Title: Lost In Thought
Author: Cara Bertrand
Genre: YA Paranormal
Romance (psychic abilities)…with a contemporary flair
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Lainey Young has a secret: she’s going crazy. Everyone else thinks she has severe migraines from stress and exhaustion. What she really has are visions of how people died—or are going to die. Not that she tells anyone that. At age sixteen, she prefers keeping her crazy to herself. When doctors insist she needs a new and stable environment to recover, Lainey’s game to spend two years at a private New England boarding school. She doesn’t really think it will cure her problem, and she’s half right. There is no cure, but as she discovers, she’s not actually crazy.
Almost
everyone at Northbrook
Academy has a secret too.
Half the students and nearly all the staff are members of the Sententia, a
hidden society of the psychically gifted. A vision of another student’s impending
death confirms Lainey is one of them. She’d like to return the crappy gift of
divining deaths with only a touch, but enjoys spending time with Carter
Penrose—recent Academy graduate and resident school crush—while learning to
control it. Lainey’s finally getting comfortable with her ability, and with
Carter, when they uncover her true Sententia heritage. Now she has a real
secret.
Once
it’s spilled, she’ll be forced to forget protecting secrets and start
protecting herself.
Cara
is a former middle school literacy teacher who now lives in the woods outside Boston with: one awesome
husband, two large dogs, one small daughter, and lots of words. LOST IN THOUGHT
is her first novel and was one of three finalists for the 2011 Amazon/Penguin
Breakthrough Novel Award in the Young Adult category.
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Prologue
It
started innocently, but isn’t that always how things start? My Aunt Tessa and I
were shopping at a local antique store, pretty much my favorite way to spend
free time. I picked up a heavy candlestick that looked classic, expensive, and
at least a hundred years old. As I turned it over to check, I suddenly felt
dizzy. I set it down, so I wouldn’t drop it, and sat on an antique bench I
probably shouldn’t have. The dizziness passed, as quickly as it came, and I
reached for the candlestick again.
This
time I did drop it. When my fingers touched the tarnished silver, I had the
oddest vision. In my mind, I saw a crying woman in an old-fashioned dress,
complete with petticoats and a corset, looking down at a man in a similarly
old-fashioned suit lying on the floor.
And
bleeding from his temple.
I
knew instantly that the man was dead and the woman, with the help of this
candlestick, had killed him. I blinked and found myself right where I’d been,
on the bench I shouldn’t have sat on, with the murdering candlestick dented on
the floor. We bought the candle-stick, and its match, and I told my aunt that I
got dizzy and needed to have some lunch. By the time I’d finished my sandwich,
I believed it too. But that wasn’t the truth.
The
truth was far stranger.
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