplishment considering I was already hitting the four-letter words pretty hard before all of this happened. My mom doesn’t notice like she used to, but it makes me sound like a shrew around everyone else. So when I see Evan’s face fall, I feel like a jerk.

“Nah, you get paid for a job. This is punishment for not making varsity,” he says in an easy, self-deprecating way, but something about his wrinkled brow tells me he’s actually embarrassed.

I’ve never seen someone popular look embarrassed. Nell never used to look embarrassed. She was into poetry, which should have exiled her to the Loners’ table at lunch with me, but she always just looked entitled. It went beyond confidence, yet somehow she dodged arrogance.

“Only seniors make varsity here,” I say, and he smiles a little. His face is long, and his jawbones stick out like he’s clamping his teeth together even when he’s not. I can’t help but smile back at him. It feels like the first time in six months I’ve moved my mouth that way, and it hurts.

“So what you’re saying is I can’t be the guy who scores the winning touchdown, gets the girl, and drives into the sunset in some kick-ass new car like in the movies?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I laugh. “I mostly stick to the scary stuff. I’m a sucker for horror films, old ones mostly.”

It’s not really worth mentioning that I’ve been staying away from that kind of stuff since Nell died. It’s only fun when it doesn’t feel so . . . real.

Evan’s walking next to me now, and it feels like we should be holding hands or something. All at once, I’m desperate to cross my arms over my chest. I’m the only one in the family with big boobs and hips. Nell used to joke that my straight hair was the only flat thing on me. Lately, though, everything is loose and saggy on me.

We reach the Sweep room, and I’m barely used to the feeling of Evan beside me before he’s trotting backward down the hallway.

“Try to stay out of trouble, Sophie D.”

Then he stumbles a little, catches himself, and practically sprints around the corner. I’m still smiling when I open the door.

“Truancy is nothing to smile about,” Coach Tarza says, barely looking up from his month-old Sports Illustrated.

I make a quick scan of the room before sitting at the desk closest to the door. It’s just me and the stoners today. The earthy smell of marijuana hangs in the air, and I can only hope for a contact high to dull my senses. There are thirty-five more minutes of skull-crushing silence before sixth period. We’re not allowed to do homework in Sweep, lest we try to turn our punishment into a study hall. So I’ll use this time to pick the split ends of my dyed hair.

When the bell finally jolts me back to consciousness, my heart skips heavily in my chest. I had traveled someplace with Evan Gold, and pretty much no one else for miles and miles. In my imagined existence, I discovered soft lips that traced mine and hands that cupped the small of my back and pulled my hips against his. I would have given anything to stay in that world just a little longer. If I knew what normal felt like, I bet that daydream would have been it.

Nell David

October 11

My wrist doesn’t burn anymore. I remember feeling pain, then no pain at all, then pain again. The doctors stitched me up in a hurry, then gave me some time to get settled (that’s how they put it) before bringing in some shrink.

The shrink seems to be the top guy around here. He had a concerned look, as if he practiced furrowing his brow. Too small of a crease in his forehead implies he’s cold. Too much tells me how crazy I really am. But the right crease says it all: It’s not my fault.

Apparently there’s not much hope for me, but he’s going to give me a chance at getting back to normal. Only he doesn’t use the word “I.” He says “we.” We’re going to try this or that. We’re going to take this slowly.

I don’t remember what day that was. Yesterday maybe. They’re letting me keep a journal. I guess they figure it’s hard for someone to hurt themselves writing, assuming the pencil is dull enough.

I still hear the murmurs, but like always, I can’t make out what the voice is saying. I can’t tell if I’m supposed to. The pills don’t do much to stop it. None of it really matters though. The voice didn’t make me break the glass. The thing in the mirror did. And what’s worse is that the doctors and nurses here seem to believe me. Not a single person has denied that what I saw—that what I’ve been hearing—is real.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2014

    The dialogue isn't the best, but everything else is perfect. Thi

    The dialogue isn't the best, but everything else is perfect. This story makes you feel crazy because you don't know if you should believe it's schizophrenia or something else. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2013

    I like this book. Like a lot. I was looking for Young Adult book

    I like this book. Like a lot. I was looking for Young Adult book that wasn't just paranormal romance. I found this book and though it has romance, this book is based in about the bond between sisters. It has horror elements. It is very good :D

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  • Posted May 8, 2013

    I have been venturing into Young Adult supernatural literature r

    I have been venturing into Young Adult supernatural literature recently just to expand my horizons. I decided to read The Murmurings for a few reasons. First of all, I know the author. Secondly, the story is realistic in a supernatural way – making it much more of a thriller. Lastly, the typeface and layout of the book is easy on the eyes (I’m an “older” reader) and it came with a bookmark that matched the book. The last reason enhanced my reading experience beyond the words and story line.

    The main character in The Murmurings is Sophie. Her world is in turmoil. Her sister, Nell, had been committed to a mental hospital because she was hearing voices, A few months ago, Nell died while under a doctor’s care at the hospital. They said she committed suicide, but Sophie doesn’t believe it and she is determined to find out the truth. Her mother dealt with Nell’s death by drinking. Recently, Sophie also started hearing voices and seeing frightening images in the mirror. Was she going crazy, too? Was she going to be committed? What happened to Nell and what really went on in that hospital?

    It can be more frightening to be out of touch with reality than being chased by vampires or mythical creatures. All the scary parts of the story came from the imagination of some of the characters. The Murmurings succeeded in keeping my heart thumping as I stayed up half the night reading the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2013

    Absolutely fantastic ¿ I couldn't put it down!

    Absolutely fantastic ¿ I couldn't put it down!

