Publisher: Wicked Whale
Publishing Date: July 2015
Publisher Description: Eila Walker knows luck is not a friend, so she is downright shocked to inherit a million-dollar Cape Cod home. And yeah, her new town isn’t perfect: the cheerleaders are heinous clones, the local undertow can kill ya, and her Great Grams was supposedly fried by lightning in the harbor square. Still, Eila is hopeful her luckless days are in the past . . . until history decides to repeat itself.
Review: This is my second foray into this authors world of make believe and continues to disappoint. The clichés are too numerous to detail. Here’s a few: hunky/sparkle over protective immortal/reluctant hero mired in his conflicted emotions, The “oh so Speshul” main character in a constant state of denial even when the facts are evident, The spit and vinegar BFF mechanic gurl friend and the usual assortment of evil- skinny- mean- hot cheerleaders and dumb drunk perving jocks. Not to forget the wise and knowing gypsy herbalist that everyone turns to for succor. The dialogue is rather stilted and filled with pages and pages of “Your’e Speshul”. “No, you’re mostest speshully-er”. The insta-love is at once cloying and nauseating. Blah.
This author must have shlupped around in high school, burying all her angst and fears. What she purports seems to come from a jaundiced eye. The authors perceived YA social structure just doesn’t work and should reflect the current times. Can’t we render YA fiction/fantasy in a way that empowers the MC and delivers a strong supporting cast of unique individuals? Why make it obvious from the outset that Eila is super speshul and cast her in a supportive role to someone else.
Read this while waiting for any kind of test result.