![]() Nathaniel Pierce has a starring role, as….well, Nathaniel is: of course, and why not a ghost. The “lawn-boy”…well, okay, he seems like a typical, bleary-eyed, sun-baked kid. The “caretakers” are undoubtedly a bit past odd, edging toward dangerous. Yes, Lori’s parents truly are startlingly naïve and absent-minded with matters of upmost importance yet oddly tenacious and relentless on the most trivial of things. While her steadier, yet clearly open-minded older by brother, leans more towards logic and rational explanations even he has that tiny glimmer of hope….the “why not?” that is sometimes lost in adulthood. ![]() Ruby’s ability to, seemingly effortlessly, capture the open desire, the willingness to believe, that most teens still carry inside of them (albeit, some much…much deeper than others). As the story centers around “nearly seventeen” year old Lorelei this reader was stunned by Ms. ![]() It is more than confident, not yet cocky accepting, unapologetic charming and totally void of any defensive vibe. The first feature to grab me was the tone of Rebel Spirits. ![]()
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