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Friday, October 10, 2014

Review Tour: The Girl Who Came Back To Life By Craig Staufenberg @YouMakeArtDumb @VBTCafe #Giveaway




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The Girl Who Came Back to Life
by Craig Staufenberg
Book Genre: Middle Grade
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: April 16th, 2014

Book Description:

When you die, your spirit wakes in the north, in the City of the Dead. There, you wander the cold until one of your living loved ones finds you, says "Goodbye," and Sends you to the next world.

After her parents die, 12-year-old Sophie refuses to release their spirits. Instead, she resolves to travel to the City of the Dead to bring her mother and father's spirits back home with her.

Taking the long pilgrimage north with her gruff & distant grandmother-by train, by foot, by boat; over ruined mountains and plains and oceans-Sophie struggles to return what death stole from her. Yet the journey offers her many hard, unexpected lessons-what to hold on to, when to let go, and who she must truly bring back to life.



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Excerpt:

CHAPTER 8

HER HEART

Sophie had no notion how to craft a loaf of bread and didn't earn any money during her first morning at the bakery. She returned the next day, then the next and the next, all without producing a single loaf. Rather than quit, she kept returning, pressing forward and placing herself under the baker's patient instruction.

The baker showed Sophie how to handle the earthen oven and moved her around the back of the shop with a calm, confident sense of care. When Sophie made a mistake the woman responded with a firm, though surprisingly intimate, correction, and Sophie did her best to listen and follow the woman's commands. Yet, despite closely following these instructions, Sophie's bread wouldn't respond to her touch, and refused to rise, and no matter how precisely she placed her dough within the oven, her loaves left its fires cold and undercooked.

The baker saw this and explained how baking was more than a technical exercise. She explained how love lay at the heart of good bread, how she had to pull the warmth from deep in her heart and let it flow it into her hands until her fingertips tingled and the dough abandoned its toughness and responded to even the lightest touch. The baker explained how the heat of the oven gave the dough a hard crust to protect the bread, to make sure the love pressed into the loaf only showed itself to the world when shared freely at the table.

These words of love fell on deaf ears. Sophie had grown up burying any stirrings of emotion she may have felt within her chest, doing her best to remain calm, to maintain the steadiness her parents silently demanded. Though she quickly mastered the technical skills of baking, during her first mornings in the baker's kitchen, Sophie couldn't locate any sort of warmth within her heart.

With every morning that Sophie approached the floured marble table without producing a remotely respectable loaf, the more she worried she would never master this seemingly simple art well enough to receive even a single day's wages, let alone enough money to travel north with her grandmother.

Every morning she searched her heart more deeply, but love hid itself from Sophie. Instead, a different feeling rose in her chest. Desperation.

Every morning, as Sophie walked to the bakery, the sun rose a little earlier and the winter wind bit a little more softly than the last, and as spring began to wake the world, Sophie approached the bakery's back door with greater panic. Without any other feeling to work with, Sophie dove into this fear, day after day, until, to her surprise, her dough began to rise a little, and her loaves began to leave the oven cooked a bit more than they had the day before.

Encouraged by these small victories, Sophie dove deeper and deeper into the dry heat of the bakery's early hours. No matter how frighteningly deep she sunk into her heart, Sophie found herself feeling safe within the baker's welcome and protected care. Soon, she cracked through deep enough to find other feelings within her heart, lining the corners of her fear. These feelings began to excite her. They brought a tingling to her chest, and then to her neck, and finally to her cheeks.

Slowly, during those days kneading the dough on the floured marble table standing beside the bakery's earthen oven, the measured ice around Sophie's heart began to melt. The warmth within her heart started to spread throughout her whole body, until the tingling filled even her hands and, without an ounce of effort on her part, shot through her fingers into the dough.

Sophie's once dormant dough began to rise, and then to bake golden, until it tasted nearly as earthy and grounded and rich as the baker's own. Soon enough, Sophie began to walk home with wages in her hand at the end of each of those mornings when the frost gave way to dew.



