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Veronica doesn’t think she’s going crazy. But why can’t anyone else see the mysterious blond boy who keeps popping up wherever she goes?
When her best friend, Mackenna, invites her to spend the summer in Scotland, Veronica jumps at the opportunity to leave her complicated life behind for a few months. But the Scottish countryside holds other plans. Not only has the imaginary kilted boy followed her to Alloway, she and Mackenna uncover a strange set of rings and a very unnerving letter from Mackenna’s great aunt—and when the girls test the instructions Aunt Gracie left behind, they find themselves transported to a land that defies explanation.
Doon seems like a real-life fairy tale, complete with one prince who has eyes for Mackenna and another who looks suspiciously like the boy from Veronica’s daydreams. But Doon has a dark underbelly as well. The two girls could have everything they’ve longed for… or they could end up breaking an enchantment and find themselves trapped in a world that has become a nightmare.
About the Author
Carey Corp lives in the metropolitan Midwest with her loveable yet out-of-control family. Carey wrote her first book at the age of seven, and currently begins each morning consuming copious amounts of coffee while weaving stories that capture her exhaustive imagination. She harbors a voracious passion (in no consistent order) for mohawks, Italy, musical theater, chocolate, and Jane Austen. Carey’s debut novel for teens, The Halo Chronicles: The Guardian, earned her national recognition as 2010 Golden Heart finalist for best young adult fiction and was recently featured at the 2012 RT Booklovers Convention in Chicago in YA Alley.
Lorie Langdon is an Amazon bestselling author of six YA novels, including the Doon series, Gilt Hollow, and Olivia Twist, which received a starred review from Booklist Magazine and is being sold in Target Stores across the nation. She is an international speaker who has been featured on media outlets such as USAToday.com, NPR Radio, EntertainmentWeekly.com, RedbookMagazine.com, Girl’s Life Magazine, and BroadwayWorld.com. Her first novel has been optioned for film by Dreamstreet and Lonetree Entertainment. She is a self-professed Wonder Woman Wannabe who lives in Ohio with her husband and two superhero-obsessed teenage sons.
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A Doon Novel
By Carey Corp, Lorie Moeggenberg
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I skidded to a halt in the crowded corridor, totally unprepared for a showdown with the evil witch of Bainbridge High. Stephanie Heartford, the girl who stalked anything with an XY chromosome, stood in front of my locker flirting with one of the cutest boys in school. And not just any cute boy—my boy.
Eric and Steph gazed into each other's eyes, standing so close I doubted a piece of loose-leaf paper would fit between them. Eric's knuckles grazed the hem of her cheer skirt, brushing the bare skin of her thigh. A move he'd used on me, more times than I could count.
Stephanie glanced in my direction, her lips curling at the corners as she whispered into Eric's ear. He looked up with wide eyes, a guilty flush staining his cheeks. I knew we weren't the perfect couple, but I was trying to make things work. And he was—what?—flirting with my archrival?
Eric stepped back and Stephanie strolled away, her Barbie-doll-on-helium giggle ringing in my ears. Staring straight ahead, I skirted a group of gawking freshmen and stalked to my locker. My fingers trembled as I dialed the combination, threw my Bio text onto the shelf, and slammed the metal door.
Eric leaned against the wall a few feet away, his shoulders hunched and his hands jammed into his pockets. His expression was reminiscent of when we were kids and he'd steal the cookies from my lunchbox, then refuse to admit it despite the smell of Oreos on his breath. "Don't look at me like that," he said as I approached.
"Like what?" I arched a brow. No way was I going to make this easy for him.
"Like I ate your last cookie."
"So what if I did?" He shook his head and stared down at the yellowed linoleum. When he looked up, his eyes pleaded with me to understand. "I'm never going to be that perfect guy who comes riding in to rescue you from your crappy life. I'm no hero, Vee."
He was so far from heroic right now that I laughed. The harsh, humorless sound felt like a rock in my chest, forcing me to take another breath before I could reply. "I never said you were."
"Not in so many words" He trailed off with a shrug, letting the accusation speak for itself.
My spine stiffened, and I clenched my teeth so hard a sharp pain shot from my jaw to my temple. "So this is my fault?"
Eric nodded. "Kind of—yeah. I'm your boyfriend but you insist on treating me like I'm still twelve years old. I deserve more."
