Don't miss Evermore, the first book in Alyson Noël's #1 New York Times bestselling The Immortals series. Enter an enchanting new world where true love never dies. . .
After a horrible accident claimed the lives of her family, sixteen-year-old Ever Bloom can see people's auras, hear their thoughts, and know someone's entire life story by touching them. Going out of her way to avoid human contact and suppress her abilities, she has been branded a freak at her new high schoolbut everything changes when she meets Damen Auguste.
Damen is gorgeous, exotic and wealthy. He's the only one who can silence the noise and random energy in her headwielding a magic so intense, it's as though he can peer straight into her soul. As Ever is drawn deeper into his enticing world of secrets and mystery, she's left with more questions than answers. And she has no idea just who he really isor what he is. The only thing she knows to be true is that she's falling deeply and helplessly in love with him.
About the Author
Alyson Noël is the #1 New York Times bestselling, award-winning author of Faking 19, Art Geeks and Prom Queens, Laguna Cove, Fly Me to the Moon, Kiss & Blog, Saving Zoë, Cruel Summer, and the Immortals series including Evermore, Blue Moon, Shadowland, Dark Flame, and Night Star, as well as the Immortals spin-off series beginning with Radiance. With over 2 million copies in print in the US alone, her books have been published in 35 countries and have won awards including the National Reader's Choice Award, NYLA Book of Winter Award, NYPL Stuff for the Teenage, TeenReads Best Books of 2007, and Reviewer's Choice 2007 Top Ten, and have been chosen for the CBS Early Show's "Give the Gift of Reading" segment, and selected for Seventeen Magazine's "Hot List" and Beach Book Club Pick. She lives in Laguna Beach, California.
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By Alyson Noël
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2009 Alyson Noël
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Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin. And even though my eyes are covered and closed, I know that her dyed black hair is parted in the middle, her black vinyl corset is worn over a turtleneck (keeping in compliance with our school's dress-code policy), her brand-new, floor-sweeping, black satin skirt already has a hole near the hem where she caught it with the toe of her Doc Martens boots, and her eyes appear gold but that's only because she's wearing yellow contacts.
I also know her dad isn't really away on "business" like he said, her mom's personal trainer is way more "personal" than "trainer," and her little brother broke her Evanescence CD but he's too afraid to tell her.
But I don't know any of this from spying or peeking or even being told. I know because I'm psychic.
"Hurry! Guess! The bell's gonna ring!" she says, her voice hoarse, raspy, like she smokes a pack a day, even though she only tried smoking once.
I stall, thinking of the last person she'd ever want to be mistaken for. "Is it Hilary Duff?"
"Ew. Guess again!" She presses tighter, having no idea that I don't have to see to know.
"Is it Mrs. Marilyn Manson?"
She laughs and lets go, licking her thumb and aiming for the tarnish tattoo she left on my cheek, but I raise my hand and beat her to it. Not because I'm grossed out by the thought of her saliva (I mean, I know she's healthy), but because I don't want her to touch me again. Touch is too revealing, too exhausting, so I try to avoid it at all costs.
She grabs the hood of my sweatshirt and flicks it off my head, then squints at my earbuds and asks, "What're you listening to?"
I reach inside the iPod pocket I've stitched into all of my hoodies, concealing those ubiquitous white cords from faculty view, then I hand it over and watch her eyes bug out when she says, "What the? I mean, can it be any louder? And who is that?" She dangles the iPod between us so we can both hear Sid Vicious screaming about anarchy in the UK. And the truth is, I don't know if Sid's for it or against it. I just know that he's almost loud enough to dull my overly heightened senses.
"Sex Pistols," I say, clicking it off and returning it to my secret compartment.
"I'm surprised you could even hear me." She smiles at the same time the bell rings.
But I just shrug. I don't need to listen to hear. Though it's not like I mention that. I just tell her I'll see her at lunch and head toward class, making my way across campus and cringing when I sense these two guys sneaking up behind her, stepping on the hem of her skirt, and almost making her fall. But when she turns and makes the sign of evil (okay, it's not really the sign of evil, it's just something she made up) and glares at them with her yellow eyes, they immediately back off and leave her alone. And I breathe a sigh of relief as I push into class, knowing it won't be long before the lingering energy of Haven's touch fades.
