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ISBN-13: 9781489088239
Publisher: Bolinda Audio
Publication date: 12/01/2015
Series: Dreamhunter Duet Series , #1
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.50(d)
Age Range: 12 - 14 Years

About the Author

ELIZABETH KNOX is the author of several books for adults,
including The Vintner’s Luck. This is her first novel for younger readers. She lives in Wellington, New Zealand.

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By Elizabeth Knox

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2005 Elizabeth Knox
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-374-31853-6

Chapter One

On a hot day near the end of summer, Laura Hame sat with her father; her cousin, Rose; and her aunt Grace against the fern-fringed bank on a forest track. She watched as her uncle Chorley and the rest of the picnic party passed out of sight around the next bend.

Chorley turned and waved before he disappeared. Laura stared at the empty, sun-splashed path. She saw black bush bees zipping back and forth through the air above the nettles and heard the muffled roar of Whynew Falls, where the rest of the party were headed.

Laura and Rose; Laura's father, Tziga; and her aunt Grace were sitting under a sign. The sign read, CAUTION: YOU ARE NOW ONLY 100 YARDS FROM THE BORDER TO THE PLACE.

"The falls are loud today," Tziga said. "It must have poured up in the hills."

They listened to the cascade pound and thump. Laura, who had never been allowed near the falls, tried to imagine how they would sound up close.

Her father said, "Think how startled Chorley would be if one of these girls suddenly skipped up behind him."

Aunt Grace squinted at Laura's father. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Grace. Why don't we just getup and wander along that way?"

"Tziga!" Grace was shocked. Laura and Rose were too. The family had owned a summer house at nearby Sisters Beach for ten years, and at least once a year they would go with friends for a picnic up in the old beech forest. Every summer those who could would continue along the track to see the falls. And every summer the girls were forced to wait at the sign with their dreamhunter parents. Tziga Hame and Grace Tiebold couldn't go and view Whynew Falls themselves because, one hundred yards from the honest and accurate warning sign, they would cross an invisible border. They would walk out of the world of longitude and latitude, and into a place called simply the Place. Tziga and Grace could no more continue on to Whynew Falls than Laura's uncle Chorley could walk into the Place. Uncle Chorley, like almost everyone else, couldn't go there. Tziga and Grace were part of a tiny minority for whom the rules of the world were somewhat different.

"Come on, Grace," said Tziga. "Why should we make the girls go through all the ceremony of a Try? It's only for the benefit of the Regulatory Body, so they can see their rules enforced. Why can't we just find out now, in a minute, in private?"

Rose wailed, "It's against the law!"

Tziga glanced at Rose, then looked back at Grace. He was a quiet man, self-contained, secretive even-but his manner had changed. His face had. Laura thought that looking at him now was like peering into a furnace-its iron doors sprung open on fire. Her father was a small man. He was a mess, as usual, his shirt rumpled and grass-stained, his cream linen jacket knotted around his waist, his hat pushed back on his dark, springy hair. Laura's aunt Grace wasn't any better turned out. Both dreamhunters were thin, tanned, and dry-skinned, as all dreamhunters became over time. Rose was already taller than her spare and weathered mother. She was white and gold and vivid, like her father, Chorley, and like Chorley's sister, Laura's dead mother. Laura had, unfortunately, not inherited her mother's stature or coloring. She was little and dark, like her father. But-Laura thought-her father, though small and shabby, still had the aura belonging to all great dreamhunters. She liked to imagine that the aura was a residue of the dreams they'd carried. For when Tziga Hame and Grace Tiebold ventured into the Place, dreams were what they brought back with them. Dreams that were more forceful, coherent, and vivid than those supplied to all people by their sleeping brains. Dreams they could share with others. Dreams they could perform, could sell.

Laura's father was saying, "We were pioneers, Grace. You didn't 'Try,' you crept past the cairn beyond Doorhandle early one morning when there wasn't a soul on the road. Do you remember? That moment was all your own. There wasn't anyone standing by with a clipboard and contracts."

Laura saw that her aunt had gone pale. Grace stood up. Laura thought Grace meant to walk away, back toward the road, to go off in a huff and put an end to Laura's father's crazy talk. But then she saw Grace turn to look up the track toward the border.