Really? He was going to play the wounded puppy? A scream brewed in the back of my throat, but I refused to make more of a scene, so I removed all inflection from my voice. "And you get 'more' from Stephanie."
"Maybe ... yeah." I took a step backward, but he followed. "This is exactly what I'm talking about, Vee. I've just told you I want more and you freeze me out, like some kind of Ice Princess. Say something!"
I could think of lots of things to say. Unfortunately, most of them would get me expelled. So I settled on, "I hope Steph will make you happy."
His whole face hardened. "She already has."
I stared at him, waiting for some sign of remorse, but his eyes remained flat as he turned and strode away. Some of the girls from my cheer squad stood in a huddle nearby, watching. One of them shook her head, her frosted pink lips tilted in a smirk. Had everyone known about Eric and Steph but me? So much for watching your friend's back.
A red haze narrowed my vision as I put one foot in front of the other, forcing myself not to run, not to think about the gossip or the snide little comments now circulating at my expense. If Eric wanted to move on with someone else, he could've at least had the decency to talk to me instead of making me look like a loser in front of the entire school. I passed homeroom and went straight to the parking lot.
When I reached my faded-to-pink VW Bug, I dove inside, throwing my book bag onto the passenger seat. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as I gripped the steering wheel, the leather stitching branding itself into my skin.
I'd known Eric forever. We'd grown up down the street from each other, played in the same graffiti-stained park, and wished on stars from his tree house. He'd been there those first terrible days after my family fell apart, holding my hand and reassuring me that my dad would come back. I'd thought we were perfect for each other.
How could I have been so blind?
Pushing my head back against the headrest, I squeezed my eyes closed. My throat burned with the effort to keep sobs from escaping. That moron was so not worth it.
I sucked in a shaky breath, and an odd feeling skittered across my skin. Like the moment before you turn around to find the old man at the grocery store gawking at you. I blinked the tears from my lashes and wiped my cheeks as I searched the parking lot. A boy stood several feet away, watching me intently. He was gorgeous; like someone who'd just stepped off the pages of a magazine. Definitely not a student at Bainbridge High—I would've remembered him.
I looked away, stunned. Pretending to adjust my window, I fiddled with the handle, rolling it down and then halfway back up. When I raised my eyes from the lever he had moved closer, and I noticed his athletic legs were bare, topped by a blue and green plaid—Wait. Was he wearing a kilt?
Forgetting to be sly, my gaze traveled up his white, collarless shirt and back to his incredible face. His brows lowered and our eyes locked. I couldn't look away as he shoved his hand into the dark-blond waves of his hair, pushed it off his forehead, and stepped toward me.
"Don't cry, lass."
Somehow his low voice reached me from outside, reverberating all the way to the base of my spine. He lifted his hand, something white clutched in his fingers.
A girl lugging a ginormous backpack rushed by my door, blocking my view. I shifted in my seat and gripped the door handle, ready to fling it open and meet the stranger halfway the moment the girl passed by. But by the time she'd moved on, the boy had disappeared. Vanished without a trace, as if he'd never been there at all.
That was beyond weird. Had I imagined the whole encounter, or had he slipped away before I could see where he went? In light of my best friend's campaign to convince me to spend the summer in Scotland, a wishful hallucination of a hot kilt-wearing boy was entirely possible.
Kenna had been after me for weeks to go on vacation with her. Since she'd inherited a cottage from her great-aunt, all I needed to swing was airfare. But even after teaching extra dance classes for months, I hadn't been able to save enough—which had nothing to do with my self-discipline and everything to do with my mom spending the rent money on tight clothes and boxed wine.
A muffled pixie-like jingle interrupted my thoughts. I dug the phone out of my purse. The moors of Scotland r calling ... r u coming or not?!?
Instead of replying, I hit speed dial. Since Kenna's dad had ripped her away from Indiana to live in Podunk, Arkansas, we talked or texted at least twenty times a day.
She answered on the first ring. "Hey, Vee. What's wrong?"
The girl could seriously read my mind. Rather than tell her I was going crazy, I opted for my other big news. "Eric and I broke up."
"That's gre–Ah ... I mean, I am sooo sorry." I could hear the smile in her voice. It was no secret she thought Eric was a jerk.
"Way to empathize." But for some reason I could breathe again. How did she do that? Maybe we did share a brain, like her dad always claimed.
"At least now you have no excuse for not coming to Scotland."
"Except being broke."