My Review:

I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

After 12 year old Sophie's parents die she is sent to live with her grandmother. Sophie has not seen her grandmother in a very long time so in a way she is a stranger to her. With losing her parents Sophie is sad and quiet and mopes around a lot. Sophie and her grandmother hardly ever say two words to each other. Sophie is kind of afraid to talk to her grandmother she is scared that she will be mean to her. But Sophie soon figures out that grandmother doesn't really care very much what she does. But she soon learns that her grandmother is grieving as well. She lost the love of her life very recently, Sophie's grandfather.

In Sophie's world when someone dies they go to the City of the Dead. They stay there wondering around like they are lost until someone that is still alive and a loved one goes to the City of the Dead to tell them "Goodbye". The City of the Dead is far, far, far away up North where it so very, very cold. Sophie finds out that her grandmother is planning on going to the City of the Dead in the spring when it is starting to warm up and traveling will be easier. Her grandmother tells her she can go with her but she will not pay her way. She will have to earn the money herself that she will need for the trip.

So Sophie goes into town looking for a job but no one wants to hire a little girl. Sophie is very determined little girl and doesn't give up easily. She finally gets a job in a bakery make bread. When she is not making bread she is straightening up the bread out on the counters. Sophie is a very hard worker besides her job sort of helps to keep her mind off of her parents somewhat. Sophie works all through the winter months and finally everything starts to thaw out.

Sophie is real happy when it is time for her and her grandmother to leave on their trip to the City of the Dead. Sophie meets a lot of different people on her journey north and she also makes a few friends along the way. Sophie has some good times and some bad times on her trip.

I really enjoyed going along with Sophie on her trip North to the City of the Dead so she could tell her mom and dad goodbye so they could go on to the next world. Sophie is smart, stubborn and very independent little girl who at times went down the wrong roads but so does a lot of other people when they are hurting as much as she is. She traveled down some rough roads and there were times when I wasn't sure if she was going to make it or not but she always came out on top. She learned a lot of tough lessons for someone so young and it made her grow up way faster than a lot of other children her age.

The Girl Who Came Back to Life tells a story of what a little girl goes through after losing her parents in death. It tells of the grief and the pain that she felt and how she dealt with knowing that she would never see them again. It tells of the long dark road that she went down to deal with their death and of the road that she traveled on so that she could find a new life for herself without them in it. The Girl Who Came Back to Life is a story that will grab a hold of you right from the first word and it will keep holding on to you long after you have read the last word.



About the Author:

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Craig Staufenberg is a writer and filmmaker living in NYC.

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Book Blitz: Summer Alone (Summer Alone #1) by Amy Sparling @amy_sparling @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #Giveaway





Summer Alone (Summer Alone #1)
Release Date: 10/01/14

Summary from Goodreads:
From the best selling author of Summer Unplugged, comes a new series set in the same world. Becca's senior year of high school is approaching and she's tired of being the dorky best friend. Determined to reinvent herself with help from Bayleigh, she plans to spend the summer breaking out of her shell. When Bayleigh gets grounded and sent away for three months, Becca's plans come crashing down before they've even started.

Now Becca is alone and can't even talk to Bayleigh on the phone. Not wanting to miss out on the summer before senior year, she takes a job at the local indoor BMX track. The job is fun, her boss is laid back, and the place is packed with hot guys. One of them just might have a crush on her. This may be a summer without her best friend, but it doesn't mean she'll have to spend the summer alone.

Part 1 of a 4 part novella series.

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Excerpt
"Damn, Ollie, you got hot."

I look up from my phone, confused, wondering where Ollie is since I thought he had left. Then I realize the guy who just spoke was looking at me. Talking to me. Making a stupid joke about me. Praise the gods of BMX-I wore a face full of make up today so hopefully the bright red I feel pooling in my cheeks doesn't show as much as if I were bare-faced. "Hi," I say, swallowing back my nerves. My right hand gestures toward the facility behind me. "Welcome to C&C BMX Park?"

