Wake the Hollow

Wake the Hollow

by Gaby Triana


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Tragedy has brought Micaela Burgos back to her hometown of Sleepy Hollow. It's been six years since she chose to live with her affluent father in Miami instead of her history-obsessed eccentric mother. And now her mother is dead.

But while Sleepy Hollow was made immortal by literature, the town is real. So are its prejudices and hatred, targeting Mica's Cuban family and the secrets of their heritage that her mother obsessed over. But ghostly voices whisper in the wind, questioning whether her mother’s death might not have been an accident after all, and Mica knows there's a reason she's here.

With the help of two very different guys—who pull at her heart in very different ways—Micaela must uncover the hidden secret of Sleepy Hollow…before she meets her mother's fate.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781633753518
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 08/02/2016
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 565,911
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

GABY TRIANA is the award-winning author of six YA novels—Wake the Hollow, Summer of Yesterday, Riding the Universe, The Temptress Four, Cubanita, and Backstage Pass, as well as sixteen ghostwritten novels for best-selling authors. She spends her time obsessing about Halloween, Christmas, Disney World, hosting parties, designing mugs, making whimsical cakes, and winning costume contests. She obsesses over Halloween, Christmas, and Disney World, as well as loves hosting parties, and making bracelets and whimsical cakes. When she’s not writing, she might be watching movies with her boys, posting food pics on social media, or helping run the Florida region of the SCBWI. Gaby lives in Miami with her three sons, Michael, Noah, and Murphy. She has one dog, Chloe, and two cats—Miss Daisy, and the reformed thug, shooting survivor, Bowie.

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Wake the Hollow

By Gaby Triana, Stacy Abrams, Lydia Sharp

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2016 Gaby Triana
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-352-5


"A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere ..."

— Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Follow me, please. The woman's smoky silhouette hovers over me again.

Leave me alone. I cover my eyes, though I can still see her swirling shape through my fingers.

She floats closer, wringing her misty hands. You mustn't ignore me, Micaela. You must come with me.

Stop, I won't go with you! I hate that I can never see her face clearly. Why won't she leave me alone? Wake up!

A long screech rips me from the hazy dream. My eyes fly open, and my hands grip the first thing ahead of me for balance. Seats. Plastic. Brakes hiss to a stop. A drunk old man asleep in a window seat opposite mine stirs. Where am I? The Metro-North train ... that's right. We've pulled into Tarrytown station. 11:28 p.m. I almost slept through my stop.

Hurrying, I stand to gather my bags, try to shake off the haunting image of the faceless woman. But her voice rings through my brain fog one last time ... need to face the inevitable ...

She got that right.

As difficult as this is for me, I have to do it. For my mom. And my sanity.

The train doors slide open, and I stumble through them onto the platform. The sweet smell of the river mingled with cold, fresh air hits me. I'm transported six years back, waiting for my southbound train to the city, for my plane out of this forsaken place to go live with Dad in Miami. Don't think about it, I remind myself. Just do what you came to do, then get back home.

The valley hasn't changed much. The station is still the same old cabin from when I was twelve. Boxy, old houses still sit across the street, and behind me, power lines still ruin the view of the Hudson's palisades.

Lumbering into the station with all my stuff, I see the building is empty except for a woman using the ticket machine, in a hurry so she won't miss the train. Her little girl has a teddy bear in the crook of one arm and a jacket in the other, all while trying to play a video game on her handheld. "Let's go, baby." The mother tugs her child by the elbow clutching the teddy bear. The bear drops to the ground without the girl noticing, and the two move on.

I reach down to grab it, my bags slipping off my shoulders and hitting the ground. "Ma'am." I run over and hand the mother the little girl's bear.

"Oh, thank you so much! She would've freaked." The mom smiles at me.

The little girl takes her bear, gives me a shy glance with big brown eyes, and together, they hurry across the platform, jumping onto the train just in time.

The doors slide closed. The train slips into the night.

She almost left her bear.