Or was I? I patted the dashboard in front of me and saw dollar signs. I didn't want to sell my Bug, but getting away from Bainbridge for the summer—and my cheating ex—sounded better than ever now. "I have an idea. No promises though."
"Hey, I've got news too. I decided what I want from my dad for graduation."
"Okaayy ... that's good, I guess." Kenna was the queen of random segues, so I waited for her to connect the dots.
"In case you didn't realize, that was your cue."
My voice oozed mock contrition as I asked, "Oh, I'm sorry. Whatever could you be getting for graduation?"
"A plane ticket to Scotland for my bestie."
A baseball-sized lump stuck in my throat, making it impossible to speak.
"Vee? You still there?"
I swallowed, but my voice was still a strangled rasp. "I can't accept that."
Instantly serious, she demanded, "How long have you known me?"
"Have I ever taken no for an answer?"
"No ..." She was right. Memories of her goading me into jumping from a moving swing despite my fear of heights, her forcing me out of the bathroom when I'd been too nervous to perform in our fifth-grade talent show, and the time she'd coaxed me from a two-week pity party using brownies and the latest Harry Potter movie as incentive after my mom started dating Bob the Slob, all proved it was true.
"Happy graduation, Vee. Next week, we're off on an epic summer adventure."
We both squealed until the bell cut us off. As if someone would hear her, Kenna hastily whispered, "Call me after school, 'kay? Bye."
Despite the warning bell, I sat staring out my windshield. I'd just broken up with my boyfriend. I should've been devastated, but I felt ... good. I was about to spend the entire summer in Scotland with my best friend, and maybe if I was lucky I'd find a hot kilt-wearing boy like the one from my deliciously detailed imagination.
I hauled myself out of the car and headed back toward the school, glancing over my shoulder to the spot where the golden-haired boy had stood. A flash of white caught my eye, a scrap of cloth fluttering in the breeze. As it began to swirl across the blacktop, I pushed dark strands of hair out of my face and turned to intercept it.
Capturing the piece of fabric, I spread the delicate square flat in my hand. A handkerchief, like the one my grandpa used to use to wipe tears from my cheeks when I was little.
A small picture embroidered in blue and green thread displayed two lions back to back, one with an arrow clamped in its teeth, the other holding a sword, a tilted crown on his head. Beneath the picture were four letters in italicized script:
* * *
The mystery boy's initials?
As I guessed at what the letters could stand for, the script began to blur. I blinked and looked again; not only were the initials gone, but the fabric seemed to grow thinner, until I could see my fingers through it. Frantically, I stretched the cloth between my hands and brought it closer to my face. But before I could get a good look, the material pulled apart and evaporated into thin air.
I stared at my empty hands, disappointment hitting me like a sharp, quick punch to the chest. The memento was gone as if it'd never been—as if he had never been.
* * *
I lugged my gear out of the Bug and trudged up our crumbled walkway to the front steps. Moths buzzed around the yellow porch light, flying in my face as I juggled my bags and the gallon of milk I'd picked up on the way home. My leg muscles trembled with fatigue. After teaching preschool ballet, advanced modern dance, and two yoga classes, I felt like I could sleep for a hundred years.
Dropping my bags inside the door, I went straight for the jumbo box of Cheerios on the counter. I didn't have to open the kitchen cabinets to know they'd be bare.
Too exhausted to change out of my dance clothes, I sunk into the saggy floral couch and clicked on the TV. I refused to think about Eric and Steph, so I distracted myself by imagining how amazing it would be to go to Scotland. To immerse myself in the culture, experience new things—even if that meant trying stuff like oat porridge, kippers, and fried haggis. Okay, maybe not fried haggis. Sheep guts were totally disgusting. But it would be like a whole new world!
The front door slammed. Mom's giggle preceded her into the house, reminding me that my dreams of freedom were a long way off.
Enter Bob the Slob.
I set my cereal bowl on the table and readied myself to bolt as they came stumbling into the room, arm in arm. Bob had his baseball cap on backward and the sleeves of his flannel shirt cut off, revealing large arms that had long ago turned to fat. On the creep-scale of guys Janet had dated, this guy topped them all. Last weekend he'd not only spent the night, but a good portion of the day camped out on our couch in his tighty-whities, a Coors Light in one hand, the remote in the other.
"Hey dumplin'! What're you up to?" Janet turned her wide, unfocused eyes on me. She'd been drinking—again. She wasn't a drunk, but she appeared to be finding more and more reasons to go out and socialize, as she called it.
