Unforsaken (Hailey Tarbell Series #2) [NOOK Book]

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Hailey Tarbell is no typical girl. As one of the Banished who arrived from Ireland generations ago, Hailey has the power to heal—and, as she recently learned, to create zombies if she heals someone too late. But now, Hailey is finally getting a chance at a normal life. After realizing the good and bad sides of her power, Hailey has survived the unimaginable to settle with her aunt, Prairie, and her little brother, Chub, in the suburbs of Milwaukee. Finally Hailey has a loving family, nice clothes, and real ...
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Overview

Hailey Tarbell is no typical girl. As one of the Banished who arrived from Ireland generations ago, Hailey has the power to heal—and, as she recently learned, to create zombies if she heals someone too late. But now, Hailey is finally getting a chance at a normal life. After realizing the good and bad sides of her power, Hailey has survived the unimaginable to settle with her aunt, Prairie, and her little brother, Chub, in the suburbs of Milwaukee. Finally Hailey has a loving family, nice clothes, and real friends. But her safe little world is blown apart when she tries to contact her secret boyfriend, Kaz—and alerts the incredibly dangerous man who's looking for her to her true whereabouts.


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Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—This companion to Banished (Delacorte, 2010) is fast paced and disturbingly vivid. Hailey Tarbell, 16, is descended from the Banished, a group of Irish healers, and has inherited the power to heal, but it only works if a wounded person is still alive; otherwise, it turns the deceased into the living dead. Hailey is all too familiar with this chilling reality after escaping her hometown and those who wanted to exploit her power to create an army of zombies. Now she has a second chance at a normal life with her Aunt Prairie and adopted four-year-old brother, Chub. However, a new identity and a modicum of safety cannot make her forget who she left behind. When Hailey secretly talks to her boyfriend, Kaz, she inadvertently alerts the enemy to her location and ruins all illusions of safety. After Prairie and Chub go missing, Hailey and Kaz must find and rescue them from the men who will stop at nothing in their quest to build a zombie army. In this sequel, Hailey is still figuring out her powers but is more confident, aggressive, and willing to risk everything to save those she loves. While at times the inclusion of backstory seems to overwhelm the current narrative, it is helpful for remembering elements that could easily be forgotten. Littlefield wraps things up a little too neatly, but readers will still experience nail-biting moments of zombie attacks and heart-fluttering moments of romance that will keep them reading to the very end.—Elizabeth C. Johnson, Fort Vancouver Regional Library, WA
Children's Literature - Lisette Baez
Hailey Tarbell possesses the gift of healing people, but this extraordinary trait has a catch. If she doesn't heal the person in time, he or she becomes a zombie. Hailey is a descendent of the Banished, who came to America from Ireland. It is the powers of the Banished that are so coveted by many and Hailey seems to continually find herself in the middle of some disaster. As the story begins the reader sees a different side of Hailey. She finally gets a sneak peek into a normal teenage girl's life. She has found true friends, has trendy clothes and lives with a family that loves her. Aunt Prairie, her brother Chub and Hailey have settled into a small suburb of Milwaukee where life is so called normal. That is until Hailey innocently attempts to contact Kaz, her secret boyfriend. This one fated decision quickly destroys her new life and now Hailey and Kaz must risk their own lives again to save Aunt Prairie, Chub and the powers of the Banished. Reviewer: Lisette Baez
VOYA - Jamie Hansen
At the conclusion of Banished (Delacorte 2010/VOYA December 2010), spellbound readers were left craving more gripping adventures with Hailey Tarbell, her little brother, Chub, and her enigmatic Aunt Prairie. Author Sophie Littlefield has unquestionably delivered a superlative sequel. A descendant of the empowered Banished, refugees from Ireland, Hailey can heal the sick and wounded, but with an appalling cost. If she heals someone already dead, she creates a zombie. These incompatible abilities have attracted sinister villains who would use her gifts for results too terrible to contemplate. Fleeing a new enemy, as well a threat from her past (the callous Rattler), Hailey and her family have settled comfortably in a Milwaukee suburb. Even an agreeable life with ordinary friendships, however, cannot prevent Hailey from missing her secret boyfriend, Kaz. A furtive call to Kaz alerts her enemies and abruptly, her cozy existence is ripped apart as Chub and Prairie are kidnapped, and she is once more on the run, helped by Kaz. Their quest leads them back to Hailey's old home town and a nightmarish research facility where zombies are being programmed as pitiless fighters and suicide bombers. Mesmerized readers will be unable to turn the pages of this thrilling tale fast enough. Dazzlingly blending a high-speed narrative, believable and perceptively drawn characters, and enough plot twists for any five novels, Littlefield has produced another sure-fire winner for readers thirteen and older and a required purchase for all libraries serving teens. Reviewer: Jamie Hansen
Kirkus Reviews