I head toward my seat in the back, avoiding the purse Stacia Miller has purposely placed in my path, while ignoring her daily serenade of "Looo-ser!" she croons under her breath. Then I slide onto my chair, retrieve my book, notebook, and pen from my bag, insert my earpiece, pull my hood back over my head, drop my backpack on the empty seat beside me, and wait for Mr. Robins to show.
Mr. Robins is always late. Mostly because he likes to take a few nips from his small silver flask between classes. But that's only because his wife yells at him all the time, his daughter thinks he's a loser, and he pretty much hates his life. I learned all of that on my first day at this school, when my hand accidentally touched his as I gave him my transfer slip. So now, whenever I need to turn something in, I just leave it on the edge of his desk.
I close my eyes and wait, my fingers creeping inside my sweatshirt, switching the song from screaming Sid Vicious to something softer, smoother. All that loud noise is no longer necessary now that I'm in class. I guess the small student/teacher ratio keeps the psychic energy somewhat contained.
I wasn't always a freak. I used to be a normal teen. The kind who went to school dances, had celebrity crushes, and was so vain about my long blond hair I wouldn't dream of scraping it back into a ponytail and hiding beneath a big hooded sweatshirt. I had a mom, a dad, a little sister named Riley, and a sweet yellow Lab named Buttercup. I lived in a nice house, in a good neighborhood, in Eugene, Oregon. I was popular, happy, and could hardly wait for junior year to begin since I'd just made varsity cheerleader. My life was complete, and the sky was the limit. And even though that last part is a total cliché, it's also ironically true.
Yet all of that's just hearsay as far as I'm concerned. Because ever since the accident, the only thing I can clearly remember is dying.
I had what they call an NDE, or "near death experience." Only they happen to be wrong. Because believe me, there wasn't anything "near" about it. It's like, one moment my little sister Riley and I were sitting in the back of my dad's SUV, with Buttercup's head resting on Riley's lap, while his tail thumped softly against my leg, and the next thing I knew all the air bags were blown, the car was totaled, and I was observing it all from outside.
I gazed at the wreckage — the shattered glass, the crumbled doors, the front bumper clutching a pine tree in a lethal embrace — wondering what went wrong as I hoped and prayed everyone had gotten out too. Then I heard a familiar bark, and turned to see them all wandering down a path, with Buttercup wagging her tail and leading the way.
I went after them. At first trying to run and catch up, but then slowing and choosing to linger. Wanting to wander through that vast fragrant field of pulsating trees and flowers that shivered, closing my eyes against the dazzling mist that reflected and glowed and made everything shimmer.
I promised myself I'd only be a moment. That soon, I'd go back and find them. But when I did finally look, it was just in time to catch a quick glimpse of them smiling and waving and crossing a bridge, mere seconds before they all vanished.
I panicked. I looked everywhere. Running this way and that, but it all looked the same — warm, white, glistening, shimmering, beautiful, stupid, eternal mist. And I fell to the ground, my skin pricked with cold, my whole body twitching, crying, screaming, cursing, begging, making promises I knew I could never ever keep.
And then I heard someone say, "Ever? Is that your name? Open your eyes and look at me."
I stumbled back to the surface. Back to where everything was pain, and misery, and stinging wet hurt on my forehead. And I gazed at the guy leaning over me, looked into his dark eyes, and whispered, "I'm Ever," before passing out again.CHAPTER 2
Seconds before Mr. Robins walks in, I lower my hood, click off my iPod, and pretend I'm reading my book, not bothering to look up when he says, "Class, this is Damen Auguste. He just moved here from New Mexico. Okay Damen, you can take that empty seat in the back, right next to Ever. You'll have to share her book until you get your own copy."
Damen is gorgeous. I know this without once looking up. I just focus on my book as he makes his way toward me since I know way too much about my classmates already. So as far as I'm concerned, an extra moment of ignorance really is bliss.
But according to the innermost thoughts of Stacia Miller sitting just two rows before me — Damen Auguste is totally smoking hot.
Her best friend, Honor, completely agrees.
