The illustrations done by Picolo are incredible, breathtaking, and really do push the story to that level that a simple book may not have. The first thing I want to say is the color usage in this novel is so eye catching. I haven’t always been a fan of graphic novels but this one sounded very interesting and I figured I’d try it out. **A copy of this novel was provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.** When strange things start happening–impossible things–Raven starts to think it might be better not to know who she was in her previous life.īut as she grows closer to her foster sister, Max, her new friends, and Tommy Torres, a guy who accepts her for who she is now, Raven has to decide if she’s ready to face what’s buried in the past…and the darkness building inside her. Raven remembers how to solve math equations and make pasta, but she can’t remember her favorite song or who she was before the accident. I love disaster movies, and I could easily live on pizza and Diet Coke.When a tragic accident takes the life of seventeen-year-old Raven Roth’s foster mom–and Raven’s memory–she moves to New Orleans to live with her foster mother’s family and finish her senior year of high school. I'm very superstitious and have lots of charms. I still live in LA, with my husband, son, and daughter. I have learned more from my students than I ever learned in school. In addition to writing YA fiction, I am a Reading Specialist and continue to teach and lead book groups for children and teens, part-time. I have an MA in education, and taught in the DC area until I moved to Los Angeles ten years ago. That was the beginning of writing for me. By the time I graduated high school, I had probably filled a hundred of them and gotten my friends more than a few dates with my poems.
I wore a lot of black, a lot of rings, and spent hours writing in my journals. I mean, didn't everyone's great-grandma know how to skin a chicken, tat lace, and make dresses without a pattern? I grew up drinking sweet tea, eating vegetables cooked with a little bacon grease, and biscuits made from scratch. By the time I was thirteen, my family moved in with my grandmother and great-grandmother, and we had four generations of women living under the same roof – two born and bred in North Carolina. I grew up outside of Washington DC, but it always felt like I had one foot in the South.
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