Laura's heart gave a thump.

Her father got to his feet too.

Rose didn't move. She said, "Wait! What about our Try? You've even bought us outfits-our hats with veils."

"Rose thinks she's a debutante," Laura's father said.

"I do not!" Rose jumped up. "All right, I'll go! I'll go now! I'm not scared. I was only trying to follow the law. But if you don't care about it, why should I?"

"Good," said Laura's father. He offered his hand to Laura. She looked at it, then took it and let him help her up. She busied herself brushing dry moss from her skirt. The others began to amble slowly along the path. Laura caught up with them and gave her hand to Rose, who took it and squeezed it tight. Rose's hand was cold, much cooler than the air, which, even in the shade of the forest, was as marinated in heat as the open paddocks, the dusty roads, and the beaches of Coal Bay. Rose's hand was chilly, her palm coated with sweat.

Around the first bend was another, very similar. The track was flanked by black beech trunks. The sun angled in and lit up bright green nettles and bronze shoots of supplejack.

"I guess we won't see the Place until we're there," said Rose.

"That is right," Grace said. "There's nothing to see. No line on the ground."

Tziga said, "The border is around the next corner."

They didn't slow, or hurry. Laura felt that their progress was almost stately. She felt as though she were being escorted up the aisle, or perhaps onto a scaffold.

She didn't want to know yet. It was too soon.

In two weeks Laura and Rose were due to Try. Any person who wanted to enter the Place for the first time had to do so under the eye of an organization called the Dream Regulatory Body. The Body had been set up ten years before. It employed rangers-those who could go into the Place but couldn't carry dreams out of it-to patrol the uncanny territory and its borders. The dream parlors, salons, and palaces in which working dreamhunters performed had to obey laws enforced by the Regulatory Body and its powerful head, the Secretary of the Interior, Cas Doran. The parlors, salons, and palaces were businesses and had to have licenses. Dreamhunters, too, had to have licenses. A Try was the first step on the road to a license, and a livelihood.

The Body held two official Tries a year-one in early spring and one in late summer. Each Try found hundreds of teenagers lined up at the border. It wasn't compulsory to Try, but many did as soon as they were allowed, because dreams represented a guarantee of work and the possibility of wealth and fame. Any children who showed an inclination-vivid dreaming, night terrors, a tendency to sleepwalk-were thought, by hopeful families, to have a chance at the life. A dreamhunter or ranger in the family was another indicator of potential talent. More boys than girls Tried, since parents were more permissive with boys, and the candidates were, by and large, in their midteens. The earliest age of a Try was legally set at fifteen.

Rose and Laura had celebrated their fifteenth birthdays that summer.

Walking along the Whynew Falls track hand in hand with her cousin, Laura felt desperately unprepared for an impromptu Try. Every night that summer as she'd put her head down on her pillow, she had mentally ticked off another day-the time narrowing between her and her life's big deciding moment. She had felt as though she were hurtling down a slope that got steeper and steeper the farther she fell. For Laura knew that, after her Try, she would either be in her father's world or remain at her school-Founderston Girls' Academy. She would have a calling or be free to continue her education, to travel, to "come out" when she was sixteen and appear at every ball that season. If she was free, Laura knew she'd inherit the Hame wealth-but not the Hame glamour. And, free, she would lose Rose, because Rose fully expected to walk into the Place, fall asleep there, dream, and carry back her dreams intact, vivid, and marvelous. For Rose had already been into the Place, had been a number of times, because Grace Tiebold had gone on catching dreams when she was pregnant with Rose. (When her sister-in-law Verity said to her, "Did you ever think that you would go there and leave the baby behind?" Grace had put a hand on her stomach and laughed at Verity-also pregnant-saying, "Oh! Darling! What a bloody thought.")

As Laura approached the bend around which her father had said the border would be, she began to drag her feet. Rose gave her hand a sharp tug. "Come on," she whispered. "Stick with me."

"Tziga," said Grace. "Just tell me this-why now? We could have tried last year, or the year before, or when they were only ten. We could have whipped them across quickly when they were really tiny, and they wouldn't even have known where they were. We would have learned whether they could cross or not, and just waited to make it official."