Her wooly gaze settled on me and sharpened. "Jeez, Veronica, go put some clothes on!" Bob's eyes flowed over my skin-tight leotard and sheer wrap skirt with obvious interest. There was no way I was going to stand up and walk out of the room now. Suddenly, a blanket smacked me in the side of the head. Janet's way of helping me out.
"Um, thanks, Mom "
"Sure, Punkin! Do we have any leftovers or anything?" she yelled as she wobbled into the kitchen on platform sandals. Bob watched me with narrowed eyes and a catlike smile as I positioned the blanket more strategically around me.
"Ah no, Mom. I haven't been home much lately."
"Oh, okay." Janet stumbled out of the kitchen holding two glasses and a bottle of Arbor Mist. She squeezed into the same chair with Bob, and as he poured she stared at me critically.
Oh no, here it comes.
"Dumplin', I thought you were going to color your hair?" She took her glass and motioned with it toward my head. "Or at least get highlights or somethin'. Dark brown is just so dreary."
I reached back and twisted the length of my hair behind my head. She'd been nagging me to dye it for years, even offering to take me to the salon. But I'd only recently figured out it was because my hair was the exact shade of deep chestnut as my dad's. We also shared the same full mouth, and blue-green eyes. To Janet, I was a constant reminder of what she'd lost.
But she never seemed to remember that I'd lost him too. I still couldn't think about the day he went to the grocery store and never came back without feeling like I was having a mini heart attack.
"I dunno." Bob's fingers started to roam across Janet's midsection as he stared at me. "I think her hair's purty that way." I bit my lip. Bob had no idea what he'd just done. Janet drained her glass in one gulp and slammed it on the table. I needed to get out of there. Fast. "I'm really tired." I half-yawned as I gathered my things and stood, the blanket slipping from one shoulder.
Bob stopped nuzzling Janet's neck as his full attention shifted to me. His low whistle sent goose bumps skittering over my skin. "Well, well. Little Veronica, you've grown up rather nicely."
"Veronica! I told you to go put some clothes on!" She shoved against Bob and stood in front of him.
"No problem," I threw over my shoulder as I clutched the blanket and stomped down the hall. Shouldn't I be able to walk around my own home without some perv eyeballing me? Last time I checked, this was my house too.
But apparently this was my day for incorrect assumptions, because just as I reached my bedroom door I overheard Mom say, "That girl's a selfish little leech, just like her father. I can't wait until we have this place all to ourselves."
Blindly, I pushed into my room, slammed the door, and threw myself down on my narrow bed. The sobs I'd been holding back since that afternoon crashed over me in waves, leaving me breathless. I cried until my head felt stuffed full of cotton, and my tightly held control lay shattered in jagged pieces around me. How had everything gone so wrong?
Maybe Eric was right about me. Since Dad left, Mom and I had lived in the same house, existing day by day, barely speaking. And with Kenna gone, there wasn't a single person in Bainbridge I considered a friend. Freezing people out seemed to be my special power.
A sudden chill racked my body. Rolling onto my side, I pulled the covers up to my chin, shaking with a cold that radiated from deep inside me. I squeezed my eyes closed, and a vivid image of golden-boy flooded me with warmth. "Don't cry, lass."
Clinging to the gorgeous figment of my imagination like a security blanket, I fell asleep to the lullaby of imaginary bagpipes.
