ISBN: 9781534482456
Editorial: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
Autor: Hansen, Regina M.
Año de edición: 2022
N° Paginas: 288
Tipo de pasta: Pasta blanda
Descripción: Music, myth, and horror blend in this romantic, “eerie…atmospheric” (Publishers Weekly) fantasy debut about a teen girl who must fight a powerful evil that’s invaded her Prince Edward Island home—perfect for fans of An Enchantment of Ravens.There’s a certain wild magic in the salt air and the thrum of the sea. Beet MacNeill has known this all her life. It added spice to her childhood adventures with her older cousin, Gerry, the two of them thick as thieves as they explored their Prince Edward Island home. So when Gerry comes up the path one early spring morning, Beet thinks nothing of it at first. But he is soaking wet and silent, and he plays a haunting tune on his fiddle that chills Beet to the bone. Something is very, very wrong.Things only get worse when Marina Shaw saunters into town and takes an unsettling interest in Gerry’s new baby. Local lore is filled with tales of a vicious shape-shifting sea creature and the cold, beautiful woman who controls him—a woman who bears a striking resemblance to Marina. Beet is determined to find out what happened to her beloved cousin, and to prevent the same fate from befalling the handsome new boy in town who is winning her heart, whether she wants him to or not. Yet the sea always exacts a price…About the AuthorRegina M. Hansen was born on Prince Edward Island and grew up there, in Montreal, and in Boston. She teaches at Boston University and is also a contributor to The Ashgate Encyclopedia of Literary and Filmic Monsters. She has written regular articles for the nationally circulated children’s magazine DIG into History, and her essays have also appeared in The Wall Street Journal Review and The Conversation. The Coming Storm is her first novel. Visit her at ReginaMHansen.com.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter One: Beet MacNeill CHAPTER ONE April 25, 1949 Beet MacNeillI don’t know what wakes me up first—Mom shaking me, or the screaming.My heart’s racing, even before I open my eyes. She’s standing above me, her hair coming out of its curlers and her pink chenille dressing gown buttoned up to the chin.“Come on, Beet. Sit up, let’s go.” Mom’s talking a mile a minute, and her voice puts me in even more of a panic at first. Then I notice the look on her face. She’s not panicking, just glowering, like she always does when she’s on edge about something—and that right there’s enough to calm my heart back down. A little bit, anyway.There’s a light on across the hall, and someone in there’s shrieking to scare the sin out of the Devil. I’m sitting up now, I can tell you, so quick I almost hit my head on the pail Mom’s holding out to me.“That’s Deirdre! Is the baby…?”Mom drops the pail into my lap. It’s made of aluminum and hurts like blazes when it lands. “The baby’s going to fall out onto the floor if I don’t get back in there. Now get a coat and go pump some water.”The grandfather clock in the hall is striking five as I set my feet down on the cold wood floor and head downstairs. It’s not as frosty as it could be in April, but I’m still shivering like a dog in a wet blanket, or at least a dog in a yellow nightgown, which is what I’m wearing. Down in the kitchen, I grab Dad’s mackintosh off the peg by the oil stove, step into a pair of gum rubber boots and there’s Deirdre again, screamin’ to high Heaven and above it. I let the door bang behind me, thinking how I don’t ever want to have a baby, not if it hurts that bad. Especially not alone in some almost-stranger’s house, poor thing.Deirdre’s my cousin Gerry Campbell’s girl, and notice I didn’t say wife. She’s been living with us since she found out for sure there was a baby coming, three days after Gerry left for the Boston States to fish cod off one of those Georges Bank trawlers—him, plus Joe Curley and Newmie Myers, with not a brain between the two of ’em. The boats go out for weeks at a time, and Gerry didn’t even know about the baby until last month. He was s
- Idioma: Inglés
- Envío: Desde EE. UU.
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