Under the Light
Helen needed a body to be with her beloved. Jenny had to escape from hers before her spirit was broken. It was wicked, borrowing it, but love drives even the gentlest soul to desperate acts. And Helen, who has returned to help Jenny, finds herself trapped, haunting the girl she wished to save....
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Helen needed a body to be with her beloved. Jenny had to escape from hers before her spirit was broken. It was wicked, borrowing it, but love drives even the gentlest soul to desperate acts. And Helen, who has returned to help Jenny, finds herself trapped, haunting the girl she wished to save. Jenny and Billy's love story begins out-of-body and continues into the tumultuous realm of the living, where they are torn apart even as they slowly remember falling in love.
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Format: hardcover
ISBN:
9780547367545 (0547367546)
ASIN: 547367546
Publish date: May 14th 2013
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Pages no: 256
Edition language: English
Series: Light (#2)
Laura Whitcomb has become one of my favourite authors in a very short time. It's not the way she writes, but the combination of what she writes and the way she does it that make her books so wonderful.This book is a companion to [b:A Certain Slant of Light|289601|A Certain Slant of Light (Light, #1...
I've been experiencing a pattern: I listen to a young adult book on audio and love it, then read the sequel and find the magic is gone. Though I don't know what's to blame, this sequel was no exception. There was one idea in it that I loved -- that Billy and Jenny's spirits had met and fallen in lov...
I read Laura Whitcomb's [b:A Certain Slant of Light|289601|A Certain Slant of Light (Light, #1)|Laura Whitcomb|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1348331893s/289601.jpg|2596896] just around the time it first came out, when I was a freshman in high school. I read and loved it, and it instantly became one o...
Laura Whitcomb es una poeta que se hace pasar por novelista para jóvenes adultos . Es capaz de escribir frases como ...The breeze danced my hair around, tickling my face. The sky was a watercolor of grays and whites and lavenders."Somewhere, I thought, there’s a place where this sky touches down to ...
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