Kenna and I strolled down the cobbled streets and crested a hill, me gawking like a tourist, which, technically, I was. Despite my weeks of research, nothing could've prepared me for the experience of actually being in this foreign land. From our elevated vantage point, Alloway appeared to be a cluster of whitewashed cottages and medieval stone structures nestled into an emerald landscape so vibrant it dazzled the eyes. Rooftops of every earth-tone variation and angle rose against an impossibly bright blue sky. It was like falling into an oil painting.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Who doesn’t love a sexy, kilt-wearing Scottish hottie? I mean, really… Even though a certain JAMMF has broken the mold, one can always continue the search for another in the sea of ever-growing Highlander novels. Ms. Corp and Ms. Langdon certainly do not disappoint. He even shares the same name! Teenage readers the world over will fall in love with Jamie and his brother Duncan, just like Veronica and Mackenna eventually did. Even if he had an attitude for most of the book, it was completely understandable due to myriad of curses he and his kingdom had almost succumbed to. This was a great cast of characters, and each had their own piece of the puzzle that fit together smoothly in the end, minus the cliffhanger that leads into the future sequel. What I wouldn’t give some days, to disappear into a fantasy world the likes of Alloway: a beautiful kingdom in an alternate universe, in the heart of Scotland. The imagery was amazing, and left you feeling as though you were experiencing everything right along with the heroines. The only qualms I had were a few bits of immature dialogue, and the point of view alternating from Veronica to Mackenna. I understand the method and reasoning, but I feel it may have been a smoother ride if this book had focused on Veronica, and left Mackenna’s voice for the sequel. All in all, a great story that I can’t wait to continue one day! Rating: 4 HEAT Rating: None Reviewed By: Daysie W. Review Courtesy of: My Book Addictions and More
I loved this book. I read it in less than 24 hours, which shows how much I liked it and how I couldn't put it down. Let me also say that I love the particular story of this book, especially since one of my favorite movies is Brigadoon with Gene Kelly from the 40's. This was a more modern version and the story was changed just a bit. But it is an awesome story and the next book needs to come out soon so I can read it too!! :)
I sort of like going into a book with really low expectations. I went into Doon thinking that I wasn’t going to like it because it was printed by a Christian Literature publisher. I had just read Aquifer which was from the same Publisher (Different imprints) and I really didn’t like it. All the Christian themes were too in your face and made someone who isn’t strongly religious, down right annoyed. I am glad to say that Doon wasn’t like that and while it was religious, the theme wasn’t all up in your business. While Doon was full of cliché’s , I found that I enjoyed reading about Vee and Ken as they explored Doon. They were very obviously meant to be foils of one another, but I found that they both had the same voice, but what defined them as individuals was their look at Doon and their personal history. I found myself getting annoyed with the clichéd phrases and all the pop culture references that Mckenna made about musicals. I also wish that they had either tossed the Scottish brogue that they wrote into the voices of he characters, or they were more consistent. I wish they would have just dropped it all together, but it is what it is. This book is part of a series, although it probably could have been fine as a standalone. I am excited to see what is going to come with the next book. I really liked Doon, and although they sort of gave a cheap excuse for why they had all the modern technology, it was still a fun book all around.
This book is just fantastic!! At the begining it was a little slow and i started regreting buying the book but at soon as the girls enter Doon the story picks up. Jamie seams to be a bipoler but at first but he starts to grow on you and Duncan.... oh im in love with Duncan. Such a grate story line (even if it was predictable) and the charecters all bring brilliant personalitys to the table....Expecialy Kenna. Cant wait for the next book!!!!
The authors do a wonderful job at at painting a bueatiful story that will keep you wanting more. Once I started I could not put it down.
Omg this is such a good book it has an amazing story and plot line and there is such an increadible backroud overall this is a great book you can trust me I have read a lot of books
I have a confession: I love the recent plethora of young adult fiction. Not Twilight - I have standards, after all, but it busted the floodgates wide open and now we're swimming in some great, thoughtful and provocative YA Lit. From Katniss Everdeen and Percy Jackson to the Pure trilogy, the YA world is delighting young adults (and some of us not-so-young) with creative and original fantasy. Another confession: I don't often hold Christian art in high regard (at least not since the Renaissance). We tend these days to be derivative. And I say this as a guy who had a Christian Music Recommendation Poster on my bedroom wall in high school. So after the Christian Harry-Potter-Haters had their 15 minutes, I felt sure we were destined for a glut of bad Christian knock-off fiction. I'm pleased to report that DOON by Carey Corp and Lorie Langdon breaks the mold. Doon is the retelling of the legend of Brigadoon (yes, the one from the Gene Kelly musical). It's one of the launch titles for Blink, a new YA imprint from Zondervan. If Doon is any indication, Blink is publishing books that have a distinctively Christian worldview but tell stories for their own sake (not to preach or teach). But enough about that. How is Doon? Doon