Laura saw her father shake his head at Grace, but he didn't answer her.

"Why do you need to know now?" Grace asked again.

Laura gave a little sob of tension. Then she crashed into her aunt, who had suddenly stopped in her tracks. "Jesus!" Grace said. They all stepped on one another. When Laura righted herself, she saw a ranger approaching along the path.

The man came up to them. He looked, in quick succession, surprised, suspicious, and polite. "Mr. Hame, Mrs. Tiebold," he said respectfully. "Good day to you. Are you going In?" Then he looked beyond the adults at the two girls. He stared pointedly.

"No, of course not," said Grace. "We are just waiting for my husband and our friends. They went along to the falls."

"I see," said the ranger. He stood blocking their path. He cleared his throat. "Perhaps it would be wiser to take these young ladies back to the sign."

"We do know exactly where the border is," Grace said, frosty. "It isn't as if it moves."

"It is very well marked," Tziga said, neutral. "We're not likely to make any mistakes."

"But you can't always keep your hand on your children near the border-best not to go too near." The ranger was quoting a bit of the Regulatory Body's official advice, saying something he no doubt had to say to many people on his patrols. But because he was addressing the undisputed greatest dreamhunters-one of them the very first-he at least had the decency to blush. "I'm very sorry," he said.

"We're not dopes, you know," Rose said, indignant. "Laura and I are Trying in two weeks, for heaven's sake. Why would we spoil that by sneaking across now?"

"It is better to be careful," the ranger said. He focused on a point above Rose's bleached straw sun hat and composed himself into a stiff state of official dignity. He looked blockheaded.

"Come on, girls," Grace said. She turned Rose and Laura around and propelled them back along the track.

Laura swallowed hard to suppress her sigh of relief.

The ranger hovered for a moment. He seemed to realize that Tziga Hame meant to stay put, so he followed Grace and the girls.

* * *

At Whynew Falls, Laura's uncle Chorley Tiebold filmed the other picnickers as they requested. He shot them pointing up at the waterfall, wet from spray. He filmed them jostling and giggling at the pool's edge.

When he was finished, Chorley packed up his movie camera, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and followed his neighbors back along the track. He was itching to return to his workshop in Summerfort, the family's house at Sisters Beach. He wanted to see whether he'd managed to capture on film the scales of shadow pushing down the white face of the cascade. Chorley picked up his pace to catch up with the others. He passed the orange-painted circle of tin tacked to a tree trunk-the border marker. He went on a few steps, then for some reason glanced back. He saw the track, tree ferns, gray, knotted sinews of a redbush vine. Then he saw a flicker of color and shadow in the air, and his brother-in-law, Tziga, materialized on the track behind him.

Chorley flinched. He had filmed this phenomenon-people passing into and out of the Place on its busiest border post, the cairn beyond Doorhandle. It was Chorley's best-known film; he'd sold copies to all corners of the world. Everyone wanted to know just what it looked like-and that it didn't look like trick photography. It didn't. It was a quiet, unfussy, terrifying sight. The only time Chorley had seen it and hadn't felt frightened was when, shortly before they married, he and Grace had played a stalking game in the long grass on the bluff above the river at Tricksie Bend. Grace, inside the Place, hadn't known where Chorley would be outside of it, and he hadn't known where she would emerge. She jumped back and forth, sometimes startled to find he was close by and could grab her. It had made Chorley anxious, made his heart ache to see Grace come and go like that-go where he couldn't follow. But it was magical too.

"There you are," said Tziga. "You always come last when you're carrying your camera." He stepped around Chorley and walked ahead of him, turning back now and then to speak. Looking up, for Chorley was quite a bit taller. "You know-there's far too much interest in Laura's and Rose's Try," he said.

Chorley couldn't remember anyone mentioning the girls' Try at the picnic. Not even Rose, who grew more excited the nearer the event came. He said, "I may be following you, Tziga"-he poked his brother-in-law with the legs of his camera-"but I don't follow you."

"There's too much interest in the outcome of their Try. That's all I'm saying. I don't want them besieged with publicity, or contracts."

"That's why we've bought them hats with veils, to keep their faces out of the newspapers," Chorley said. "To keep it all as private as possible. We could, at least, all agree to do that much. You do realize that I've been trying to talk to you-and Grace-about this for months now?"

