Texas Gothic by Rosemary Clement-Moore (English) Paperback Book

Description: Texas Gothic by Rosemary Clement-Moore Amy Goodnights family is far from normal. She comes from a line of witches, but tries her best to stay far outside the family business. Her summer gig? Ranch-sitting for her aunt with her wacky but beautiful sister. Only the Goodnight Ranch is even less normal than it normally is. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Amy Goodnight knows that the world isnt as simple as it seems. She also understands that "normal" doesnt mix with magic, and shes worked hard to build a wall between the two worlds. Not only to protect her family, who are all practicing witches, but to protect any hope of ever having a normal life herself. Ranch-sitting for her aunt in Texas should be exactly that: good old ordinary, uneventful hard work. Only, Amy and her sister, Phin, arent alone. Theres someone else in the house with them--and its not the living, breathing, amazingly hot cowboy from the ranch next door. Its a ghost, and its more powerful than the Goodnights and all their protective spells combined. It wants something from Amy, and none of her carefully built defenses can hold it back. This is the summer when the wall between Amys worlds is going to come crashing down.A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the YearAn ALA-YALSA Best Book for Young AdultsPraise for Texas Gothic:[Star] "You cant get much more Nancy Drew. . . . This engaging mystery has plenty of both paranormal and romance, spiced with loving families and satisfyingly packed with self-sufficient, competent girls."--Kirkus Reviews, Starred[Star] "Teens looking for a rollicking adventure filled with paranormal events, dastardly evildoers, and laugh-out-loud moments as Amy and Ben argue and snipe their way to love will adore this book."--School Library Journal, Starred"The author mixes suspense, humor, and lots of local flavor. . . . The enjoyable sum is a lively teen ghost story with sex appeal."--The Horn Book"A deeply affectionate rendering of Texas landscapes and legends combines with an appealing cast of well-developed characters to give texture to this well-plotted mystery; truly scary moments are balanced by the humorous bumbles of the awkwardly developing romance between Amy and Ben, as well as Phins sublime cluelessness about the way her eccentricities appear to other people."--The Bulletin Author Biography ROSEMARY CLEMENT-MOORE is the author of Prom Dates from Hell, Hell Week, Highway to Hell, Brimstone, The Splendor Falls, Texas Gothic, and Spirit and Dust. She grew up on a ranch in south Texas and now lives and writes in Arlington, Texas. You can visit her at ReadRosemary.com or follow her on Twitter @rclementmoore. Review Starred Review, Kirkus Reviews, May 15, 2011:"This engaging mystery has plenty of both paranormal and romance, spiced with loving families and satisfyingly packed with self-sufficient, competent girls."Starred Review, School Library Journal, August 2011:"Its hard to picture a successful merging of Texas ranching culture with psychic ghost-hunting and witchcraft, but thats what Clement-Moore has achieved in this novel laced with great characters, a healthy dose of humor, and a nod to popular culture...Teens looking for a rollicking adventure filled with paranormal events, dastardly evildoers, and laugh-out-loud moments as Amy and Ben argue and snipe their way to love will adore this book." Review Quote Starred Review,Kirkus Reviews, May 15, 2011: "This engaging mystery has plenty of both paranormal and romance, spiced with loving families and satisfyingly packed with self-sufficient, competent girls." Starred Review,School Library Journal, August 2011: "Its hard to picture a successful merging of Texas ranching culture with psychic ghost-hunting and witchcraft, but thats what Clement-Moore has achieved in this novel laced with great characters, a healthy dose of humor, and a nod to popular culture...Teens looking for a rollicking adventure filled with paranormal events, dastardly evildoers, and laugh-out-loud moments as Amy and Ben argue and snipe their way to love will adore this book. " From the Hardcover edition. Excerpt from Book The goat was in the tree again. I hadnt even known goats could climb trees. I had been livestock-sitting for three days before Id figured out how the darned things kept getting out of their pen. Then one day Id glanced out an upstairs window and seen Taco and Gordita, the ringleaders of the herd, trip-trip-tripping onto one of the low branches extending over the fence that separated their enclosure from the yard around Aunt Hyacinths century-old farmhouse. "Dont even think about it," I told Gordita now, facing her across that same fence. Id just bathed four dogs and then shoveled out the barn. I stank like dirty wet fur and donkey crap, and I was not in the mood to be trifled with. She stared back at me with a placid, long-lashed eye and bleated, "Mba-a-a-a-a." Which must translate as "Youre not the boss of me," because she certainly didnt trouble herself to get out of the tree. "Suit yourself," I said. As long as she was still technically in--or above--her pen, I didnt have much of an argument. When dealing with nanny goats, you pick your battles. I suppose Aunt Hyacinth could be forgiven for trusting me to figure out the finer points of goat management for myself. And "for myself" was no exaggeration. Except when my sister, Phin, and I had run into town to get groceries, we hadnt seen a soul all week. Well, besides Uncle Burt. But you didnt so much see Aunt Hyacinths late husband as sense his presence now and then. This was Aunt Hyacinths first vacation in ten years. The herb farm and the line of organic bath products she produced here had finally reached a point where she could take time off. And she was going to be gone for a month, halfway around the world on a cruise through the Orient, so shed had a lot of instructions to cover. Even after shed given Phin and me an exhaustive briefing on the care and feeding of the flora and fauna, even while my mom had waited in the luggage-stuffed van to take her to the airport in San Antonio, Aunt Hy had stood on the porch, hands on her hips, lips pursed in concentration. "Im sure Im forgetting something," shed said, scanning the yard for some reminder. Then she laughed