Friday, June 18, 2010
Manifest by Artist Arthur
Krystal Bentley is a very unhappy fifteen year old. Her parent's recently divorced, with her moving with her mom to a new small town. Then, her mom remarries, and nothing is making Krystal happy. She goes to school, sleeps, and stays in her room. She does not socialize or talk to anyone.
But then, she starts hearing a voice, and before long, an apparition of a teenage boy, Ricky, who was killed. He wants Krystal to find out who killed him and why. She ignores Ricky for the most part, although she does find him attractive. But she doesn't want to help him, she doesn't want to help anybody.
But then two people at school keep hounding Krystal to speak with them, and eventually, Ricky convinces her that it wouldn't hurt to listen to what they have to say. In fact, it could help her. She learns that Sasha and Jake both have powers and the same birthmarked "M" upon their body. They are convinced that Krystal has powers too, since they eyed the "M" on the back of her neck.
Krystal denies it for a little while then she admits that she can see, hear, and communicate with ghosts. Jake's grandfather talks to the three of them about "The Power", as when the three of them are together, it magnifies. The three of them are soon on a mission; to solve Ricky's murder so he can move on to his own eternity, and to find out why the three of them have powers.
Manifest is the first book in a new series, the Mystyx series. It's listed as Young Adult but adults will also find themselves immersed in this coming of age paranormal story. I really disliked Krystal when she was first introduced, but I enjoyed watching her character mature and come out of her shell. The character development and storyline was present day and realistic. I was up late turning the pages and I really look forward to the next in the series! A great paranormal YA!!
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