"I know. But there was never any question that they'd Try as soon as the law allowed."

Chorley took one hand off his precious camera to grab Tziga's arm. "I questioned it," he said. "The law can say what it likes, but I think they're still too young."

"They want to Try," Tziga said. He looked very unhappy.

Chorley said, "Rose wants to-Laura just doesn't want to be left out." He watched Tziga's face go remote. Even Chorley, who knew his brother-in-law better than anyone, couldn't tell whether Tziga was offended, angry to be told something about his own daughter that he should know himself, or whether he had just dropped down into a colder and deeper reach of his usual sadness. "Tziga," Chorley said, and gave the arm he held a little shake. He was annoyed with himself for poking the chisel of his complaints into this crack in his brother-in-law's certainty. "Look," he said, "it'll soon be over. It'll be decided one way or the other."


Chorley told Tziga to get a move on. The others would wonder where they were. "You do know it will be all right whatever happens," he said as they went along. "I'm not a dreamhunter, and I'm all right. Grace and you are dreamhunters, and you are too-all right, I mean. Aren't you?" He gave Tziga yet another chance to confide in him, to tell him why, lately, he'd seemed so hunted.

Tziga just made a faint affirmative noise, then asked Chorley if this was the camera Chorley wanted him to take into the Place.

Chorley immediately forgot his worries. "Yes," he said. "Are you saying you will? Finally?"

Tziga said yes, he'd take Chorley's camera In tomorrow.

Chorley was rapt, and for the next hour, long after they'd caught up with the others, he talked. He gave instructions, advice, almost gave a shooting script for the film he most wanted to make but couldn't make himself.

Tziga interrupted only once, when they reached the cars, which were parked at the gate of the farm beside Whynew Falls Reserve. He said to Grace, "There he is," and tilted his head in the direction of a man in a duster coat, a shadow against the tangled trunks of the whiteywood forest.


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Stephenie Meyer

"It is like nothing else I've ever read. The characters are so real, you'll feel like you know exactly what they look like and how their voices sound and what they would say or do in any given situation. More than that, you'll want to hang out with them. Then the world is so amazing and unique. You will want to go there. You will want to walk into 'the Place.' And you will want to sleep in a dream opera."--(Stephenie Meyer, The Twilight Saga)