and patted my cheek. "Oh, why am I worried? Youre a Goodnight. And if any of us can handle a crisis, Amy, its you." That was too true. I was the designated grown-up in a family that operated in a different reality than the rest of the world. But if the worst I had to deal with was a herd of goat Houdinis, Id call myself lucky. I gathered my dog-washing supplies and trudged toward the limestone ranch house that was the heart of Aunt Hyacinths Hill Country homestead. It was a respectable size for an herb farm, though small by ranching standards. Small enough, in fact, to be dwarfed by the surrounding land. To reach the place, you had to take a gravel road through someone elses pasture to the Goodnight Farm gate, where a second fence of barbed wire and cedar posts surrounded Aunt Hyacinths acreage. We often saw our neighbors cows grazing through it. I guess the grass really was always greener. A packed dirt road led finally to the sturdy board fence that enclosed the house and yard with its adjoining livestock pens. Sometimes it felt like living inside a giant nesting doll. Ranching life was pretty much all about fences and gates. The dogs had kept a respectful distance from the goats enclosure, but they bounded to join me on my way to the house. Sadie nipped at the heels of my rubber boots while Lila wove figure eights between my legs. Bear, no fool, had already headed for the shade to escape the afternoon sun. "Get off!" I pushed the girls away from my filthy jeans. "I just washed you, you stupid mutts." They dashed to join Bear on the side porch. I clomped up the steps, my arms full of dirty towels, and hooked the screen door with a finger. The dogs tumbled into the mudroom after me, then tried to worm into the house while I toed off my boots. "Not until youre dry. Stay!" I managed to block them all except Pumpkin, a very appropriately named Pomeranian, who had asthma and got to come inside whenever he wanted. Which was pretty much all the time. I closed the door and sighed--a mistake, because the deep breath told me just how much I stank. Hot shower in T minus five, four, three... The light over the sink in the kitchen went out. Not a crisis, since it was four in the afternoon. However, the soft hum of the air conditioner cut out at the same instant, which would be a problem very shortly. A big problem, because the only reason Id agreed to spend my summer on Goodnight Farm--the last carefree summer of my life, before I started college and things that Really Count in Life--was that I knew it had civilized conveniences like climate control, wireless Internet, and satellite TV. "Phin!" I shouted. Id lived with my sister for seventeen years, not counting the last one, which shed spent in the freshman dorm at the University of Texas. I knew exactly who was to blame for the power outage. No answer, but that didnt mean anything. Once Phin was immersed in one of her experiments, Godzilla could stroll over from the Gulf of Mexico and she wouldnt notice unless his radioactive breath threw off her data. Phins experiments were the reason I was currently covered in dog hair, straw dust, and donkey dung. She had eagerly agreed to house-sit because she wanted to do some kind of botanical research for her summer independent study, and, well...where better to do that than an herb farm? But while the Goodnight family might be eccentric by other peoples standards, no one was crazy enough to leave Phin solely in charge of Aunt Hyacinths livelihood. She couldnt always be trusted to feed herself while she was working on a project, let alone the menagerie outside. I peeled off my filthy socks and headed through the kitchen and living room to the back of the house, where Phin had commandeered Aunt Hyacinths workroom as her own. The door was closed, and I gave a cursory knock before I went in, only to stumble on the threshold between the bright afternoon and the startling darkness of the usually sunny space. Without thinking, I flipped the light switch, but of course nothing happened. All I could see was a glow from Phins laptop and, strangely, from under the slate-topped table in the center of the room. "Hey!" Phins voice was muffled, and a moment later her head popped up from behind the Rube Goldberg-type contraption on the table. Her strawberry-blond hair was coming loose from her ponytail, possibly because she was wearing what appeared to be a miners headlamp. "Im doing an experiment." "I know." I shaded my eyes from the light. "The fuse just blew." "Did it?" She checked some wires, punched something up on her laptop, then flipped a few switches on the power strip in front of her. "Oh. Good thing Im at a stopping spot." "Well, thank heaven for that," I said, but my tone was wasted on her. Irony was always wasted on Phin. Aunt Hyacinths workroom was normally a bright, airy space, part sunroom, part apothecary. Just then, however, it was dark and stuffy, with heavy curtains covering the wall of windows and the glass door that led to the attached greenhouse. On the huge worktable, Phin had set up her laptop and a bewildering rig that included a camera with some kind of complicated lens apparatus, a light box (which I suppose explained why the room was blacked out as if she were expecting the Luftwaffe), and enough electrical wiring to make me very nervous. It wasnt that Phin wasnt brilliant. The only thing that might have kept her from getting a Nobel Prize someday was her field of study. Switzerland didnt really recognize paranormal research. Neither did most of the world, but that never stopped a Goodnight. Except me, I suppose. In the dim light, I could see something like electrode leads connected to the leaves of an unidentifiable potted plant. It said a lot about my sister that this was not the strangest thing Id ever seen her do. Details ISBN0385736940 Author Rosemary Clement-Moore Short Title TEXAS GOTHIC Language English ISBN-10 0385736940 ISBN-13 9780385736947 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2012 Publication Date 2012-08-14 Imprint Ember Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2012-08-14 NZ Release Date 2012-08-14 US Release Date 2012-08-14 UK Release Date 2012-08-14 Pages 416 Audience Age 14 Publisher Random House USA Inc Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:44673455;

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