So does Honor's boyfriend, Craig, but that's a whole other story.
"Hey." Damen slides onto the seat next to mine, my backpack making a muffled thud as he drops it to the floor.
I nod, refusing to look any further than his sleek, black, motorcycle boots. The kind that are more GQ than Hells Angels. The kind that looks very out of place among the rows of multicolored flip-flops currently gracing the green-carpeted floor.
Mr. Robins asks us all to turn our books to page 133, prompting Damen to lean in and say, "Mind if I share?" I hesitate, dreading the proximity, but slide my book all the way over until it's teetering off the edge of my desk. And when he moves his chair closer, bridging the small gap between us, I scoot to the farthest part of my seat and hide beneath my hood.
He laughs under his breath, but since I've yet to look at him, I have no idea what it means. All I know is that it sounded light and amused, but like it held something more.
I sink even lower, cheek on palm, eyes on the clock. Determined to ignore all the withering glances and critical comments directed my way. Stuff like: Poor hot, sexy, gorgeous new guy, having to sit next to that freak! That emanates from Stacia, Honor, Craig, and just about everyone else in the room.
Well, all except for Mr. Robins, who wants class to end almost as much as me.
By lunch, everyone's talking about Damen.
Have you seen that new kid Damen? He's so hot — So sexy — I heard he's from Mexico — No I think it's Spain — Whatever, it's some foreign place — I'm totally asking him to Winter Formal — You don't even know him yet — Don't worry I will —
"Omigod. Have you seen that new kid, Damen?" Haven sits beside me, peering through her growing-out bangs, their spiky tips ending just shy of her dark red lips.
"Oh please, not you too." I shake my head and bite into my apple.
"You would so not be saying that if you'd been privileged enough to actually see him," she says, removing her vanilla cupcake from its pink cardboard box, licking the frosting right off the top in her usual lunchtime routine, even though she dresses more like someone who'd rather drink blood than eat tiny little sweet cakes.
"Are you guys talking about Damen?" Miles whispers, sliding onto the bench and placing his elbows on the table, his brown eyes darting between us, his baby face curving into a grin. "Gorgeous! Did you see the boots? So Vogue. I think I'll invite him to be my next boyfriend."
Haven gazes at him with narrowed, yellow eyes. "Too late, I called dibs."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were into non-goths." He smirks, rolling his eyes as he unwraps his sandwich.
Haven laughs. "When they look like that I am. I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like — combustible!" "You haven't seen him?" Miles grips his sandwich and gapes at me.
I gaze down at the table, wondering if I should just lie. They're making such a big deal I'm thinking it's my only way out. Only I can't. Not to them. Haven and Miles are my best friends. My only friends. And I feel like I'm keeping enough secrets already. "I sat next to him in English," I finally say. "We were forced to share a book. But I didn't really get a good look."
"Forced?" Haven moves her bangs to the side, allowing for an unobstructed view of the freak who'd dare say such a thing. "Oh that must have been awful for you, that must've really sucked." She rolls her eyes and sighs. "I swear, you have no idea how lucky you are. And you don't even appreciate it."
"Which book?" Miles asks, as though the title will somehow reveal something meaningful.
"Wuthering Heights." I shrug, placing my apple core on the center of my napkin and folding the edges all around.
"And your hood? Up or down?" Haven asks.
I think back, remembering how I raised it right as he moved toward me. "Um, up," I tell her. "Yeah, definitely up." I nod.
"Well thank you for that," she mumbles, breaking her vanilla cupcake in half. "The last thing I need is competition from the blond goddess."
I cringe and gaze down at the table. I get embarrassed when people say things like that. Apparently, I used to live for that kind of thing, but not anymore. "Well, what about Miles? You don't think he's competition?" I ask, diverting the attention away from me and back on someone who can truly appreciate it.
"Yeah." Miles runs his hand through his short brown hair and turns, gracing us with his very best side. "Don't rule it out."
"Totally moot," Haven says, dusting white crumbs from her lap. "Damen and Miles don't play for the same team. Which means his oh-so-devastating, model-quality looks don't count."
"How do you know which team he's on?" Miles asks, twisting the cap off his VitaminWater and narrowing his gaze. "How can you be so sure?"
