The Depths

by Nicole Lesperance

Overview

Notes From Your Bookseller

1 tropical island, 2 Victorian ghosts, and 1 girl trying not to get trapped for eternity like the ghosts all await readers in this thrilling story about an eerie paradise where the dark, tangled secrets are interwoven with the beautiful beaches and full forests. Prepare yourself for this unputdownable read and find out if the secrets of the island will be unravelled or if the island will trap yet another victim.

A tropical island full of secrets. Two Victorian ghosts, trapped for eternity. And a seventeen-year-old girl determined not to be next.

Eulalie Island should be a paradise, but to Addie Spencer, it’s more like a prison.

Forced to tag along to the remote island on her mother’s honeymoon, Addie isn’t thrilled about being trapped there for two weeks. The island is stunning, with its secluded beaches and forests full of white flowers. But there's something eerie and unsettling about the place.

After Addie meets an enigmatic boy on the beach, all the flowers start turning pink. The island loves you, he tells her. But she can’t stop sleepwalking at night, the birds keep calling her name, and there’s a strange little girl in the woods who wants to play hide-and-seek. When Addie learns about two sisters who died on the island centuries ago, she wonders if there’s more to this place, things only she can see.

Beneath its gorgeous surface, Eulalie Island is hiding dark, tangled secrets. And if Addie doesn't unravel them soon, the island might never let her go.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780593465363
Publisher:	Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date:	09/13/2022
Pages:	368
Sales rank:	118,543
Product dimensions:	5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.40(d)
Lexile:	HL780L (what's this?)
Age Range:	14 - 17 Years

About the Author

Nicole Lesperance grew up on Cape Cod and graduated from Wesleyan University. She spent a few years in London and now lives near Boston with her husband, two kids, and two rambunctious black cats. She writes YA and middle grade books. Follow her on Twitter @niclesperance or visit her online at NicoleLesperance.com.

Read an Excerpt

Eulalie Island is crescent shaped, its inner edge a powdered sugar beach lined with swaying palm trees. Beyond the palms lies a forest so lush and vibrant that the word green doesn’t feel adequate to describe it. The scent of dead seaweed and tropical flowers floods my nostrils and lungs, filling them with an itchy need to cough.

Beside me, the seaplane bobs, tethered to the dock. It was a long journey from Saint Thomas, soaring over islands and islands that grew smaller and flatter until they were just sandbars, then gone. For a long time, we floated through a cloudless sky over an endless ocean, and there was nothing but blue. It took every ounce of my strength to not yank the plane door open and dive into that blue.

But I didn’t. And now we’re here. At the private island that’s going to be my private prison for the next two weeks. I’m the third wheel on my mother’s honeymoon with a man who wears pressed khaki shorts and belts with little whales on them. She was too afraid to leave me alone with my injuries after the accident, and I’d never admit this out loud, but I’m glad she didn’t.

“Come on, sweetie!” She waves from the beach, her other arm wrapped around David’s waist. It doesn’t feel right that one twenty-­minute ceremony can make you someone’s daughter, step-­ or not. But she’s been planning this honeymoon for almost a year, and I am not going to ruin the trip for her. I pull an elastic off my wrist and twist my sweaty, light brown hair into a knot on top of my head.

“Go ahead, Addie.” Ken Carpenter, the island’s bearded caretaker, leaps onto the seaplane to help the pilot with our suitcases. “Melinda will get you folks settled in at the house, and we’ll bring your bags up.”

“You’re going to love it.” His wife, a woman in a billowing caftan with silver-­streaked hair, gives me a sympathetic smile. Everyone here seems to already know about my accident, which is both embarrassing and a relief because I won’t have to explain why I unexpectedly cough up blood sometimes. Leaving the seaplane—and that gorgeous turquoise water I’m not allowed to dive in—we head for the beach. A stone jetty stretches out even farther than the dock, with a white lighthouse at its end.

The scent of flowers is so strong I can taste it, sweet and cloying and tinged with something almost rotten. It thickens as we approach the forest, and I swallow hard, then take a shallow breath.

Don’t cough.

“Isn’t this spectacular?” says my mom as we join them on the beach. I plaster a smile onto my mouth and nod.

“Just wait until you see the rest,” says David, though he’s never been here before either.

Melinda leads us onto a packed-­dirt path that cuts through the woods, and as we pass under the leafy canopy, it takes a few seconds for our eyes to adjust to the dimness. My mother grabs my wrist.

“Oh, Addie, look!”

White flowers bloom absolutely everywhere: hibiscus and lilies and amaryllis and so many more that I don’t know the names of. Crowding the bushes, peeking out of the shrubs underfoot, climbing the trees in slender vines. Not a single blossom or bud that isn’t white. I take a slow, soupy breath, willing myself not to wheeze. I am not going to ruin this trip. Not after I almost made her miss her wedding.

“So pretty,” I say.

Melinda swats a bug from her face. “It gets humid down here, but don’t worry. There’s always a breeze up at the house.”

Sunlight sifts through the giant ferns overhead as I stop to catch my breath. A thousand birds are shrieking, though I can’t see any of them. I wonder if they’re all white like the flowers. As beautiful as this is, I can’t wait to find the house and the breeze so I can get this floral stench out of my lungs.

Ahead, Melinda, David, and my mom are climbing a set of stone steps, but I don’t think I can make it up just yet. My face is hot and cold at the same time, and black specks flit in my vision. Bending low, I brace my hands on my knees. If I can train myself not to breathe for seven minutes, I can train myself not to cough. And I can train myself to heal. It’s just a question of control. Mind over matter. Slowly, the need to clear my lungs eases, and I lean back against the trunk of a huge old tree.