Is that what I'm supposed to say? Who knows? I suck at this. "Thank you!" the guy says, stepping forward, wearing that smile like it's permanently stuck on his face. He's kind of cute, I guess. For a college-age guy. He has super short cropped hair and a neck tattoo that's some kind of quote. He's thin and lean. The bike he pushed in with him is all beat up and not shiny like the girl's bike from yesterday.

He turns his attention toward the keypad on the counter, typing in a numerical code and then pressing his index finger to the glass window above the keys. My computer lights up with a message that Dustin Moore just signed in.

"You Ollie's secret love child?"

I shake my head. "Not that I know of."

He laughs and the glass door slides open again, making my stomach knot up at the idea of a new customer. Eventually one of these people will need some kind of employee assistance and I still have no idea what I'm doing. Dustin turns back and waves his friend over. "Dude! I'm surprised to see you."

I stare at the computer screen, trying to make sense of the software as his friend replies, "Told you I'd be here."

Dustin snorts. "You said that last time, then you bailed on me for Mixon."

I go to smile at the new guy, determined not to make the stupid introduction that I had done with Dustin. If they're members here, then clearly they don't need to be introduced to the place. Exactly one second later, I completely forget everything in my head. I'm not even sure I know my own name or what I'm doing here. Because the guy who walks up next to Dustin is hot. He's knees weak, hands shaking, heart fluttering hot. Sandy blond shaggy hair that covers part of his eye. An eyebrow ring hovers over the other one, framing his impossibly blue eyes as they sparkle under the bright industrial lights. He's tall and gorgeous and muscular, judging by the way his black Mongoose shirt fits over his shoulders, hugging tightly to his biceps.

And he doesn't even notice me. He says something to Dustin and automatically types in a number, pressing his finger to the glass. He straddles his bike-matte black with red wheels-and squints his eyes, looking toward the ramps behind me.

My lip hurts and I realize I'd been chewing on it. I don't know why my heart aches right now. This guy is older than I am, probably in college and old enough to buy beer, so it's not like he would notice me. Me, stupid high school senior lame-o dork-o Becca Sosa.

"What's your name?" Dustin asks me. I glance over at him and push away my momentary confusion. I had pretty much forgotten that he was here.

"Becca," I say. My eyes flicker to the computer screen. Dustin's super beautiful friend's name flashes across the screen as the last person to have signed in. Nolan Park.

"As in Re-becca?" Dustin asks, drumming his fingers on the counter. I'm about to nod when another voice interrupts. "Leave the girl alone, Dustin. She's clearly not interested." Nolan meets my eyes with an apologetic smile. My knees turn to jelly but somehow I manage to stay standing.

Dustin groans. "Aww, come on man. I'm just making friends. He extends his hand toward me and I go ahead and take it, because ignoring his handshake would be just as awkward as actually shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, Becca. I hope we see you around here more often."

I shrug, trying to seem nonchalant. "Well, I work here so…"

Dustin laughs and Nolan pushes him toward the track. "Go. You begged me to come ride so let's ride. Quit harassing the girl."


About the Author
In case you didn't know, Amy isn't my real name. It's a pen name I use to publish books and novellas for teens that have a romantic theme. My real name is Cheyanne Young and I also publish YA books under that name, but they are usually in different genres and for older age groups.

I chose the name Amy Sparling when I independently published my first book, Deadbeat. I wasn't sure if I would keep the pen name at first--I wasn't even sure if I'd keep publishing. But I got incredibly lucky and found a group of young adults who loved my stories and kept asking for more. You guys seriously have made my writing hobby into the greatest part of my life. I will continue writing books under this name as well as publishing books of a different nature under my real name.

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