The very memory I told myself to avoid at all costs comes barreling in — my last day here six years ago. The station's honey wood paneling, the lines on my mother's face, how she looked so worn. She'd held a tissue to her stiff lips.

Then the worst part — I'd pushed Sofia, the doll she'd made me when I was little, into her hands. "Take care of her for me," I'd said, though I knew she wouldn't. Just like she hadn't taken care of me.

Her gaze had gripped me, hazel eyes welling up, burning through pain. "Selfish, like your father," she'd said. "Go. You two deserve each other." Then she'd turned and left.

I remember standing there shaking, not knowing what to do, what to think, whether I was making a mistake by leaving. But I needed to go. I needed a parent. Sorrow crushing me, I stepped onto the train, and when I reached my father's arms three thousand miles later, I cried for days.

Yet, despite it all, I'm here. Because she asked me to come. Because I want to make things right with her.

Because I need closure before I can move on with my life.

I wipe my eyes with my sleeve and head outside to find Abraham Derant, my best friend from Sleepy Hollow Past. He'll probably be the only person happy to see me back. We reconnected online recently, where I had the chance to browse through his selfies and discover that everyone now calls him "Bram," which makes me laugh, because he always hated his name. But it suits him, too. He's changed a lot since we were twelve — now he's big and brawny and athletic — a fact that knots my stomach. I can't start anything romantic with him, though. One, he'll always be just Abraham — the boy who grew up with me at Sunnyside, the historic home in town where both our moms worked. He did always try too hard, joke too much ... plus he didn't bathe every day. So, yeah.

And two, I won't be staying long anyway.

Get in, get out, go home.

All around me, trees rustle in the feisty October breeze. I close my eyes and take in the sounds, breathing deeply. When I reopen them, I spot headlights coming down the hill, then a car turns out of my view and heads into the adjacent parking lot. Nerves flutter in my stomach. In a minute, Abraham — Bram — will be live in front of me again after all these years.

Around the corner of the station, a car door slams shut, and heavy boots step onto the wooden walkway leading to the building. I get my friendliest smile ready. "Hey, you."

The sound stops. No one appears. But I heard someone. I know I did. "Hello?"

With my bags, I trudge to the other side of the station where the parking lot is. There's an old blue Eclipse, ticking as its engine cools off in the chilly night, but no Bram. Maybe I should've asked what car he'd be driving. I call him, but it goes straight to voicemail — Greetings, I'm being held captive by an army of Amazons. Don't try to find me. Beep ...

"Hey. I'm at the station. Call me." I hang up, about to text him, when another text comes in from Nina, my dad's assistant, telling me the townhouse key won't be available until tomorrow, so I should check into a Days Inn instead.

"Ugh." Hell no. I'll ask Bram if I can stay with him before I stay in some cheap motel by myself.

I'm a few letters into my reply when I hear it — "Lela." A whisper.

Nobody calls me that anymore. Only Mami — my mom. Sometimes Bram did, a long time ago. To everyone else, I've always been Micaela or Mica. The chill in the air deepens. I pocket my phone and hug my bags tightly to fight off the cold. Suddenly, I hear something even weirder than the whisper — the clop of a horse's hoof.

But why would ... I smirk. Sleepy Hollow, boots, horseman. Okay, I get it.

"Cut it out, I know it's you," I tell the emptiness. It's a small town. In small towns, people make up their own entertainment. And Bram Derant has always been king of entertainment around here. "Where are you?"

I head to the shadowy recesses behind the station, bracing for his surprise attack, but I don't see him. Then, in on the breeze comes mumbling near my ear. I can't understand what it's saying. I swallow softly. The voices are back, torturing me again. Jesus, I've been here less than five minutes, and already, this town is haunting me.

"Bram?" I call out, even though I know it wasn't him.

Nothing. Just wind, crickets, and tinkling chimes from somewhere nearby.

"Fine, I'm leaving, then." I spin and hurry across the road toward Route 9. I still know my way around and will walk to Bram's apartment if I have to, I don't care. I think I hear soft footsteps behind me, but when I glance over my shoulder at the army of shadows I'm leaving behind, there's no one.