Billed as a "companion," this is not so much a sequel to Banished (2010) as it is a retread.

Hailey and her little family—Aunt Prairie and adopted brother Chub—are hardly settled into their new lives in Milwaukee before they are discovered and set upon by forces wishing to use their supernatural gifts, as descendants of the Banished, for evil purposes. As the villain from the previous book, mad-scientist Bryce Safian, was left out of commission, this time the role is played by his former employer, a man with vague military connections and an identical plan to create an undead army for sale on the global market. When Hailey slips up in contacting her boyfriend, the seer Kaz, the General captures both Prairie and preschooler Chub, whose seeing gifts are beginning to manifest and hold potential for military operations. While Hailey flees with Kaz, the only real romance in the book is one-sided: Villainous Rattler Sikes's obsession with Prairie is still going strong. He wants to start breeding pure Banished with her, as part of his bid to restore their people's heritage, which puts him at odds with the protagonists as well as their other enemies. The lab that must be sabotaged this time around is superficially more impressive, yet no more than a paper tiger in practice, and the zombies are criminally underused.

An unnecessary sequel that adds little. (Paranormal suspense. 12-18)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375894961
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 10/11/2011
  • Series: Hailey Tarbell Series , #2
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 749,207
  • Age range: 12 years
  • File size: 5 MB

Meet the Author

Sophie Littlefield is the Edgar-nominated author of several thrillers for adults. She lives with her family in Northern California. Visit her online at sophielittlefield.com.


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CHAPTER 1

“Eleven’s like . . . the new ten,” Jess said, cracking her- self up and spitting Coke on Gojo’s coffee table. It had a glass top that showed every mark—fingerprints, smudges of guacamole, and the crumbs from the chips, which were made of blue corn but tasted like every other chip I’d ever had.

Still, it was a first, and out of habit I said the words in my head. Blue corn chips. When I got home—which had better be soon—I’d write it in my journal. It would be number 62.

But that was for later. Right now I had to focus.

“That makes no sense,” Charlotte said, licking salt off her fingers. She was sitting on the floor between Gojo’s legs. He leaned back on the couch with a beer dangling loose in one hand, the fingers of the other playing with Charlotte’s wavy red hair.

It was Gojo’s fifth beer since we’d gotten here. I’d counted.

“No, you know, really,” Jess said, managing to stop giggling only to start up again. I was pretty sure she didn’t usually drink as much as she had tonight. Not like Charlotte, who drank more than Jess and me put together and you couldn’t tell. “Eleven o’clock isn’t as late now that we’re going to be juniors. It’s like the new ten o’clock. You know, like . . . black is the new . . . no, wait.”

“Olive,” I said. “Olive green, it’s the new black. You know, neutral? I read it in Vogue.”

I wasn’t making it up; I really had read it in Vogue the day before when Prairie and I went for groceries. We went twice a week, pushing Chub in the shopping cart and buying all kinds of expensive gourmet stuff I’d never seen when I lived in Gypsum, Missouri. Now we lived in downtown Milwaukee, which wasn’t exactly L.A. or New York, but our building had a concierge and our grocery store sold things like squid ink pasta and herbed chèvre and Italian grapefruit soda (numbers 34, 35, and 36).