"Gaydar," she says, tapping her forehead. "And trust me, this guy does not register."
Not only is Damen in my first-period English class, and my sixth-period art class (not that he sat by me, and not that I looked, but the thoughts swirling around the room, even from our teacher, Ms. Machado, told me everything I needed to know), but now he'd apparently parked next to me too. And even though I'd managed to avoid viewing anything more than his boots, I knew my grace period had just come to an end.
"Omigod, there he is! Right directly next to us!" Miles squeals, in the high-pitched, singsongy whisper he saves for life's most exciting moments. "And check out that ride — shiny black BMW, extra-dark tinted windows. Nice, very nice. Okay, so here's the deal, I'm going to open my door and accidentally bump it into his, so then I'll have an excuse to talk to him." He turns, awaiting my consent.
"Do not scratch my car. Or his car. Or any other car," I say, shaking my head and retrieving my keys.
"Fine." He pouts. "Shatter my dream, whatever. But just do yourself a favor and check him out! And then look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't make you want to freak out and faint."
I roll my eyes and squeeze between my car and the poorly parked VW Bug that's angled so awkwardly it looks like it's trying to mount my Miata. And just as I'm about to unlock the door, Miles yanks down my hood, swipes my sunglasses, and runs to the passenger side where he urges me, via not-so-subtle head tilts and thumb jabs, to look at Damen who's standing behind him.
So I do. I mean, it's not like I can avoid it forever. So I take a deep breath and look.
And what I see leaves me unable to speak, blink, or move.
And even though Miles starts waving at me, glaring at me, and basically giving me every signal he can think of to abort the mission and return to headquarters — I can't. I mean, I'd like to, because I know I'm acting like the freak everyone's already convinced that I am, but it's completely impossible. And it's not just because Damen is undeniably beautiful, with his shiny dark hair that hits just shy of his shoulders and curves around his high-sculpted cheekbones, but when he looks at me, when he lifts his dark sunglasses and meets my gaze, I see that his almond shaped eyes are deep, dark, and strangely familiar, framed by lashes so lush they almost seem fake. And his lips! His lips are ripe and inviting with a perfect Cupid's bow. And the body that holds it all up is long, lean, tight, and clad in all black.
"Um, Ever? Hel-lo? You can wake up now. Please." Miles turns to Damen, laughing nervously. "Sorry about my friend here, she usually has her hood on."
It's not like I don't know I have to stop. I need to stop right now. But Damen's eyes are fixed on mine, and their color grows deeper as his mouth begins to curve.
But it's not his complete gorgeousness that has me so transfixed. It has nothing to do with that. It's mainly the way the entire area surrounding his body, starting from his glorious head and going all the way down to the square-cut toes of his black motorcycle boots, consists of nothing but blank empty space.
No color. No aura. No pulsing light show.
Everyone has an aura. Every living being has swirls of color emanating from their body. A rainbow energy field they're not even aware of. And it's not like it's dangerous, or scary, or in any way bad, it's just part of the visible (well, to me anyway) magnetic field.
Before the accident I didn't even know about things like that. And I definitely wasn't able to see it. But from the moment I woke in the hospital, I noticed color everywhere.
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After the accident that left her orphaned, 16 year old Ever has not only survived this traumatic ordeal but can now see people's auras, hear people's thoughts and keeps getting visited by the ghost of her younger sister Riley. Ever can't stand herself anymore. She can't stand to be around people. She can't stand going anywhere without her hoodie, sunglasses, and ipod. She can't stand her life anymore and it's all because of the accident where she lost her whole family, the accident which was all her fault. Now Ever has the strange psychic powers that allow her to see auras, read minds, and know people's life stories just by touching them. Most teens would love powers like that. Not Ever. Ever can't stand them and she only wants them to go away. And finally they do. When Ever meets Damen he quiets everything around her. She can't see his aura, read his thoughts, or know his life story. She can finally be herself. Things seem to be great with Damen until he starts acting very weird and strange people start showing up and going missing. Ever was a great character and so were her friends. Miles and Haven are hilarious. I think they really helped lighten the mood of the book when things started to get dark. It's always good to have some contrast in a book and I think they really provided it with a gay actor and a love starved goth chick. I also think that they were amazingly well-developed for background characters.