Faster up the hill, away from the riverbank, I walk in the middle of the street. Visibility is higher here, away from stalkers in bushes and other hiding places. Wow. I'm really thinking like the city girl I've become. No one ever gets attacked in Sleepy Hollow in real life.

The smell of lavender, my mother's favorite, fills my senses. I stop in my tracks. Mami? My ears strain to hear. On the street, a crumpled gum wrapper rocks in the wind. Moths dance beneath the dim street lamp, and assorted pumpkins sit on front porches like families gathered in the dark, telling ghost stories.

"Come out already!" I cry aloud.

In the distance, a dog howls a sad reply.

Then, from a side street, a low voice emerges. "Micaela Burgos, as bossy as ever."

Even in the dark, I make out his wide smile, as mischievous as the day he sat in the corner of Ms. Sanstet's Pre-K class for putting sand in my shoes. His hair has darkened since I last saw him, short on the sides, long on top. "God, you scared me." My hand presses against my chest. Because he startled me, or because I'm seeing him again after six years? Not sure.

"Sorry. But finally, you're here!" He pumps his fist in the air and emerges from the shadows into the cone of light cast from a nearby lamppost. I'm hit with the full picture I can't quite get from his pics online. Wearing jeans and a black sweater, keys in hand, Bram makes his way down the street. He's super gorgeous with wide shoulders, over six feet tall, and sigh, this will be tough.

"Thank you, thank you. My flight got in late, then I had to wait to take the next train, and ..."

His dark brown eyes soak me in underneath heavy brows. He shakes his head.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask.

"Nothing, you just ..." He blinks a few times. That rascal smile.

I cock my head. "I just what?"

"You don't look twelve anymore." He laughs, letting out a low whistle. "Holy shit, Mica. You are one fine woman."

I grin in spite of myself. Apparently, someone learned to flirt while I was away. "Uh, thanks."

"You're so welcome. And what's this?" He gestures to my clothes and purse. His eyes land on the tag hanging from it. "MK? Code for Micaela?"

"Wow, really?" I shake my head. "Michael Kors?"

"Forgive me, Miss Burgos. I keep forgetting you're a Miami girl now." He glances down at his clothes. "And me in my Gap jeans and ten-dollar sweater."

"Stop, you look fine." Way more than fine. Hot. Pick-me-up-and-carry-me-straight-into-hell hot. But no. God, no. I can't tell him that. I shouldn't even think that. He's good ol' Abraham from back in the day, nothing more, nothing less. "You look ... uh ... great!" I say instead. "Just like your thousands of selfies."

"Oh? I post too many, do I?" He clucks his tongue and makes silly duck lips. "As if you don't post pics every day from your gleaming white mansion."

Is that all I'm going to be while I'm here? The holes-in-her-Payless- shoes-turned-rich-girl? "Not a mansion. Just a house."

"It's nicer than where I live." He raises an eyebrow, the funny-faced kid I remember poking through.

Ugh, I should've left the bag at home. Then again, it feels strangely satisfying being able to show that we've come such a long way. "Anyway ..." I try not to feel his resentful jab. "Come help me with these bags already."

His eyes chastise me.


"Hmm, I was waiting for the magic word." Bram grabs my bags out of my tired hands, but instead of carrying them off to his car, he places them at his feet. Suddenly, his arms are enveloping me, my cheek against his broad chest. Bone-crushing, heartbeat-skipping, a nice ... really nice hug. And hey, how about that? He bathes now.

God, he smells good. Like the woods by my old house after an autumn storm.

Still, it takes me a moment to melt into him. I've pushed this corner of the world out of my mind for so long, tried forgetting the pain, that I almost can't give in. But some things are worth remembering. I allow my arms to wrap around him and lean into his solid body.

"There you go," he whispers. Do not cry, I tell myself. Do not. "Sorry, Mica."