Shutting my eyes, I breathe, gently breathe, and let it all settle. I try to find my center, my inner silence, but lately whenever things get quiet, my brain circles back to the accident. The same nagging thoughts circle like flies, constant reminders that everything is different now. That I’m different now, even though I still have no understanding of what happened to me when I died.

Something pulls me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to the flower-­filled woods. It’s too silent, I realize. The birds have stopped screeching. The insects are no longer buzzing. Then something rustles behind me, and a child’s laugh plinks like a music box.

“Hello?” I call.

The back of my neck tingles like someone’s watching me, but if they are, they could be anywhere in this chaotic jumble of plants and trees. They could be hiding an arm’s length away and I’d never know.

“Hello?” I repeat. “Is somebody there?”

Again, that laugh, high-­pitched and the slightest bit broken, and it sounds nothing like a bird. That sound is human.

Leaves rustle suddenly, and I jolt as a black cat slinks out of a white-­flowered bush. It swishes against my shin, and as it dashes away up the steps, I have to bend over again to catch my breath and let my rocketing heartbeat calm.

“Kylo, you naughty thing! How did you get out again?” Melinda’s voice floats down through the eerily still trees. Slowly, my panic fades, but the crawling sensation on my skin does not. That laughter definitely wasn’t a cat. I’m sure it was a child.

“Is someone there?” I call.

The forest is silent.

Editorial Reviews

10/10/2022

Utilizing the mystery, allure, and beauty of a tropical island paradise, Lesperance (The Wide Starlight) deftly cultivates a menacing tale with a hint of horror. Seventeen-year-old Addie is on track to be one of the country’s best women free divers until an accident, which renders her dead for eight and a half minutes, derails her plans. Afraid to leave Addie home alone, her mother forces Addie to accompany her and her new stepfather on their honeymoon to Eulalia Island. Despite the awkwardness and relative isolation, she soon befriends 15-year-old Billy and his older brother, Sean, sons of the island’s caretakers. As Addie explores the environment, strange things begin occurring; birds literally call her name, and flora change color and inexplicably bloom in places where Addie’s blood drips from a cut on her leg. Addie immerses herself in the island’s history while growing closer to Sean, but as the bizarre events increase in frequency, she worries that she might not leave this tropical getaway alive. With florid literary flair and a keen attention to detail, Lesperance offers unique twists on well-loved supernatural tropes while compassionately exploring friendship founded on shared trauma and Addie’s search for herself beyond diving. Characters present as white. Ages 14–up. (Sept.)

Publishers Weekly

2022-06-22
A tropical paradise is haunted by a dangerous secret.

After elite athlete Addie’s horrific free-diving accident—she’s dead for eight and a half minutes—her mother brings Addie along on her honeymoon so Addie won’t be alone as her injured lungs recover. Their destination’s Eulalie Island, a private Caribbean island. Apart from the island’s caretakers (and their two sons), they have the island to themselves. So why does it sound like the birds are calling Addie’s name—and who’s the giggling child she keeps hearing? As more strange things happen—the white flowers turn pink and then darken, vines behave strangely—Addie digs deeper into the history of the island, from its 1700s castaway namesake to a doomed Bostonian family from 1843. (The brutal colonialism of the region is mentioned, but Eulalie explicitly has no history of Indigenous peoples or European settlement.) Addie grows closer to the son of one of the caretakers and is introduced to a deep freshwater sinkhole where she feels no pain and can hold her breath long enough to free dive again. But being favored by the island and its supernatural inhabitants proves dangerous to more than just Addie. The tropical setting is refreshing for its Victorian ghost-story vibe, the characters are likable, and the story’s mystery threads weave together into a delightfully eerie tapestry. Characters default to White.

Readers will dive in so deep they might forget to come up for air. (Horror. 13-18)

Kirkus Reviews

★ "Full of Victorian storytelling elements and tinged with drama and danger, this story will ensnare readers with its lush setting and mysterious air. Lesperance effortlessly builds a beautiful, menacing world into which readers will willing dive headlong." –Booklist, starred review

“Readers will dive in so deep they might forget to come up for air.” –Kirkus Reviews

“This dark, lushly written story is beautiful enough to keep you completely mesmerized...right up until the moment when it pulls you below the surface and leaves you gasping for air.” –Ginny Myers Sain, author of Dark and Shallow Lies

“The Depths is a horror gem that breathes new life into the gothic genre. With a resilient but shaken heroine, a vibrant setting that's both claustrophobic and expansive, and a plot with as many twists and turns as the tangled jungle around them, this enchanting novel holds your hand and guides you into its dark heart with ease. Lesperance's brilliant and terrifying novel is not one I'll soon forget.” –Courtney Gould, author of The Dead and the Dark

“Perfect for fans of The Hazel Wood and Wilder Girls, The Depths weaves an enchanting and unsettling spell that will grip you like the most tenacious vine. Creeping, vibrant and insidious—I loved it!” –Kat Ellis, author of Harrow Lake

“A gorgeous, terrifying story. Eulalie Island is the perfect tropical getaway...just don't be surprised if it never lets you leave.” –Katrina Leno, author of Horrid

"It's hard to think of another book as gorgeously written as The Depths. I was completely mesmerized by the beautifully haunting island and its eerie inhabitants. Utterly enthralling!" –Jesse Q. Sutanto, author of Dial A for Aunties and The Obsession

“Just like the island where it takes place, The Depths will lure you in with its spell-binding combination of beauty and peril. Mesmerized by the lush setting and vertiginous twists, you may never want to leave!” –Margot Harrison, author of We Made It All Up

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