Evermore was a book that i started reading and i couldn't put down. When I pick up a book that is like that i get involved in the story. I felt like I was right beside Ever and Damen. The love story that lasts forever. I really recommend this book to those who have never read this book.
At first I wasn't sure what to expect. Like so many others I was stuck on the Twilight series. I had ventured out of them, but still I was stuck with vampires. Evermore, is amazing. It thrills you when you need to be thrilled, and warms you when you need to be warmed. I highly recommend this book and put in in my top tenn lists. I can't wait for Book 2. I f you are looking fo a romance that still has tons of NEW fiction in it go fore Evermore it was great!!!!!!!!!!!
I loved reading the series! They keep you entertained for hours. Alyson Noel is a fantastic writer.
I really enjoyed this book. It has a similar aspect as the book Fallen (which I adored). Ever is dealing with the loss of everything she has ever known or cared about, her mom, dad, sister, dog, home, friends, boyfriend etc. Everything changes after a car accident kills her whole family and she moves in with her aunt in California. Despite her huge loss Ever does gain a gift (not that she sees it that way). Ever is now psychic. Ever is forced to shut herself away from everyone to quiet the noise in her head until Damen comes along. He somehow is able to break through the noise and silence it. Ever is immediately drawn to him despite his mysterious nature. I was really glad that I didn't know what Damen was going into the book because I loved finding out when Ever did. I even found myself laughing out loud when Damen refutes her first guess. I finished this book in a little over a day and I plan to start Blue Moon tonight. This series is worth a read!
I began reading this book as a joke. My friend said it was bad, so I decided to read it to see what all the fuss was about. Something I will regret. The author tries to hard with "labels" and doesn't understand the difference between goth and vampire (watch South Park for God's sake). My first qualm with this book is the main character, Ever. She loses her entire family in a car crash, and from then on has awesome powers. Too many powers. She can see auras, spirits (which, I may add, she doesn't mention until chapter eight. Then, it's totally dropped. We have no elaboration on any of these spirits, and no further presentation of them), can see into the future, know what people are thinking, know the answers on a test, etc, etc. She subsequently uses these powers to stalk her boyfriend. Which was entirely insane and illegal. The only thing I liked about her was her short vodka stint, which was a very good plot device. Then there's Damen, stalkerish Edward boyfriend. However, I believe he's somewhat better than said vampire, for he doesn't emotionally abuse his girlfriend. Damen is immortal, and knows famous people from the past with no explanation. Just because you can live forever, doesn't mean you suddenly meet all these artists and authors. And just like Meyer did with Edward, Ever goes on and on about how beautiful Damen is. He was one very annoying character. Now I'll go to the overall writing. The author reuses so many words and phrases, it's like they're the only ones she knows. This story could have been better if it was not in first person, so the author wouldn't have to pretend to be a teenage girl. This book was just...annoying. There's no other way to describe this poorly written, paced, and plotted book. Never again will I doubt my friend who says a book is like a Twilight and Wicked Lovely crossover.
I enjoyed reading this! There were parts which kept me fliping through the pages and kept me guessing and wanting to know more about Damon's secrets.There were also parts that Ever, the main character, really annoyed me. Honestly, it's very similar to Twilight so if you loved Twilight then you'll enjoy Evermore as well.
could have any boyfriend she wanted. Her wonderful life ended when she was sixteen with a car accident that killed all her loved ones; her parents, her younger sister Riley, and her dog all dead. Ever also almost past away as her spirit left her body, but she was revived; her Aunt Sabine took her niece into her California home.
Once again she has everything a teen can desire except her beloved family, but Ever is also a psychic who can read minds, see auras, and holds pillow chats with Riley. She wears a hood to separate her from others as she tries to hide from the world. Her two friends are rejects who fit in with her feelings of being one too. Then Damen Auguste comes into her life and brings peace with a touch as he can block her psychic skills. He makes it very clear to her that he wants a relationship between them, but she fears his lack of an aura. Once the teen learns the truth about the lad pursuing her, Ever has to make a choice that fits her name.
