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Whispering Hills by Taryn Browning
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First, a little something about the book, our thoughts and an excerpt...
For as long as she can remember, 17-year-old Alexis Forbes can hear the thoughts of others. Most recently, she is disturbed by the dark, unfamiliar voice of a frightening killer: callous, cunning, charismatic…and dead.
She hears his every sinister thought. But she can’t tell anyone. No one would believe her. Alexis is suddenly being haunted by a terrifying past she doesn’t remember, and a ghost with a serious score to settle. Even Chance, the gorgeous new guy she’s falling for, has his own ghostly secret. He’s definitely not like any guy she’s ever met. Alexis soon discovers she has a connection to the dead and it runs much deeper than she could ever imagine. And if the sociopathic entity has his way, she’ll finally be sentenced to the fate she escaped thirteen years ago.
Oh Chance… who is so charming, witty and romantic. Readers are bound to fall in love with him, I know that I did. Not only does Chance manage to end up in a relationship with the main character Alexis in record time after knowing her for only a period of days (pretty speedy there tough guy), but there are chapters in his POV (point of view) and they are told in the third person.Personally, I found these third person chapters more enjoyable than the story itself sometimes. Mainly because they held so much mystery, not only did author Taryn Browning manage to put in so many details that hinted at Chance not having normal teenage experiences (ex: his first high school dance, but he’s seventeen…) and at him not being normal in general. Kind of fishy, but it’s definitely worth it.
Alexis’s psychic ability played a major role in the novel, and it was one of those abilities that I wouldn’t mind having; Mind reading. The way that Browning wrote about the thoughts that Alexis could hear and the impact that they had on her physically had me thinking of an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where Buff could hear everybody’s thoughts and one of the thoughts being a killers. Maybe you’ve seen it, maybe you haven’t—my point is that the novel is exactly like that. Alexis would be hearing somebody’s decisions and then BANG! You hear the killer. Not only did it have my creep levels off the charts, but at one point we end up learning one thing and that is the killer’s name: Gabriel the ghost… erm…yeah you heard me right: Ghost.
As the novel progressed, it began to move at an insanely quick pace. Not only was it twist after twist and dramatic chapter conclusion after dramatic chapter conclusion, but there is actually a whole lot more than simple ghost whispering going on. There’s witchcraft and pyrokenisis and dark secrets that are about to become discovered when really they should be left alone. All in all, a heart pounding read that I won’t soon forget. Not to mention that it finishes on a note where a sequel must be created and I know who will eagerly counting the days until it lands in my hands. *points at self*.
I would recommend this to somebody who wants to read a paranormal novel or even fans of the Shade series. Ghost and romance lovers everywhere are bound to love Whispering Hills.
‘I’m going to kill her.’
Dread shot through my veins. I lost my balance. My back slammed into my locker. The cool metal stung my bare shoulders and the grated slats dug into the exposed skin above my fitted tank. I gasped, dropping my notebook onto the waxy linoleum floor. The plastic binding bounced and settled to the ground with a hollow slap!.
My heartbeat thudded in my ears. Clutching my sweater, I squeezed the soft thin cotton until my nails punctured my palm.
Someone rushed by, snapping my focus up. His heavy footfalls pounded my chest with fast hard blows. The boy slung his backpack over one shoulder and skidded past a teacher through an open classroom door. A girl laughed. Still frozen in place, my eyes shifted. She giggled once more and slid out of her boyfriend’s embrace.
I stood, paralyzed, pressed firmly against my locker. That unfamiliar voice, those words, the thought— I’m going to kill her’—held me captive.
Life at Whispering Hills High went on around me.
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