We always bought a magazine at the store, and then I read the articles to Prairie while she cooked. She said I ought to do the cooking since she worked all day, and she was right, but I saw how much she enjoyed it, making things for the two of us. I tried to do my part by cleaning up, keeping the apartment neat and doing the laundry. And she never complained. None of us did, not even Chub, whose chores consisted mostly of helping set the table and picking up his toys at the end of the day.

We kept things light; we never argued. Two months after we burned the lab down, I think we were still kind of surprised we’d made it out alive—and I was still getting used to living with my aunt. Especially since until a few months ago I hadn’t even known I had any living relatives besides Gram.

If it was weird how Prairie and I came to be in each other’s lives, it was also really easy living together. I was comfortable with her, and I never had to think about what to say around her. Not like I did with Jess and Charlotte. It should have been a natural fit, since the three of us had so much in common: we were all sixteen, all starting our junior year at Grosbeck Academy in the fall, all interested in the same things—clothes, boys, music, makeup.

But I had a secret: they were the first real friends I’d ever had.

That was a secret I meant to keep. Which was why I was sitting here in an apartment across the tennis courts from ours, an apartment that belonged to a twenty-eight-year-old bank branch manager named Gordon Johnson, who drove a red BMW and had told us to call him Gojo and offered us Cokes a week ago Sunday, when Charlotte started talking to him at the pool late in the afternoon.

That day he’d invited us up to his place and given us sodas from the fridge, and we’d played blackjack. Today— another lazy Sunday afternoon that stretched into evening, all three of us calling home to say we were at each other’s places, lies that weren’t questioned by Charlotte’s or Jess’s mom—Gojo had put frozen pizzas in the oven, scooped guacamole from a jar and poured our Cokes into tall glasses, then topped them off with whiskey.

It wasn’t very good whiskey. In fact, it was dirt cheap. I knew that because my grandmother used to serve it to her customers, and if there was one thing you could say about Gram, it was that she’d been as cheap as they come.

I’d poured my drink out in the sink and filled my glass with straight-up Coke. That was at six o’clock, when we’d first arrived. I’d kept doing it all night, whenever Gojo topped our drinks off. But now it was nearly eleven, half an hour past when I’d said I’d be home, and I had a decision to make.

Should I leave and earn the derision of Jess and Charlotte, the first and only friends I’d ever made?

Or should I stay and give my aunt something to worry herself sick over?

A missed curfew didn’t mean the same thing to me as it did to other kids. If I didn’t come home when I’d said I would, Prairie would immediately think that they had found us.

And that we were as good as dead.

“Sorry, guys,” I said, standing up and faking a yawn. “I’d love to stay, but I’ve got a driving lesson first thing tomorrow.”

Jess gave me a forlorn little pout, but Charlotte fixed me with a chilly glare. “So sorry to hear it,” she said coolly as Gojo ignored me and rubbed her neck, his fingers dipping into the back of her tank top. “See you at the pool.”

“See you,” I echoed, and by the time the door closed behind me, I could hear Jess giggling about something else, as though she’d already forgotten I’d been there.

“How’s Charlotte and Jess?” Prairie asked after I’d given her my breathless apology for being late, making up a story about how we’d been watching a movie and lost track of time.

“Fine,” I said, turning away from her and pouring myself a glass of water. I was a terrible liar, and I knew it.

I hadn’t always been. Lying to Gram had been not only easy, but necessary. But with Prairie it was different. After all we’d been through, I felt bad lying to her.

At home, in the apartment where I spent nearly all my time, I let myself forget that she was now Holly Garrett and I was Amber Garrett. Prairie kept telling me that I needed to stop using our old names, that we were never going back. And I kept telling her I needed just a little more time. I knew from the way the line between her eyebrows deepened when I called her Prairie that she thought it was a mistake not to force the issue. But I also knew that Prairie had a hard time saying no to me.

I tried not to take advantage—except when it came to this one thing. I’d give up our old lives, our old names. Soon. Just not quite yet.