Readers who enjoy the works of P.C. Cast and Stephanie Meyers will love this outstanding paranormal teen-lit thriller. Ever feels survival guilt and remorse for the accident as she blames herself; her talks with Riley are heartbreaking as her sister pleads with her to move on and live life to the fullest. Ever struggles with understanding what Damen and his friend are; while readers will comprehend the aura-less pair¿s yin-yang relationship. Fans, adults and teens, will relish the spellbinding EVERMORE.
i loved it.
It is a Page Turner. Literally, I could not pry my hands off of this book until I finished it-- completely, wholly, addicting. It is a great book that I recommend for all readers and I hope they can pass it on to others. It has all three factors that I belive a great story would have: Memorable characters, Thrilling plot, and an Unforgettable Story. The only downfall is that I could name three books off the top of my head that the author obviously took ideas from. The first one, of course, is Twilight. Examples would be: mysterious, dark, beautiful main character Damen comes and takes interest in the main heroine Ever which thinks so little of herself and falls madly in love with Damen and (surprise, surprise!) he feels the same way back. They become more and more attached to each other and Ever starts questioning Damen's actions. I won't spoil the ending for you so I'll stop there but, honestly, doesn't that sound a little familiar? The second is Soulmate, Night World No.6. Both stories have a guy who's immortal who falls for a girl who's not and has also been reincarnated many times and both include a villain who threatens to kill the girl because she "wants the guy for herself" to put it mildly and it turns out, hey! She's already killed her thousands of times! That part of the book is almost identical. The third is really, extremely, minor but it always bothered me a bit. Haven is a lot like Kimmie in Laurie Faria Stolarz's Deadly Little Secret. Their personalities are the same with the same senses of humor and they have the same style (goth/vampy). There are other similarities but they're all so miniscule they don't really matter. The bottom point is, if you don't mind a few "deja vu" moments, then this is a great book to read. It'll be the first thing you think of when you go to sleep, the first thing you think of when you wake up, and the thing that pops into your mind the most in between. Pick up this book the next time you stop at Barnes & Nobles-- you won't regret it. P.S. I'll include the books in the recommendation list since they're also amazing books.
ever since her mom dad sister and dog, buttercup died in a car crash that she somehow survuved, Ever has been able to read minds and see auras. to be honest she hates and just wishes that she could go back to her old life before the stupid crash that ruined evrything. her life was pretty much much perfect before her family died and she was forced to move too california and move in with her aunt, sabine. she was popular she was a cheerleader and she had a great boyfriend. now at her new high school everyone basically thinks shes a freak. well everyone except her two best friends, Miles ans Haven. She has one other best friend who she also sees almost every sinle day. her dead sister, riley. for some reason she is still able to see her and talk to her and riley is pretty much the only thing keeping ever from going crazy. she finally has evrything figured out and then one day a new guy shows up at school, Damen, who changes everything. ever tries to ignore him as much as she can but the moment she sees him (and sees that he has no aura at all and that she cant read his mind like evryone else) she cant stop thinking about him.
this is a very suprising book. i would go on in the summary but i could go on forever and there are just to many things to say and i wouldnt want to give anything away...
this book is good. not horrible but not amazing. just good.
i couldn't help comparing it to twilight though. it sounds like the author is trying to write some big bestseller like stephenie meyer but at some parts its just annoying because she pretty much has the exact same story going on but its completely different at the same time. kinda like she just rewrote the story and changed some parts in it to try to make it sound ike her own.
yes, i do think i would reccomend this to other people. it is a very good book and it makes you want to keep reading and reading. i think i read it in about two days. it is good but its just not on the top of my list.
This book was so addicting, I read it in one sitting. I couldn't put it down. I can't wait for the next book! If you are a fan of the Twilight Saga, you area going to love this book!