"No, don't. I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." His clean scent is laced with underlying familiarity. Another memory — us at Kingsland Point Park, by the lighthouse, the day I left. He'd told me he loved me, a pretty bold move for a twelve-year-old. It shocked me at the time. I'd pushed him away gently, not ready to feel that way, but now ...

I pull back, reeling, pressing my sleeve against my eyes. "Were you the one sneaking around back there, scaring the crap out of me?"

"Me? I sneak not." He lifts my bags again and hoists them onto his new muscle-man shoulders.

"Over there?" I point toward the station. "You weren't going, Lellaaaa?"

"Nope, I just got here. They close the pickup/drop-off area after eleven, so I parked over there." He points down a street. "Voices still torturing you, Mica?"

He always loved teasing me about my peculiar "talent." I guess he still doesn't believe I can hear them, whoever they belong to. "You're in a blue Eclipse?"

"Black Accord. Mom's old car. Everything okay?"

Black Accord? But then ... who was walking around? I could've sworn ... I rub my eyes and suck in a deep breath. After the sleepless nights I've had over the last month, it's not hard to believe I might've imagined it all. "Fine. I'm just exhausted. Hey, is it okay if I stay with you tonight? Change of plans. My townhouse key isn't ready for pickup."

"Of course, Princess, you know you can. You'll get to see our amazing palace. Let's get thee off to bed! Your chariot awaits." He struts off toward his car.

Princess. I say nothing about his new nickname for me, but he knows he's hit a nerve.

He cocks an eyebrow back at me. "It was just a joke, Mica. I know you can take the girl out of Sleepy Hollow but not Sleepy Hollow out of the girl. Face it. This town is, and always will be, your home." He pops the trunk and tosses my heavy bags inside like they're filled with nothing but feathers. Then he rounds the car to open the passenger door for me. Before I have the chance to sit down, he kisses my cheek. "So welcome home."

I give him a half smile then stare out at the quiet, sleeping town. Home. I don't have the heart to tell him I stopped thinking of this place as home a long time ago. But if anyone can make me think of Sleepy Hollow that way again, it'd be Bram.

Especially now that Mami is dead.


"If ever I should ... steal from the world and its distractions, and dream quietly away the remnant of a troubled life, I know of none more promising than this little valley."

The ceiling in Bram and Jonathan's bedroom features a yellow, cracked water stain, and the industrial carpet throughout the one-bedroom apartment smells like pot. The window is slightly open to let in fresh air, but instead, all I get are the resounding refrains of a couple arguing a few windows away. Jonathan, who had the good sense to move to a friend's house when Bram texted him that I was coming, keeps his half of the room looking like a war zone. Bram never told me what he and his parents fought over to make him move in with Jonathan, but it had to be pretty bad for him to live in this dump.

The yelling couple reaches a new crescendo. There's no way I can sleep.

When I called Bram last month to tell him I was coming back to the Hollow for what could be a week, a month, or more, I threw him for a loop. "Why?" he kept wanting to know, which did nothing for my confidence. I think he was still hurt that I'd turned him down when we were kids and was hoping he wouldn't have to see "the face of rejection" again.

But the more we messaged and exchanged pics, the more comfortable he seemed to be with the idea. "So you finally missed us country bumpkins, huh?" he said one time.

Not really. Him, maybe. And my mom, of course, but that's it.

I'm only here to do good by my mother. I need to understand what happened to her, why she sent me that final note, why she didn't join Dad and me in Miami, why she let other things take precedence over her family. And maybe guilt, too, brought me back. I felt, and still feel, terrible for having left her alone. I can't even tell her anymore. Too late for "I'm sorry."

Since her death six weeks ago, I've tortured myself a million times with the question — why did I leave? And so far, this is all I've come up with:

Her research. Tons of it. Late into the night. Also, I needed a mother. Instead, I lived with an obsessed historian. Finally, everyone hated us. Hated my dad for hitting it big in the South American market and getting the hell out of Sleepy Hollow. They hated my mom for her crazy conspiracy claims, weird handmade dolls, you name it. And they hated me, because ... well, hate by association. After Dad left, she asked which parent I wanted to live with. My father — responsible, dependable, financially stable — won, hands down.