introduces us to Veronica and McKinna, two girls who plan to spend the summer in Scotland. As they prepare to embark, Veronica begins to have visions of a man in a kilt. Since this is a YA novel (and, you know, there's a sweet castle on the cover), we're not surprised that they're transported into a magical kingdom shortly after they arrive in Scotland, or that the eternal fate of said magical kingdom rests squarely on their shoulders. Doon is a great YA book. But is it good Christian fiction? Fair warning: minor Doon spoilers follow. Neither Veronica nor McKenna is a Christian. But the kingdom of Brigadoon is, explicitly. They attribute their continued existence to the Protector, a clear allegory for the Christian god (and since they're sort of medieval Scottish, what else would they be?) Though the point of the story isn't just to talk about God, the mystical nature of Brigadoon forces Vee and Kenna to confront their (lack of) faith. But their spiritual journeys aren't artificial or forced. Nor do they resolve clearly (of course, we have been promised three more books). This is the power of fantasy: by putting ordinary teens into an extraordinary scenario, these conversations feel organic. Since Doon is fantasy, teens thinking deeply about God is probably the most realistic aspect of the story. More generally, the best part of Doon is the girls themselves. Vee and Kenna feel like real teenage girls. They have real insecurities and a real, strong friendship. As the Doon series gains popularity, we're going to see their friendship celebrated: far from the frenemy relationships we see in most depictions of teen girls these days, Vee and Kenna are each other's biggest fans. Far from exploiting each others' weaknesses, they complement each other, forming a team that's stronger together. Speaking of which, Doon also deserves to be commended for its girl-power ending. Despite the fact that they're telling a modern fairy-tale, Vee and Kenna are no damsels in distress. They drive the plot, they resolve the conflict. They even save the beautiful dudes in distress. Why should Christians celebrate Doon? Because it's got strong female characters who model healthy friendship. Because it has believable, relatable teens thinking honestly and seriously about God. And because this is a story written by two Christians who put the story first and trusted the power of story (and their faith) to be compelling enough. Let's hope for plenty more where Doon came from. Bottom Line: If you like YA, you'll like Doon. Let's hope it sets a new trend for thoughtful, engaged Christian literature.
Cross the Bridge! After reading this book I can't help but be amazed. Its like these two authors took everything I love and added it all into book form! They couldn't have picked a better setting if they had tried. Scotland already has the looks and feel of a fairytale land. Combine that with some memorable characters, heart pounding romance, a dash of magic and you get Doon. I think what I liked most about this book was that even though it had the makings of a fairytale things didn't just fall magically into place. There was a lot of hard work and sacrifice that had to be made in order to keep that fairytale life. I also found that a good lesson to take from this book was that happy endings aren't always guaranteed, but if you want something bad enough you are going to have to fight for it. The characters in Doon were very memorable and so real. The relationship between Mackenna and Veronica was strong and I loved their interactions with one another. Their relationship reminded me of the one I share with my best friend and I could really relate to them. Through thick and thin they stuck it out together and didn't back down when things got rough. Throughout the book I found myself drawn more to Veronica and her story with Jaimie, but I still enjoyed seeing the different points of view. Mackenna's story picks up a bit towards the end and I cannot wait to find out what happens with her and Duncan in the next book. Jaimie while seemingly a bit cold at first reveals himself to be quite the charmer. While he is most definitely not the Prince Charming of fairy tales he has a heart of gold and does what he believes is best for his people even if that means forsaking his own happiness. I also liked his teasing nature especially towards Veronica. I couldn't get enough of Doon and am eagerly anticipating its sequel. I highly recommend this to all of those dreamers out there who have ever dreamed of a Happily Ever After.
An indulgent fantasy set in a mythical Scottish land of Doon, this novel is a lovely treat for YA readers who wish to step out of this world and into a land where soulmates exist and evil comes in the form of witches and enchantments. Two typical teens, Vee and Kenna are on holiday in Scotland. Vee is a cheerleader with a terrible home life, including a pervy almost step-father and a mother with a drinking problem. Kenna has a stable home life with her indulgent father, but struggles to find her place in school, choosing to escape into the fantasy of the theater and dreaming of being on Broadway. The two characters take turns narrating and seem to mirror the strong friendship of the two authors, who claim sometimes they share a brain. The writing is excellent and I adored the relationships and moments shared in this book between the main characters. The romance in the book focuses on the idea in Doon of a "Calling" where soulmates have dreams of each other. Kenna and Vee are forced to decide what they are willing to sacrifice for love. Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed this book and can't wait to devour the next few in the world of Doon. I'd recommend for YA readers, especially those who enjoy fantasy, but not limited to those who enjoy high fantasy, as this book is definitely not too "out there".
Havent read book yet but am thing about it. Iam not sure if 10 age can read is it fine?
