Unforsaken (Hailey Tarbell Series #2)

Unforsaken (Hailey Tarbell Series #2)

by Sophie Littlefield


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

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780385738552
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 10/09/2012
Series: Hailey Tarbell Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range: 12 Years

About the Author

SOPHIE LITTLEFIELD is the Edgar-nominated author of several thrillers for adults. She lives with her family in Northern California.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that we were as good as dead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Umm . . . sure. I’ll ask them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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Unforsaken 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
When readers first met up with Hailey Tarbell, they fell across a young teenage girl who possessed a gift that'd been handed down from generation to generation - the gift of 'healing.' Hailey has the ability, when someone is dying, to be able to bring them back before they pass on to another world. There is, however, a difficulty that comes with having this gift - it is almost impossible for a Healer not to cure; it is a battle for them not to reach out and save someone in need. BUT, when you save someone too late, they become - for lack of a better phrase - the living dead. In Banished, Hailey went up against some serious bad guys, but it the end she, her Aunt Prairie, and Chub (the little boy who looks at Hailey as his sister) were able to escape Gypsum, Missouri to start a brand new life in Milwaukee. The one thing Hailey can't forget is the boy she loves. Kaz has her heart, and even though she is supposed to break all ties with the past so that the bad guys chasing her and her new family don't find out or track where they've gone.she can't. Her life is now filled with two friends who are more than a bit hoity-toity and not Hailey's 'kind of people' at all, and in her very near future, Hailey is beginning her first school year at Grosbeck Academy - a private school that supposedly will introduce her to a better class of people, and give her the ability to hide in even deeper cover. Aunt Prairie is desperate for Hailey to be able to have a good life from here on out, and not ever be found by the evil that she knows is lurking out there, trying desperately to capture and cage them all once again. On the evil end of the spectrum lies Rattler Sikes - a full-blooded member of the Banished clan who is completely sick and tired of having half-breeds made and the bloodline thinned out by Banished ones marrying people outside of their 'order.' He is Hailey's father, and he now wants to find Prairie and begin a little clan of even more purebred Banished ones. But he's not the only monster who wants these Healers found. One day, as Hailey sneaks another phone call to her beloved Kaz, the 'code words' are spoken and Hailey doesn't hang up quickly enough. Terror is once again upon the Tarbell family. Chub and Aunt Prairie are captured by the "General" who needs Prairie's services to help him build a truly unbeatable army that he wishes to sell to the highest bidder. Hailey escapes with Kaz, as they try to find a way to stop the zombies from rising, while at the same time saving Prairie and Chub from a fate worse than death. Unforsaken offers a great deal more action than its predecessor, and the storyline moves along extremely quickly, offering more than a few surprises along the way (especially at the end) that will have readers very thankful that a second book was written. Quill Says: Although the whole 'creatures that go bump in the night' premise has been a little overdone, this is still a fun read for the YA crowd.
pollywannabook on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Review courtesy of All Things Urban FantasyUNFORSAKEN is the follow-up to BANISHED and the final book in the Banished series. That¿s both good news and bad news. It¿s good because unlike in BANISHED, we aren¿t left with a cruel cliffhanger at the end of UNFORSAKEN. The bad news is that I would have gladly taken a cliffhanger if it meant I could look forward to another beautifully written, emotionally evocative, action and romance packed book in this series. UNFORSAKEN picks up shortly after the BANISHED cliffhanger. While 80% of this story is told by Hailey, there are multiple POVs introduced in UNFORSAKEN. My favorite, hands down, was Hailey¿s four year old foster brother Chub. His chapters reminded me a lot of THE CURIOUS CASE OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHTIME by Mark Haddon. Chub is developmentally delayed and speaks only a few words, plus he is a Seer, so his internal thoughts were beyond fascinating. Sophie used his chapters beautifully to advance the story while providing insight into Chub¿s world. I did miss some of the more quiet and pitiful moments of Hailey¿s life that were brought to life in such vivid and heartbreaking detail in BANISHED, but the tradeoff of learning more about her Healing ability and the other Banished was a fair compensation. Also the introduction of a romance that somehow wasn¿t forced into a story this harrowing was a welcome addition.Overall, UNFORSAKEN concludes a powerful series involving Irish folklore and zombies, a sweet romance, and a multi generational storyline full of breathless action and truly abhorrent villains. Sophie Littlefield continues to astound me with her poignant writing, deft blending of supernatural details, and unflinching characterizations. I am officially a fan for life.Sexual Content:Kissing. References to rape
BookAddictDiary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Unforsaken is the companion novel to Banished, which I read earlier this year and unexpectedly enjoyed. Banished was a short, but fast-paced adventure that offered readers a great chase and a thriller that kept me flipping pages and never ceased its excitement. Unforsaken picked up the story at the end of Banished and kept the pace -and the thrills, up until the very end.After learning that she is one of the Banished, Hailey found herself on the fun, trying to hide her ability to heal people -and to create zombies. But just when things start to settle down for Hailey -or at least seem to. As she works to control her powers and build a new life with her aunt Prairie, Hailey makes the mistake of contacting her secret boyfriend Kaz, and unknowingly alerts the man hunting her about her whereabouts and she's plunged into another thrilling chase to save herself and her aunt from the man who would use her talents for evil.Basically, Unforsaken is more of Banished, thrills, fast-paced chases and edge-of-your-seat action that keep readers flipping pages from beginning to end. Littlefield also does an excellent job of creating well-developed and strong characters in a fairly short period of time. Probably the only drawback is that this felt like just more of the same as the first book without much that's new or different, but if you enjoyed the first book, you'll enjoy this one.
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