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So, I read Forget Me Not which is the first book in this series. The second book, Remember Me has been released but since I hadn't read the first book I needed to start there.
I really enjoy these types of books. There is action and danger along with a slowly building romance and some good friendships. This book had all the elements that make up a good story. I was pulled in quickly and there I stayed.
Anamae is an interesting character. One of the things I liked about her was her weakness. She is thrown into a world that she knows nothing about. She isn't a fighter and her heart leads her to do some rash things. She has inner strength but she doesn't come across all tough and assertive. I actually really liked that because I see growth and building strenth as Anamae's knowledge and experience expand.
My only complaint about this book is the swearing. I'm just not a fan of swearing. It doesn't in any way enhance this book.
Enjoy the following excerpt as well as all the goodies to follow!
Easing the door closed, I climb out of the attic and head to the bathroom to clean my dust-covered hands. Water rushes from the spout and splashes against the sides as the basin fills. A reflection of me staresback at me from the mirror, my dirty hand clutching my aching chest. Today everything
feels so raw, open, and fresh like it only just happened. She should still be here.
Rubbing my hands clean, I delve into my pocket for the jewelry. Bringing it to my collar, I pin the brooch into my blouse. The hard edges prick my skin. My thumb brushes over the smooth, round sides of the pendant and when I pull it over my head, the chain catches on my hair. After I twist it through the tangle so it finally falls cool against my skin, it nestles in the hollow of my throat. I pick it up between my fingers and with reverent slow strokes, rub my thumb over the shiny yellow center—the pendant Mom never took off.
A shiver shoots up my spine and out through my limbs like an electric current, zapping every cell, e
veryfiber, every part of my being. Walkin g on graves, that’s what Mom would have said. Maybe it’s an omen abouther.
I plant my palms on either side of the full basin and peer into the still water, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. The water reflects only the cream ceiling. That can’t be right. I do a double take.
My chest tightens. I hold my hand up, but I can’t see it—not my arm, not my chewed fingernails, not my leather watch on my wrist. Where am I? Mouth gaping, I look into the mirror again, but I see nothing.
Not even my face.
I dip my finger into the warm, reflection-free water. Circles ripple in ever growing rings, but there’s no image. My gaze flits to the mirror, but I see only the open door. I have no reflection.
My stomach flutters like a thousand butterflies are trying to escape it. I slap my palm onto my chest, and I can still feel me. I must be here. When I slide the pendant over my head, my reflection blinks onto the mirror. Huh? Pulling it back on, my hand brushes the cool metal. The ripple goes through
me again. I look into themirr or, and once more my reflectio n’s gone.
I grab my hairbrush from the drawer and wave it around
in the air, but its image isn’ t cast in the mirroreither. It has to be magic, but that’s only in fairytales. Will’s not goin g to believe this, not in a million years. I pull the pendant over my head and my reflection returns. No way. It can’t be, but it is. I’m almost certain it’smaking me invisible, but how?
I put it on—invisible. Take it off—visible.
It doesn’t make any sense. How can something like this—like those video games Will plays—even exist? It must be a magical artifact or some kind of prank. My shoulders shake with a chuckle while I stare atmyself in the mirror. This is unreal. I bet he’s gone right back to working on his car. He’ll love this. Ha! Now let’s see who found the weirdest treasure. I slide it back on and wipe my damp hands on my jeans. Watch out Will, I’m going to sneak up and scare the life right out of you.
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