Here are the words I jotted down during our descent: poignant, remarkable, unique, touching, true fiction at its best, and perfectly conceived and delivered.
Thunderchikin has already sung its praises. Let me add my voice to his and create a grand operatic aria that should compel you to order it in advance. For those of you here at ALA, see if you can beg an ARC from Holt.
No spoilers here. Just a little something to whet your appetite. Jenna has survived an awful accident. Her memories are unclear. Some things she can recall; others elude her. And that seems to be where the mystery begins. However, it does not end there at all. As Jenna comes to realize exactly what has occurred she knows as does the reader that just because something is possible does not mean it is advisable.
Get it. Read it. The Goddess has spoken. The fat lady has sung.