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Wake the Hollow 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Sophie-BookWish More than 1 year ago
“But that’s not how my life is turning out, and now I’m smack in the middle of a colossal mess.” As I finish the last few pages of Wake the Hollow, I’m upset. Not because the ending was sad, but because I did not want it to be over. Summary: Wake the Hollow follows a girl named Micaela Burgos, who returns to her childhood hometown of Sleepy Hollow after the death of her mother. But as she returns and is reunited with her old friends, Michaela discovers some shocking secrets about her history–and her mother’s death. Was it really an accident as the police claim, or was it a murder? With the help of an old friend and a new one, Micaela will discover the truth about her mother’s death and the town where secrets don’t always stay buried. Positives: This book will hook you in with it’s exciting setting and plot. I’ve never read a book set in Sleepy Hollow, but the idea has always interested me. Gaby Triana does an excellent job of combining elements The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving and how the famous work has impacted the town. I’m a huge fan of YA thrillers, and if you are too then this book is perfect for you. One of my favorite things in books are when you don’t expect the ending, and I did not expect the ending of Wake the Hollow. Around page 200, I couldn’t put it down. I didn’t know who to trust, and just when I thought someone was suspicious I was proven otherwise. Negatives: There’s not much I can say for this section! I found the beginning to be slow, and it did take me a little while to get into the book. But once I did, I never wanted to leave Sleep Hollow. Conclusion: Fans of murder mysteries need this book in their hands, now! Wake the Hollow was such an unexpected, thrilling ride. {Disclaimer: I recieved a free copy of the book from Entangled Teen. This is no way affected my opinion of the book.}
The-Broke-Book-Bank More than 1 year ago
Confession time, here’s what I got: I’ve never read The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. My experiences have all been with adaptations with Tim Burton’s 1999 film Sleepy Hollow the first to come to mind and pop culture references. Which I love. Hence, jumping at the chance to be a part of this tour. Now, I’m stuck. I enjoyed it. It succeeds at building an eerie, creepy atmosphere. I loved Mica, except the romance, which was the main letdown. The plot is my absolute favorite part. But I can’t discuss it without spoilers. >:( So now what? While The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is fundamental, it’s more about Irving’s past as the town’s idol and Mica’s present issues of nightmares and voices. Since I knew nothing about Irving, it was pretty interesting to find out about him and the surrounding speculations. Enough so, I actually looked him up online after the fact. However, if you’re looking for a retelling like Tim Burton’s, you’ll need to keep looking. It doesn’t rehash the tale and try to make it new. It rolls with it to the contemporary times. Don’t get me wrong, The Legend of the Sleepy Hollow is important but it’s famous ghosts don’t get much screen time. Its prominence and author are the lifeblood of Wake the Hollow. The atmosphere is right, there’s violence and death, a love triangle, a dashing horse rides, and fortunes to be made or lost, but it’s fundamentally different. Tourists come for the Headless Horseman, but the main attraction in Wake the Hollow is the townspeople. Paranormal or Magical Realism? http://thebrokebookbank.blogspot.com/... Even if it’s not exactly magical realism, I think fans of the genre will enjoy Wake the Hollow nonetheless. It’s more than another retelling of a ghost terrorizing white people or two dudes fighting for a woman’s hand or town fortunes. Of course, it has all of the above intertwined but it’s Mica, a Cuban-descended American, coming home because of her mother’s death. Saying more might bolster my argument, but it’d ruin the story. Instead, I’d love it for you to read it and tell me what you think. Or I can spoil it privately on request if you’d like to know now. Romance: I’m going to sound silly right now and complain of a love triangle in a Sleepy Hollow retelling but yeah, I wasn’t a fan. Not because it was there, but I don’t think it played out well. Mica is dealing with her childhood friend turned hunky knight and the new professor, who I kept imaging as a Hispanic David Tenement repeating the theme struggling between your roots and your future. I was on board for quite a while with this actually, having clearly picked a favorite. Then things started happening and Mica made some decisions and things were discovered and… Like the plot, it didn’t come off smoothly. There weren’t enough clues planted beforehand to support it. Instead, it came out of the blue. “WHAT? But what sense does that make?” I think about it now and I can see it but it abruptly pulled me out of the story while reading. I wish this had a better foundation so it didn’t feel like a slap in the face and the ending such a disappointment with underdeveloped relationships leading the way. And that’s the only damn thing that brought the book down for me. What a pity. 4 stars: For everything but the romance drama and chunky character twists. But ya’ll know my picky, iffy opinions on romances so take that as you will.