“Why don’t you see if Jess and Charlotte want to go to the mall with us Tuesday?” Prairie continued, keeping her voice light. “I can get off a little early, we can try that new sushi place. My treat.”

“Umm . . . sure. I’ll ask them.”

I tried to ignore the lump in my throat. Prairie was trying so hard—she knew how much it meant to me to fit in here. When we’d first moved to Milwaukee, there had been only a few weeks left in the school year, so she had made arrangements for me to attend a private high school in the fall, and I’d gotten an early start on the summer reading list. Prairie had been on the lookout for friends for me even then; she was so excited when school finally let out and I met Jess and Charlotte at the pool. In a couple of months I would be attending the exclusive Grosbeck Academy with Jess and Charlotte and four hundred girls just like them: pretty, spoiled girls who were used to getting everything they wanted.

Prairie made sure I had everything I needed to fit in. My closet was full of clothes from department stores and expensive boutiques. I had sandals in every color, to show off my pedicure. I had my own bathroom and enough cosmetics and hair products to fill all the cabinets. We had cable and high-speed Internet and great speakers.

No one could tell that three months ago I’d been a freak, an outcast, an orphan in thrift-store rags. A girl nobody wanted, least of all my drug-dealing grandmother, who was now buried in an unmarked grave, courtesy of the citizens of Gypsum.

“So it’s a date, then,” Prairie said, giving me a quick squeeze. She looked so pleased that I didn’t say what I’d been trying to find words for: that maybe we could make it just the two of us. Just for a little longer.

I wanted—needed—to be accepted by Jess and Charlotte. Yet there was a part of me that wasn’t ready. Not by a long shot.

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    When readers first met up with Hailey Tarbell, they fell across a young teenage girl who possessed a gift that'd been handed down from generation to generation - the gift of 'healing.' Hailey has the ability, when someone is dying, to be able to bring them back before they pass on to another world. There is, however, a difficulty that comes with having this gift - it is almost impossible for a Healer not to cure; it is a battle for them not to reach out and save someone in need. BUT, when you save someone too late, they become - for lack of a better phrase - the living dead. In Banished, Hailey went up against some serious bad guys, but it the end she, her Aunt Prairie, and Chub (the little boy who looks at Hailey as his sister) were able to escape Gypsum, Missouri to start a brand new life in Milwaukee. The one thing Hailey can't forget is the boy she loves. Kaz has her heart, and even though she is supposed to break all ties with the past so that the bad guys chasing her and her new family don't find out or track where they've gone.she can't. Her life is now filled with two friends who are more than a bit hoity-toity and not Hailey's 'kind of people' at all, and in her very near future, Hailey is beginning her first school year at Grosbeck Academy - a private school that supposedly will introduce her to a better class of people, and give her the ability to hide in even deeper cover. Aunt Prairie is desperate for Hailey to be able to have a good life from here on out, and not ever be found by the evil that she knows is lurking out there, trying desperately to capture and cage them all once again. On the evil end of the spectrum lies Rattler Sikes - a full-blooded member of the Banished clan who is completely sick and tired of having half-breeds made and the bloodline thinned out by Banished ones marrying people outside of their 'order.' He is Hailey's father, and he now wants to find Prairie and begin a little clan of even more purebred Banished ones. But he's not the only monster who wants these Healers found. One day, as Hailey sneaks another phone call to her beloved Kaz, the 'code words' are spoken and Hailey doesn't hang up quickly enough. Terror is once again upon the Tarbell family. Chub and Aunt Prairie are captured by the "General" who needs Prairie's services to help him build a truly unbeatable army that he wishes to sell to the highest bidder. Hailey escapes with Kaz, as they try to find a way to stop the zombies from rising, while at the same time saving Prairie and Chub from a fate worse than death. Unforsaken offers a great deal more action than its predecessor, and the storyline moves along extremely quickly, offering more than a few surprises along the way (especially at the end) that will have readers very thankful that a second book was written. Quill Says: Although the whole 'creatures that go bump in the night' premise has been a little overdone, this is still a fun read for the YA crowd.

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