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  • Posted March 24, 2013

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    Ever since I first looked at the cover of The Murmurings by Carl

    Ever since I first looked at the cover of The Murmurings by Carly Anne West I’ve been so interested in getting to read the novel. The brief description I got off the internet had me so intrigued and what I got from the novel itself was nothing like what I expected. I got scared. I got caught up in the romance. I got pulled into a novel that pulled me in deep and never let go.

    The Murmurings focuses on the life of main character Sophie David whose sister Nell once heard voices in her head that she claimed weren’t her own. These voices lead her to a mental institution and after running away with a member of the staff Nell is found dead. Sophie has been a target of bullying ever since her sister went crazy and is used to being alone, after her sister’s death her mother became an alcoholic and left Sophie to care for herself. When Sophie begins to hear the same whispering voices that drove her sister insane, she finds herself in the same position her sister was in: Stuck inside of a mental institution and discovering something dark… the murmuring in her head is definitely the work of an outside force. Of the Taker. The head of the mental hospital has gone insane himself with an obsession that involves Sophie’s uncanny ability to hear the Taker’s murmuring and a woman who wants to run the hospital in her own way all have it out for Sophie. It will take everything in her to end the Taker’s reign of terror or else she’ll succumb to its dark promises like those before her.

    The Murmurings is a lot of things, it’s the story of; Obsession, insanity and creatures outside the realm of normal. I have never read a novel that has frightened me so much as The Murmurings has. I’m used to the psychological thriller scene and I’m loving that it’s entered the YA universe. The Murmurings is a novel that deserves its own film adaptation, it’s intense and the way that West writes her more heart-pounding scenes leave you on the edge of your seat. I for one, adored the scenes when the Taker is present and visible. The monster that is the Taker should frighten every reader and should leave you afraid to look into a mirror and constantly wondering if the voice in your head (especially the one helping you read all of this) is really your own.

    The protagonist in The Murmurings is one that is worth your time to fall in love with. Sophie David is the type of character that every reader (either male or female) can relate to in some way or form. A big thing with Sophie is the boy she ends up romantically involved with. The romance in the novel is the type that leaves you going “Awww” and also has a sense of realism and mystery. There’s still the question of Evan possibly only involving himself with Sophie to find his long lost cousin Deb, but he’s too loveable for his motives to have ever been in the wrong place, right?

    I’m the type of person who is easily frightened by some of the smallest things, that being said I’ve always had the one nightmare where I look up into a mirror and somebody is in the reflection behind me (possibly holding a knife or smiling). The Murmurings takes that one vulnerable fear of mine and has the Taker appear in mirrors to haunt its’ victims.  Those scenes are the types that leave you a bit disturbed and flat out terrified. Will I be looking at any mirrors anytime soon? Probably not. I would recommend The Murmurings to readers that are looking for a novel that is perfect to read during the night with only dim lighting and those of us who are looking for a novel that will knock you off your feet (and then drag you kick and screaming into Sophie’s world).

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

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    I remember when I first saw the cover of The Murmurings, and I j

    I remember when I first saw the cover of The Murmurings, and I just knew that I had to get the book. The cover just caught my eye in a way, no book ever did. After reading the synopsis, I just HAD to get this one as soon as possible! The story is about Sophie, a girl who just lost her sister a while ago. Sophie's sister, Nell, was admitted to Oakside to get treated for what they called, schizophrenia. Sophie knew that that wasn't the case, because Nell could hear murmurings, and see things that other people couldn't. At first, I found it to be a bit creepy. The weird things that Nell used to hear, and then her death, and how all of it was just a tad weird to be true.  
    Later, we meet Evan. Evan is a guy who goes to Sophie's school, who suddenly searches her house number and gives her a call, asking to "hang out". It struck me a bit weird at first, but he's just a shy guy wanting to hang out with a girl he has a crush on! I actually found it cute later on.. lol. Anyways, as we get to know more about Evan, they both share their secrets together. It seems that Evan's cousin, Deb, also had the same problem as Nell. Evan found some sites and blogs that talk about the same problems, and then bother Evan and Sophie try to figure out the truth, or the secret behind those murmurs and sights. The story is really good, but I guess it was a bit slow paced for me. It would usually take a long while for some shocking event to happen, and that's why I ended up being a bit bored in between some chapters. 
    Towards the end, the secrets unfolded, and we got to know the truth behind all that happened! I think the ending was really great, because it was happy! (yay for happy endings!!) I think I would have enjoyed this book much more if there wasn't so much unnecessary details included, and little dialogue to read. If you enjoy mystery/thriller books, and don't mind them being a tad slow-paced, I totally recommend you reading The Murmurings!

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  • Posted March 7, 2013

    Sophie¿s sister Nell was committed to a mental institution becau

    Sophie’s sister Nell was committed to a mental institution because she kept hearing voices in her head. She later escaped and was found dead. Now Sophie is determined to find out what the voices were saying to Nell and why she ended up dead. If of course the voices do not get to Sophie first and drive her crazy. 


    What I did not like:
    I was not completely into the romance in the book. It felt kind of so-so to me. Like there could have been more to it or left out of the story completely. 


    My Thoughts:
    I have to admit that by solely looking at the cover, I thought I was in for a creepy story that would keep me up at night.

    The story got off to a good start, but the further I ventured into the story the more I began to realize that it was not as scary as I had hoped that it would be.
    But, it was a good story and there were some definite creepy moments that had me clued to my seat. The writer did a good job of making the reader guess what was going on while adding a bit of spookiness to the story. 



    ** I received this book from Simon and Schuster / Simon Pulse in exchange for nothing, but my honest review. Thank you!** 

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