In Evermore, we have a girl with an evocative name (I still haven't stopped rolling my eyes over "Bella Swan," and now I have to deal with "Ever" and I may never get my eyeballs back to where they should be and that was only, like, the FIRST PAGE.) The girl with the evocative name has to move across the country to live with an adult who is completely incompetent in the care of a teenager, but that's okay because the girl has no need of supervision. She is a woman of the world. Luckily for Ever, her weird lawyer auntie is rich, so Ever gets to drive a speedy little Miata instead of a rusty old truck AND she gets to live in a cool mansion in a gated Orange Beach community instead of in Charlie Swan's dumpy house in damp Forks, Washington. You should note that both vehicles are red, though. A bunch of stuff happens, but if you've read Twilight, you already know the plot. There are parts that make sense and parts that make no sense at all and the message of the book really sucks -- lots of underage drinking and drunkenness, lots of lying to authority figures, lots of cutting school; like Twilight, it's a list of Things Teenagers Can Do to Eff Up Their Lives, only of course there are never, ever, ever any consequences. Noel threw in some reincarnation and some chakras and some transcendental meditation and....a psychic? Hmm. Okay, whatever. Anyway, she tried to throw us off the Twilight scent, but we all have that stench coating the inside of our noses and we can recognize it from miles away, as far from Washington state to southern California, I'd say. Wouldn't you?
Here's a tip to aspiring authors out there: if you're going to copy another book, at least pick something better to plaigarise than Twilight. This novel uses basically the same tired old formula that every other "paranormal romance" book follows: depressed girl meets hot new guy, they are instantly attracted to each other, she finds out he's otherwordly, they make out, then defeat whatever evil villain at the end. This book is basically a carbon copy of the tragic excuse for a romance that was Twilight, just make Bella even more depressing and boring, give her some superpowers (then forget about them halfway through the book), change the bad guy to a girl, and presto -- that's Evermore. I do admit that the rest of the books in the series are slightly better, you first have to struggle through the mess that is the first installment. Ever has suffered through the tragic car accident that killed the rest of her family and now leaves her able to hear people's thoughts, see their auras, and communicate to her dead little sister, Riley, who acts like an insufferable little brat throughout the whole book. The dreamboat guy, Edward, I mean Damen, is a poorly drawn character with no definitive personality and less character development than a robot. His relationship with Ever basically consists of him saying something about how they're destined to be together as he tries to get into her pants. It's the typical Twilight courtship: one minute they've just met, then BAM! they're obsessed with each other. Ever's two best friends are nothing but caricatures with the IQs of gerbils; they are weirdly similar to Cady Heron's friends Janis and Damien in Mean Girls. Ever's depression, which could have been a strong plot point or character trait, is just as poorly written as the rest of the book. Ever just hides behind a hoodie and an iPod, doesn't talk to anyone, and drinks a lot of vodka. It seems like Alyson Noel thought that being depressed was nothing more than going full emo; she didn't seem to grasp the concept that depression is a more complex illness than just hating life, listening to rock music, and being an alcoholic. Yes, maybe some teens do actually handle their feelings that way, but more realistically, depression is more subtly nuanced and more complicated than that. It was disappointing considering that Noel deftly tackled the complexity of the toxic friendship between two girls vying for poularity in Art Geeks and Prom Queens. All in all, if you're searching for a new, satisying paranormal romance, read something unique and well-written like Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl instead of this disaster. Just skip this one. Your time and money is better spent on something else.
I read this book in three days. I couldnt put it down and i needed to know what was going to happen next. I hope the entire Immortal series is this good or better.
I really enjoyed reading Evermore (Immortal series book #1), and to be honest when I read those first chapters in the beginning of the book, I was thinking whether or not should I or shouldn't I continue to read the book because it took a while for the book to get to the point. But one thing that I have to admit, whenever I would take a little break, I would always go right back to reading it! Evermore, a.k.a., Ever, I can't lie was a very confused when it came to decision-making, would blame herself for her family's car accident, changed her appearance to sweats & hoodies when she would get everyone around her pissed off for wearing those things (shoot I would get upset at times too) because she was a very beautiful girl. Damen, I really liked him in the book, just in the beginning his actions of him ditching Ever, and flirting with Stacie and Dina being around made me think and believe that he was like what Ever thought of him a "player". But the fact that he kept seeing Ever and showing how much he loved and adored her. I really enjoyed the ending of the book, because Damen finally revealed the truth about his powers, and about his history and why Drina was always in his picture, and so much more!! I just enjoyed this book thus far, and it only took my a day and a half to finish it.....and now I just bought the 2nd one and I am going to read it now!!!
