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Is it dark in here? | THE DEAD HOUSE MIRROR TOUR

It’s getting creepy on Rather Be Reading Blog today. I don’t know about you but I’m the kind of person who doesn’t necessarily like to be scared but doesn’t stop me at all from reading, watching, or obsessing over frightening things. (I’m a mystery even to myself.) This leads me to THE DEAD HOUSE by Dawn Kurtagitch which will be releasing on September 15 from Little, Brown Books for Young Readers. The plot sounds exactly like a news story I would be completely obsessed with in real life. Here it is:

Over two decades have passed since the fire at Elmbridge High, an inferno that took the lives of three teenagers. Not much was known about the events leading up to the tragedy – only that one student, Carly Johnson, vanished without a trace…

…until a diary is found hidden in the ruins.

But the diary, badly scorched, does not belong to Carly Johnson. It belongs to Kaitlyn Johnson, a girl who shouldn’t exist Who was Kaitlyn? Why did she come out only at night? What is her connection to Carly?

The case has been reopened. Police records are being reexamined: psychiatric reports, video footage, text messages, e-mails. And the diary.

To get into the mood of the back and forth in this story, The Overflowing Library will be sharing a sneak peek of something from Carly’s POV and we’re sharing a bit from Kaitlyn’s. The theme is: Truth or Dare. Enjoy!

The Dead House by Dawn Kurtagich

TRUTH or DARE

?

Dare.

Dare: I dare you to phone the last person you messaged and tell them you love them.

I can’t. They are gone forever. But if I were to phone them, I don’t know that I could tell them I loved them. There’s a lot I don’t remember. A lot I do, too. And that complicates things. My favorite movie growing up was The Crow. I remember the scene where Eric saves Darla from herself. He takes her arms, and squeezes them,  and all the heroine she had taken came draining out.

“Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.

My mother was never that to me. But, for Carly’s sake, I’ll tell you this:

She tried. And that’s all anyone can do, I guess.

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