TheThoughtSpot More than 1 year ago
Thanks to Entangled Publishing and NetGalley for the arc of Wake the Hollow by Gaby Triana! I absolutely love this book from beginning to end. Micaela goes back to Sleepy Hollow after her mother has passed away. She left her mother to live with her more stable father several years earlier. Her friend Bram picks her up from the train station and she stays with him in his apartment. She has night terrors often and hears voices and she is unsure who she can trust. The tone of the story is a bit ominous, which makes it difficult to put down. I enjoy the lines from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving at the beginning of the chapters. The mystery of Washington Irving's descendants grows and so does the danger to Micaela. The suspense lasts throughout the book and the supernatural touch brings the right amount of thrill to the story. Wonderful spookiness!
UndertheBookCover More than 1 year ago
Review also posted at: http://underthebookcover.blogspot.com/2016/08/book-review-wake-hollow-by-gaby-triana.html 4.5/5 Thank you to Entangled Teen for sending me a copy of this book in exchange for review! When Mica's mother dies, she has to return to the town of Sleepy Hollow that she left six years ago in order to piece together the last note she received from her mom. "Lela, please come home. It's urgent." When she arrives, she remembers exactly why she left in the first place, as the small town syndrome rears its ugly head almost instantly. Rumors and old hatred for Mica's mother fall on to her shoulders, as she tries to figure out what her mom wanted and if her death was really an accident. Wake the Hollow was such an exciting book to read. I'm a huge fan of all things horror/paranormal, so to be able to read a book that was set in Sleepy Hollow was pretty perfect. The atmosphere of this book was enough to give me chills! Gaby Triana really took this book to the next level with the amount of details woven in to the story. The beautifully creepy pages that started each chapter, as well as the quotes from the original short story really added to the feeling that this book was set in Sleepy Hollow. I felt like I could hear the horseman creeping up behind me and it was amazing! I had mixed feelings about pretty much all of the characters throughout the book. It was impossible to know who to trust, and who had ulterior motives! At first, I really didn't like Mica. She was really standoffish at the beginning, after first returning to Sleepy Hollow. I suppose I could understand why, with the rumors about her mother going around and her having to now deal with the issues that have been left behind. But thankfully, as the book went on, she kind of fell out of that negative mindset, and I ended up really liking her. Bram, I didn't really trust at all from the very beginning. Even though he was Mica's best friend from childhood, his behavior was just very obsessive and aggressive throughout the whole book, and it was very suspicious. I think I can just throw a blanket of suspicion over everyone from Bram, to Dane, and even Mica's father! While I got the feeling that there was something of a love triangle between Mica, Bram, and Dane, the book never really went to that point. One thing I dislike in books is love triangles, and Wake the Hollow surprised me by not throwing one in my face. There was a bit of romance between Mica and Bram, but maybe only a small bit of hinted romance between Mica and Dane. So it wasn't what I expected at all, and I really just want to hug the author for the way that she went about writing this love-triangle-that's-not-a-love-triangle thing. Mica did end up going with who I was hoping she would go for, so that was another huge plus! I touched on the atmosphere of the book, but not the writing. Gaby Triana had me hooked from the very first chapter. Right as Mica arrived in Sleepy Hollow, there were voices and super creepy things happening and I was already flying through the pages wanting to know what would happen next! The writing was so descriptive, and really brought me into Mica's world. I don't know hardly anything about Washington Irving or Mary Shelley, but I could honestly believe that the two of them had a fling and wrote a book together because of how well-written this book was. Check out the full review at the link above!
LindaRomer More than 1 year ago
