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336 pages, ebook
First published October 14, 2014
“A boy.”If you love completely passive main characters with no interest other than a boy, this is the book for you. If you think Luce from the Fallen series and Bella from Twilight were such fantastically inspiring heroines, this book is for you. The main female character in this book makes Bella Swan seem like an sword-wielding, ass-kicking ninja girl. She sits. She walks. She ponders the meaning of life (but not really, she just thinks about her luuuuurve). And that's pretty much it. She has no motivation, no desire to get anything done but to be with the boy of her dreams.
The woman laughs and closes her eyes, but it isn’t a happy laugh. It’s an of-course-a-boy-knows laugh. A why-did-I-even-bother-asking laugh.

He waves a hand, blindly indicating the area around her head. “Your hair is blond, and Jay says it’s brown. And your eyes? Oh God. What is going on?”What's going on, indeed! You know how in all those YA books, we readers complain about the heroine's different, special, unusual eyes that are purple, green, gold, amber, etc? Well, wait til you meet Lucy. I still have no idea what color her eyes are. Are they gray or brown?
“Different? Aren’t they, like, brown or something?”Wait, no. They're green-brown.
Colin mumbles, “Maybe gray.”
Her eyes are murky green-brown.Wait, no. They're violet, flecked with red. Wait, what the heck?!
Her eyes are this rich, grinding violet, flecked with metallic redWait, no, crap! They're blue!
Her eyes changed colors as he watched, from deep gray to an aching, honest blue.DAMMIT. NEVER MIND. Her eyes are yellow.
Her eyes morph from dark to pale yellow in the light of the bright, full moon.NEVER MIND. They're greenish silver.
He watches her eyes shift from green to silver in the light.I take that back. They're auburn? What?! Auburn?! Isn't that a hair color?!
Her eyes open, and hunger and joy swirl green and auburn insideGosh darn it, I'm wrong again. Her eyes are indigo.
Her eyes are a provocative, sympathetic indigo.ASKHFJDH DAMMIT. I made a mistake. They're brown again.
Her eyes have gone metallic brown, swirling.Ok, I got it this time. Her eyes are burgundy.
Her eyes darken, mocha swirling into burgundy....You know what? I give up. I just give up.

Wild, dark curls fall into his eyes, and he flips them away with an unconscious shake of his head. In that moment, her silent heart twists beneath the empty walls of her chest. And she realizes, in the absence of hunger or thirst, discomfort or cold, this is the first physical sensation she’s had since waking under a sky full of falling leaves.Lucy whispers something to him, not knowing why.
“I think I’m here for you.”Then disappears. Because that's completely natural.
She looks like a shadow of a girl. A shadow wearing a cap of sunshine.
For some reason, nobody finds it strange that a strange new girl is, you know, attending class with them at school.She’s spent hours since she woke trying to understand what she is. If she’s back where she was killed, then is she a ghost?So she was murdered, but she's still not sure if she's a ghost!
Colin hasn’t seen her in a week, and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what she said just before she ran out the door.So quickly, astonishingly fast, they fall in love. They can barely touch, because electricity burns through them with every caress.
He wants Lucy to be his girlfriend in every way that matters, including the ways that mean he can touch her. The urge to kiss her is becoming suffocating.She dreams about kissing him.
If the simple touch of his lip on her fingertip felt so intense, what would it feel like to actually kiss him? She’s afraid she’d be unable to process so much sensation.Colin and Lucy discover that there is a way they can be together...
“I started researching hypothermia, and it takes a long time for the brain to shut down entirely. I mean, in between being cold and being dead, there’s a lot of room.”Will he do it? Will Colin risk his life to feel boobies?
“You are crazy.”
His hands find waist, ribs, breasts. They grow wild and impatient, itching to feel every inch.What do you think?

Stories of a place where students seemed to die at a higher rate than any other boarding school in the country. Colin never understood why it was a surprise that kids died or disappeared more frequently here than other places from things like exposure, pneumonia, and suicide.Ok, parents are protective of their kids. Boarding schools are expensive. Have you heard the news? Whenever something happens at a school, parents go crazy, so why the heck is THIS SCHOOL still in business? Furthermore, one of its former headmasters was a serial killer.
Prosecutors allege the 42-year-old former headmaster of Saint Osanna’s boarding school outside of Coeur D’Alene stalked [his victim] for several weeks prior to the murder.Also, nobody seems to notice the fact that a strange girl is attending classes.
Lucy’s been lurking around campus for more than two months—minus the ten days of unexpected vanish—and no teacher really bothers to question her presence, let alone her decidedly non-dress-code boots.Lucy is an unobtrusive presence, but people DO notice her. Why the fuck isn't a teacher noticing the fact that a strange girl not on the roll sheet attending their classes. The other students see her. Why does no one bother to talk to her?
Lucy is exactly where Jay said she was, sitting on a bench in front of Ethan Hall.She walks along a lake.
“Amanda said they saw her walking down by the lake,”She's sittin' on the dock of the bay.
There’s an old dock not far from where the trail ends. Colin isn’t surprised when he sees Lucy sitting at the end of it.She sits and waits. Sits and waits. Sits and waits.
She sits by the statue of Saint Osanna the next morning with her arms wrapped around her legs pulled tight to her chest.Lucy doesn't give a crap about why she is here, on earth, as a ghost.
She’s here, a ghost in girls’ clothing, haunting this private school. But she doesn’t want to haunt anyone. She wants to be tangible and solid. To sleep in a dorm and eat in the dining hall and flirt. With him. All she wants is to be near him.She doesn't give a crap about how to move on. She doesn't give a fuck about finding her parents.
She tells him that she didn’t feel the need to find her parents even though they might still be alive and how that lack of compulsion worries her somehow.All Lucy cares about is being with the boy she loves for no reason at all.
He wants more. He practically aches for her touch. It’s more than hormones. It’s like he’s physically drawn into her space, has to force himself to keep any sort of acceptable distance.Sucked into her presence. Drawn in by her aura. Please. He cannot stop thinking in excruciating details about her appearance. Her smile. Her eyes.
Her dimple makes him think of giggled pleas, mischievous promises, and the taste of sugar on his tongue. Gunmetal eyes meet his, and the color is alive, churning like an angry ocean, pulling him in.He notices her "fragility," her "vulnerability," not to mention the various colors of her eyes while hiding his romantic thoughts from his macho best friend. Right, every girl's fantasy.
He lets himself drown.
Colin mumbles, “Maybe gray,” but his heart is thundering.Not recommended. This is a romance, and not even a believable one.
He’s pretty sure if he says, “They’re like melted metal,” Jay will actually have a T-shirt made for him with the words I AM A DELICATE POET printed across the chest.



He kisses her so carefully, as if too much contact will cause her to evaporate. His tongue glances her lip, her tongue, the skin of her neck. His piercing is cold; his skin is hot. His hands pull her closer, shadow up and down her sides and over her curves. “Missed you,” he whispers.
Stories of a place where students seemed to die at a higher rate than any other boarding school in the country. Colin never understood why it was a surprise that kids died or disappeared more frequently here than other places from things like exposure, pneumonia, and suicide.

