The author was my pitch coach at ECRW, and I wasn't expecting to like this book as much as I did. Not because I didn't think she was talented, because that much was clear when she was helping me with my sh*tty pitch. But mainly because I am not really into Fantasy/Paranormal Y/A. I've had my fill. Got a bit sick of it, and...let's face it: Once you've read Stephenie Meyer, Suzanne Collins, and Maggie Steivalter...who else is out there that could compare, right?
Wrong. So wrong.
So the author's name is Heather Davis, and she is cute as a button. Her first book is called Never Cry Werewolf
So anyway...picture this: New girl in town, comes from a bad relationship, trying to heal, meets the perfect boy, they fall in love....he's from 1943. Um, yah. Totally romantic. Totally tragic. Totally eery. I loved it. I love love loved it. I cannot wait for more from Heather. She is really good at capturing a teenager's thought process and dialogue properly, without dumbing it down so much (a'la Aprilynne Pike...though the fact that she has books published and I do not speaks volumes, so props to Ms. Pike.) that an adult can't enjoy it. It was a wonderful, wonderful romantic story. And I was sad to see it end.
Go and buy this book. Then, sit down and read it and get captivated.
Brooke Moss.
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