Wake the Hollow by Gaby Triana This book was fantastic! Every pulse pounding word is filled with mystery and intrigue. Micaela Burgos grew up in Sleepy Hollow but left with her dad to Miami when her parents split up. After six years away she received a message from her mom asking her to come back. Before she made it back she received news that her mom was dead. So Micaela returns to Sleepy Hollow. Micaela hears voices and sees things, "Ghosts". This story captivates your full attention as Micaela uncovers clues to her mother's death. The characters are fascinating. I loved Micaela and "Dane Boracich". What a twist! This tale of Sleepy Hollow, Washington Irving and The Headless Horseman is one you won't forget. With an unbelievable and heart pounding finish that will leave you astounded. I give Wake the Hollow by Gaby Triana 5 stars for it's mystery and intrigue. I would recommend this book to everyone. I received this book free for an honest review.
Lisa_Loves_Literature More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book that was kind of a new take on the whole Headless Horseman and Sleepy Hollow story by Washington Irving. Also a look at the author, Irving, and his history. This is the kind of story that grabs me and makes me want to look more into the actual history and any of the theories that were put forth. The main character is Mica Burgos. She spent the first 12 years of her life living in Sleepy Hollow with her parents. Her mother was kind of known as the crazy lady in the town, always researching crazy theories about Washington Irving, the author that the town claims as their most important figure. They even have two families that are said to be descended from branches of his family, and they are the ones that made Mica's life miserable. When her father had the chance to move his family to Miami after becoming very successful, Mica's mother chose to stay, and Mica left and didn't ever really contact her mother again. Until one day she receives a cryptic note from her mother, and shortly after, her mother is found dead. Unable to get back until weeks after the funeral, Mica comes back to a mystery. Her father is out of the country on business, and he gets a condo/townhome set up for Mica and her nanny/family assistant to live there while she goes back to settle her mom's affairs. She is met by her best friend from back then, a boy named Bram. Bram was the only person who seemed to give her a chance, even going against his own family, one of the two descended families, to be her friend and support her. But he seems to have feelings that are more than just friendly, and Mica knows that she will leave Sleepy Hollow again as soon as she figures out just what the mess her mother left for her is. So many things are happening. First, Mica has always seen ghosts or heard voices, something her mother used to do. And when she gets to town, she immediately begins to feel like she is being followed. There are hints that maybe her mother's death wasn't a natural heart attack as she was told. A famous journal of Washington Irving was stolen, and everyone seems to blame Mica's mother for it. But Mica doesn't find the journal, although she does start finding pages that could belong to it. As well as finding a family tree/ancestry chart, that shows a possible link from Mica's family to the whole big deal in the town. It all relates to a theory that the new student teacher in town, Dane Boracich brings up in his first lesson in class. And there is something else strange about this new teacher, he seems to be following Mica. And things just get spookier from there. At one point, Mica thinks that she may actually see the headless horseman, although it seems he is after someone who is threatening her. There seem to be all different people around town who have some kind of reason or possibility of being the way that her mother possibly died. Then there are the journal pages that Mica's mom has left all over for her. No matter how many times she tries to call, Mica can't seem to get her father on the phone, and things get even weirder when her father's assistant leaves her all alone. She goes to stay with her mom's friend and their old neighbor. Trying to get into her old house is difficult when the realtor with the key won't call her back. The police won't answer any of her questions either. Mica will have to decide who to trust. Her old friend Bram, although he comes from a family that could be at fa
VoluptuousBDiva More than 1 year ago
OMG!!! This retelling of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow surpassed all my wildest expectations and then some. The cover is stunning and the author's creative take on this ghostly read is simply outstanding. I was on the edge of my seat throughout this read that captivated me from beginning to end. This is an ominous read that will delight and scare you. {I received an eARC via NetGalley from Entangled Teen. I made no guarantee of a favorable review and the opinions expressed here are unbiased and my own.}