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Dreamhunter 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Ravenclaw-Rachel More than 1 year ago
I read this book based on a recommendation of another author that I enjoy. I loved this story!! It was original in so many ways, definitely not predictable. Absolutely loved both of the books in the duet.
bell7 on LibraryThing 3 days ago
Laura and Rose have been inseparable since birth. They are cousins, both the daughters of dreamhunters, and expect to soon be allowed into the Place to catch dreams themselves. Only certain people can enter the Place, and even fewer of them have the ability to catch dreams that can then be shared with the populace - exciting dreams like Wild River or healing dreams like Convalescent One. But there seems to be something inexplicably sinister about them...This first book in the Dreamhunter Duet takes awhile to get going, but once it does it's a compelling read. The story sometimes gets sidetracked into history of dreamhunting or other explication, but the world Knox creates is rich as a result. Mostly told from Laura's perspective, we see her change from a young teen who follows her cousin's lead to someone who takes action.
CeridwynR on LibraryThing 3 days ago
Throughout DreamHunter I kept trying to analyse the writing, which I thought wasn¿t working for me. Then I¿d get caught up and intrigued by the plot and fail to analyse the book because I was submerging myself in it instead. I always felt at a remove from the characters, probably because I was constantly being told, rather than shown, what they thought and felt. The only character I had my own visceral response to was NOWN, who I adored, because of the lack of explanation as to his thinking. It almost made him my point of view character, which I don¿t think was the intention.That being said, Elizabeth Knox has an incredibly individual voice. Sometimes I love it (The Vintner¿s Luck, Billie¿s Kiss) and sometimes I can¿t stomach it at all (Black Oxen). DreamHunter fell far more into the former camp, though I don¿t think it¿s anywhere near her best work.DreamHunter is an interesting example of the author overtly telling everything about the world that the characters know. It also sometimes tells us about the characters¿ emotions rather than letting us figure them out from their actions. Yet strangely it works because of the convoluted and fascinating plot and because the ideas are so intriguing.The world of DreamHunter really feels like an alternate Earth, so everything feels very real. She¿s changed the details around the settlement of Aotearoa in a minor way and introduced one `magic¿ event and that makes it very convincing ¿ especially as she¿s obviously well-researched that kind of late-Victorian frontier town. I did wonder, however, about the lack of Maori (or equivalent native people).Laura develops beautifully into her own woman, changing a lot throughout the course of the book; Rose has a lovely strength in adversity and is smart. Neither of them is perfect and both have interesting character flaws that add to the plot and the emotional life of the book. Chorley also feels three-dimensional, I liked the way he was spoilt but determined and the way his non-dreaming ability contrasted with the other two adults and the way that made him active.
ewyatt on LibraryThing 3 days ago
This book took me awhile to read. However, by the end of the story, I immediately went looking for book 2. The Place can only be entered by Dreamhunters, to collect dreams and then share them in public performances. When Laura's dad goes missing, he leaves her the task of collecting the dark dream in order to wake up the general public about some dark dealings of members of the government.
callmecayce on LibraryThing 3 days ago
Dreamhunter is a book about dreams, but moreso, it's a book about dreaming. Cousins Laura and Rose seem destined to become Dreamhunters, like their parents. Except in Laura's case, she's not so sure that she's going to become one, while Rose is certain. When the time comes to find out, both girls are in for a surprise. While it sounds cliche, it's actually fascinating, especially when the girls realize that something's not quite with their world.
SunnySD on LibraryThing 3 days ago
The Place exists next to the real world. Only dreamhunters and rangers can go into the Place, and for the former, there is much profit to be made bringing dreams out to share in the dream palaces. But what the Place is, no one really knows.In a slightly alternate earth, 15-year-old Laura is a newly minted dreamhunter - she can go into the Place and retrieve dreams to share. But there is something sinister brewing. Laura's father is missing, maybe dead, and he's left her a mysterious helper and a dangerous task to accomplish. This is an slow-moving, complex, and extremely dense book. Readers who like it will definitely want to read the sequel, as the first book leaves more questions open than it answers. It won't be everyone's cup of tea, not being light, fluffy and easily grasped, but it was worth the time spent, nonetheless.
jasmyn9 on LibraryThing 3 days ago
The Place is where dreamhunters go to find dreams. Dreams that are very different than the ones we have ourselves. These dreams can be shared and shown in a way similar to our movies. Only a select few have the ability to capture dreams from the Place and share them with other nearby sleepers. Laura and her father are two of these people.When Laura's father, the first dreamhunter known to exist, disappears she has to follow a strange trail of clues to find out what he was working on. A trail that leads to many disturbing discoveries. Will she have to strength to carry on and follow in his footsteps, or will she instead choose to follow the status quo and let his knowledge disappear as he did?I found the story fascinating. There were so many different levels of relationships and personalities that were explored without making the characters overly complicated. The world was where the author lost me a little. There was so much that I just didn't understand. While it was all made clear as the story continued on, I feel like there were many things that I missed and would have understood or appreciated more had I known more about the world itself. It led to a bit of a disjointed story.3/5
Suzanne520 on LibraryThing 3 days ago