So, on Black Friday in 2013, I went shopping--mostly for books since I'm a major book-a-holic. I had a pretty specific list of books I wanted to buy. But when I picked up Doon, just out of curiosity, and read the back cover, I was hooked! It was the only book I bought that day that I hadn't even heard of before. Isn't the cover just gorgeous! It has fairytale written all over it! And I LOVE fairytales! Anyway, here is what the back cover says: Vee's soft whisper tickled against my ear. "Are we were I think we are?" What moments ago seemed like a fairy tale now seemed impossibly and unsettlingly real. Yet it couldn't be true. My entire body began to tremble. Keeping my eyes fixed on the castle in the distance, I whispered back, "I seriously hope not." Don't you see why I was hooked? It sounds like they go to another world! Anyway, I just finished reading it, and, oh, it is good! I loved the romance (as completely unrealistic as it is)! There were some parts where I wished there was more action, but overall, it did not disappoint me. And the end? It was amazing--and very frustrating! It was one of those books where I just went "Gah! How can you possibly end there, after that new and terrible revelation?" It was one of those times when someone makes a decision, with no possible way to reverse it, then reveals it was a completely and utterly WRONG decision! I suspected it all along, but then to have her do it anyway? Gah! However, does that mean there's a new book coming in which the decision is somehow rectified? Also, there was a second part to the ending that was perfect and amazing! One character finally got her true love, and fulfilled her destiny! Now, I don't believe in destiny, but I still loved that half of the ending! I hope I didn't give away too much of the ending! I loved the book, and I don't think any of you should not read it just because of that one part that frustrated me.
This book was very enjoyable. I received it from BookLook Bloggers and couldn't wait to read it! It was fast paced and I really loved the main characters. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys YA romance, fantasy and adventure. It makes me want to visit Scotland! The descriptions in the book were amazing. I could see the beautiful landscapes so clearly, it was as if I were there. I wrote a longer review [http://heidis1haven.blogspot.com/2015/12/doon-by-carey-corp-and-lorie-langdon.html], but if you like romance along with adventure, I think that this book is for you.
Doon is an easy read. The story focuses on the two main characters and their male counterparts so it’s easy to get into the story. I just had to adjust to the authors’ style of telling the story in the character’s point of view for every chapter. I sometimes had to go back and check whose point of view the chapter was of because I usually just go straight to the prose and not bother with the title. Going into the story, I knew that this was a series of books and that the story will take time to unfold. I just wanted to read and see where it would go. I liked that the pacing wasn’t forced, that it allowed me to get to know the characters and feel empathy for them. I liked that it was a good mix of romance and action. The connection between the two best friends is something that everyone can understand and get into. I liked that there was a touch of mysticism and magic from being in Doon and yet they keep themselves “grounded” with the thought of the modern/contemporary of their own world. The theatrical references were a hoot too :) I can't wait to read the next book in the series.
This book was amazing ! Although I must say the main Veronica got really annoying at times with her desperation and weakness. But the book as a whole was really good, I look forward to getting the second one !!!!
I love this book. I totally recommend along. You should read the whole series. They are the first authors who wrote about the legend of the Bridge of Doon. AMAZING BOOK!
I love these books so much! Deffinitly a must read
Who doesn't love a good fairy tale ? Especially one that takes place in the lush background of Scotland . This book drew me in quickly . I was so enthralled that I stayed up all night to finish the first book and was so excited to find out there is a second book in the series and more to come. The writers wove a beautiful tale about two best friends that find their way into a hidden magical kingdom. There they find their soul mates but must help fight against an evil witch before they can have their happy ever after. You won't be able to put the book down as the story draws you in to its mysterious and magical doon
What an imagination!! Fun read and really well done!
Veronica and Makenna go to Scotland together for the summer and discover a magical portal into another world. There they both meet the boys of their (literal) dreams and embark on an adventure to save the kingdom of Doon from an evil witch. The book started out strong and I really enjoyed everything until they got into Doon and the drama started. I didn't believe Veronica and Jamie's love story. Normally insta love doesn't bother me, but this one did. I liked Kenna and Duncan's story better, so I have higher hopes for the second book in the series. I liked a lot of things about the book. I liked the friendship that Vee and Kenna have and they way they work together. I liked the ending and the way things resolved. I'm very interested in how the next book will turn out. Content: Innuendo, kissing, and violence.
Read this book after watching a recommendation and so glad I did. I'm not big into the romance novels but this book was amazing!
This book was a good read. I felt invested in the characters and cared for how life worked out for them.