Meet Ever, your stereotypical Emo high school girl who has everything in the world and stills finds time to whine about it. Everything sucks because she doesn't understand why her family passed away and she was left alive, so, in response to this phenominal event, she takes it out on her appearance and social life -- choosing to only be friends with a goth girl who is severely jealous of Ever ALL THE TIME, and a gay who is always stuck in the middle of the two girls. Then she meets Damen, the hottest guy in school who her best friend just HAS to have, but as luck would have it has fallen in love with Ever despite her weird emo tendencies and lack of social communication. Yea, this is a book that has "Real" written all over it. Ever is a character that will drive you crazy because she is so whiney and angsty, and Damen is honestly a huge jerk that flirts with every girl alive and then doesn't understand why Ever keeps her distance from him. The ending of this book wasn't too bad because you understand why Damen is the way he is and all that jazz, but it takes SOOOO long to get there that you have to force yourself through all the teenage angst and insignificant plot developments just to get to that point. Bottom line, go find another book to read because you'll have to force yourself to pick up this one.
i absolutely loved this book. i couldnt put it down from the time i started it and after i finished i immediately reread it. Blue Moon was just as good. i finished it the day i got it. These books are similar to Twilight but are different in so many ways. i cannot wait to read shadowland. i wood recommend this book to anyone who has good taste in books. =)
At first I thought it will be same as the Twilight, but it is totally different! The characters are well developed, but sometime their personality frustrated me!!! Im soooo ready to read the second book!
This book easily sucks you right in. But if you dont like romance, or immortality, you wouldnt like this book. Most people say it reminds them of twilight, but i dont think the gist of this story is at all similar to twilight. It is very well written, and allyson noel definitely made a hit new book series!
DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!!!!!!! REAPEAT: DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!!!!!!!! I READ IT AND IT WAS SOOOOO BORING THE PLOT IS PREDICTABLE AND ITS ALOT LIKE TWILIGHT! I ALSO FOUND SOME SPELLING AND GRAMMER ERRORS! ITS ALSO A BIT TOO MUCH LIKE THE THE FALLEN SERIES BY LAUREN KATE! - A PERSON WHO IS A GOOD WRITER AND WORKING ON A BOOK OF HER OWN WROTE THIS BECAUSE THE CRITICS NEED HELP!!! I WOULD GIVE 0 STARS IF I COULD
I loved this book. It has been said that it is a Twilight knock-off, but the only similarity is a boy and girl attending highschool with secrets they don't want to share. That could be any book or any highschool teenager. I loved the idea of immortals and the existence of life after death on earth. I like that the book is easy to ready, and it is free of cussing, sex, and violence. I have already purchased books 2 and 3 and will have them read by the weekend.
In the beginning, Evermore sounds like it's about vampires, but... IT'S NOT ABOUT VAMPIRES! IT'S CALLED THE "IMMORTALS" FOR A REASON! Immortals have other "powers/gifts" than vampires. And the characters in this book have feelings and are very well-developed(another clue that they're not vampires!) Alyson Noel did a beautiful job on this book and on the other UNIQUE books in this series(which I recommend reading). THIS BOOK IS AS FAR FROM TWILIGHT AS YOU CAN GET. Actually, I like the Immortals better than Twilight. As you read more in this series, the more you will see how unique the whole plot is. In Twilight, have you ever heard of Summerland, Shadowland, or manifesting?
What is more stupid -- The fact that this book was ever published? Or the fact that I paid money to read it? Save your time and money.
I've read TONS of great books such as "the city of bones" by Cassandra Clare and of couarse the "twilight" series (before it got all hyped up and crazy) and I must say honestly I was totally dissipointed with this book! Not only is it the same old story line "Girl meets boy, boy plays hard to get but gives in" type of thing but this book it's really boring and repetitive! The begining of the book drags on and just when the book starts getting decent (like page 70 something) they start throwing in a buch of totally unbelievable things not going to spoil but especially at the end!!! I was reading the end of this book and at the suppose "serious,touching parts" I was laughing till' tears! Trust me when I say you really don't want to buy this book.