Ever have a book you wish you could rate with negative stars???I couldn't even push myself through this one.I originally wanted to read this book because Stephenie Meyer said it was awesome on her website. I figured, well, the twilight series was awesome, the hunger games series which she also rated was awesome, so why not this one? I couldn't have been more wrong.I started this book a week ago and I have been on vacation this week and still only made it to page 260. This book became a chore instead of an enjoyable read.Elizabeth Knox undoubtedly has a vivid imagination. Unfortunately she puts it to use describing hair, flowers, scenery, houses, etc. For every thirty pages of description of scenery, there was one page for plot. Not that I dislike a descriptive book, I often actually complain if a book is not descriptive enough. However, this book felt like she threw an abundance of description in there to make up for the fact that she can't carry a story to save her life.The characters are also weak. I found that I could care less what happened to them, as long as the book was over.I am so disapointed in this book, and would not reccomend it to anyone. Last night, after quitting my attempt to read this book, I found myself wondering what dirt Elizabeth Knox had on Stephenie Meyer to get her to say this book was good. Because I have to believe if Stephenie Meyer actually did read this book she would have posted that it was terrible.
fsmichaels on LibraryThing 3 days ago
An excellent read and original concept, thought all the way through. Very well done.
MrsHillReads on LibraryThing 3 days ago
I must be getting slow in my old age because I had a hard time figuring out what what happening in the beginning of this book; however, I found the concept fascinating and the family/friend relationships were interesting.
emitnick on LibraryThing 3 days ago
This takes place in what feels like our Earth of 1905, except that the action takes place on an island on which there is a mysterious Place - an oblong section that only a select few can enter. Of these, some are Dreamers, with the ability to catch dreams and bring them out for others to enjoy (or not, if the dreams happen to be nightmares). The action centers around a family of renowned Dreamhunters, including two teenaged cousins. Rose has Tried and failed to become a Dreamer, while Laura has clearly inherited her family's amazing skills. What she has also inherited is the troubling certainty that the Place is trying to warn her about a terrible injustice that is being done.
Although not quite as atmospheric, this fantasy has much of the same imaginative appeal as Garth Nix's Sabriel trilogy. Fans of Libba Bray's A Great and Terrible Beauty will also find much to enjoy. Well-written, enthralling, and - lucky us - the first of a duet.
hoosgracie on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Set in 1906 in an alternative world, where "Dreamhunters" go to The Place to harvest dreams which they present at dream palaces. Laura and Rose are cousins and a part of a famous Dreamhunter family. A very original fantasy, lovely.
Jasmyn9 More than 1 year ago
The Place is where dreamhunters go to find dreams. Dreams that are very different than the ones we have ourselves. These dreams can be shared and shown in a way similar to our movies. Only a select few have the ability to capture dreams from the Place and share them with other nearby sleepers. Laura and her father are two of these people. When Laura's father, the first dreamhunter known to exist, disappears she has to follow a strange trail of clues to find out what he was working on. A trail that leads to many disturbing discoveries. Will she have to strength to carry on and follow in his footsteps, or will she instead choose to follow the status quo and let his knowledge disappear as he did? I found the story fascinating. There were so many different levels of relationships and personalities that were explored without making the characters overly complicated. The world was where the author lost me a little. There was so much that I just didn't understand. While it was all made clear as the story continued on, I feel like there were many things that I missed and would have understood or appreciated more had I known more about the world itself. It led to a bit of a disjointed story. 3/5
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I thought that it was a little slow starting, because I did't understand it. I soon thought differently. I absolutely love this book!!! I can't wait to read the second one!!! I thought that it was so thrilling and I just could not get enough of it!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was ridiculous long and tells the reader a short plot. I read this book not because I wanted to I was forced to read it and I tried my best to like it but it was just too long and I felt like the story wasn¿t moving along. I wouldn¿t say it was bad, I just think that the author is very detailed and you can visualize the scene but the story line was moving so slowly. Its okay but I just didn¿t like the fact that it was long and basically I felt like I wasted my time reading it. It¿s about this girl name Laura who has a cousin name Rose and they did everything together until they TRIED out for becoming dreamers and Laura gets accepted but not Rose. But both of their parents are dream hunters and Laura¿s dad is famous for catching dreams. Then one day Laura¿s dad disappears and now Laura wants to figure what happen to him. No one knows if he is alive or not. She is now trying to fit unsolved puzzles to find her father, by the way she does not have a mom. That¿s pretty much it. I think the author could have shortened it down. And now I have to read the second book and find out what happens.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book. From the moment i started it i found it intriguing and very suspenseful. The plot was very unique and i found that i never lost intrest in it. The book ended and left me eager to read the next book in the duet.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was really excited when I found this book. I thought the title was intriging and the prologue was interesting. When I started reading it, I thought it was pretty good. But once I hit page 80, everything changed. I was incredibly confused . . . there was too much to remember to even follow the book like the Try, the Rainbow Opera, and stuff like that. The book just seemed to drag on and on and on. By the time I got to page 100, I was pretty much skimming through the whole book. The only reason I gave it 2 stars was because I liked the beginning, but everything, pretty bad.