Title: Discovering Daniel
Author: Nadine Christian
Genre: Young Adult
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When a shocking memory surfaces that Ava McCoy can’t
understand, she looks for answers. With her parents and her Uncle Sam trying to
convince her that she is only chasing dreams, she is determined to prove that
they are wrong, the vision too vivid in her mind to be anything but
truth. When her investigation reveals another world so shocking and yet so
familiar, it feels as if the pieces of the puzzle are starting to come together
– with only one question left unanswered. Who is Daniel? The very memory of him
draws her to the sea. Then, the ocean brings her the answer she’s seeking.
Daniel himself. United, Daniel and Ava must find out why everyone wanted
to keep them apart – and who is now trying their best to do it again. They must
find the answers – before they succeed. Before Ava loses Daniel all over again
– this time, forever.
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Reviewed by Jenn:
4 1/2 stars
This was a very interesting book .well written and it was fun. Daniel and Ava are a fairy tale couple .
It would have 5stars but the ending was just rushed! I can't give a spoiler but unless there is another book (it said THE END)it really left me hanging. I want to know what the final choice was. I don't like what my imagination comes up with. I read books because my very own imagination is not all that great. If there is another book feel free to bump it up to five stars because this was a beautiful,well written book that for all my whining ,I will read it again ;)
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Her reflection wavered in the water, the ribbon cutting a line in
the wavering picture of herself once more. Her mouth frowned down at the face
in the water. The watery reflection frowned back. She grinned and the face in
the water grinned back too. Laughing now, she pushed the tip of her nose up
with her finger and the girl in the water did as well.
Behind the reflection something moved, and she blinked hard.
Bubbles rose, breaking the surface with gentle burbles, carrying what sounded
like a tinkling laugh with them. A shimmer of scales darted under the boat and
she leaned further out in surprise. That fish was big, she thought and
waggled her ribbon enticingly. Then a face, pale and smiling peered up at her,
black hair fanning out in the water, blue eyes crinkling in the corner with
delight. The face suddenly crossed its eyes and poked out a pink tongue and Ava
reared back in surprise, dropping her ribbon in shock.
The momentum carried her in a jerky marionette step across the
boat, and then her legs caught the side of the boat, and in what seemed like
slow motion, her arms wind-milling, she went backwards over the side.
She heard her father shout out, and then water filled her ears,
cold and deafening. Salty fluid filled her mouth and nose and she breathed
involuntary as she shrieked in fright. Within seconds, her jacket had righted
her in the water, but she struggled to draw a breath. Vomiting a copious mouth
of nauseating warm salty water, she coughed hard enough to bring tears to her
eyes, and then the tears began in earnest. Legs and arms heavy with fright, she
bobbed in the water like a cork, panting with the urgency to get her breath
back.
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Author
Bio:
Nadine
Christian lives on Pitcairn Island, a small isle in the middle of the South
Pacific. With no airport and no way on or off the island unless traveling by
the island's supply ship on it's quarterly supply run, she supplements her free
time with writing.
Free time is hard to find -- with five children, four goats, two cats and
thirty chickens and a life full to the brim. With its rich maritime history,
Pitcairn's romantic past comes alive in her novels, capturing the taste of life
on an isolated tropical island, miles from the rush and bustle of normal city
life.
Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nadine-Christian/474126792608891
Twitter: https://twitter.com/pitcairngirl
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