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341 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 2014
“Listen.� He jerks his head over his shoulder, checking that we are more or less alone. “I know he’s got this moody, broody artist act down, and some girls go for that. Oh, look at the sad puppy. But it gets to be a drag, you know?�Here is where the book did not work for me:
“Not really,� I say stiffly.
Me, I’ve found how to focus thoughts and memories through touch, like steadying a radio antenna with your fingertips, the static sloughing off until a clear melody remains.Except it doesn't always work that way. For some freaking reason, she is also able to communicate telepathically to one other select member of her group, as well, something which has never been mentioned as part of her power within the book.
Brilliant pinks, blues, reds spin across the dance floor before us, and thoughts and smells spiral away in the dancers� wake: sweat, eagerness, acrid perfume, regret. One thought is faint, but unmistakable to me� the hum of a brain that’s encountered a scrubber.And yet again:
I catch a flash of lightning in the crowd� feel it more than see it, ripping through my mind.Yulia's powers are also inconsistent in that it is selective, sometimes it feels like she is unable to resist feeling things through her touch, other times it feels like she can choose to turn it off, which doesn't make any sense. Sometimes Yulia moans about her inability to escape feeling things through her psychic powers, because whenever she touches something, she senses memories and emotions from them, but then again, she doesn't mention anything about feeling anything through the multitude of people and things that she must touch every single day.
“You were an idiot to try to give this up,� Misha says, and Masha nods. “Look around you� isn’t this a better life?Let's see. Yulia has a chance to go to Moscow University and study what she has dreamt of her whole life. She has the ability to help her country (never mind that it is the USSR, it is still her country). And she...mopes. No, thank you.
”Who am I? I am Yulia Andreevna Chernina, seventeen years old, daughter of former high-ranking Communist Party members. I am a fugitive in my own country. And sometimes I see things that can’t be seen.�These powers don’t go unnoticed, as the KGB gets a wiff of Yulia’s powers. And they want her for their own special usage. They’re recruiting some of the best and brightest of young people with powers such as Yulia’s to help gather other countries secrets (get it? SECRETS??!!) so they can effectively nuke out the world. But f her mind is hers alone, can Yulia protect it, even from the likes of the KGB?
”Valentin smiles at me- it might be the first genuine smile of his I’ve seem. My mouth hangs open as I gawk at this gorgeous, confident creature. Those gorgeous, confident lips. He brushes a clump of snow from my shoulder. A need too desperate for words makes me want to snatch his hand and kiss it hungrily.�Furthermore, the whole explanation of their powers and how they can read minds and know secrets and stuff was very poorly explained and very uneven throughout. The end goal that they were trying to reach was never explained thoroughly either, and the characters seemed like very poorly drawn out CW characters.
Did not finish; read 68 pages.Whenever I pick up a historical fiction novel, it's usually about World War II or the Holocaust. But when I first heard of Lindsay Smith's Sekret - a novel about Cold War - era Russia with a paranormal twist - I was intrigued, and I couldn't help but give it a try. Unfortunately, though, which could have been a pheonominal story was run down by poor world-building and a non-progressive plot.
"I'm willing," I say. My heart beats with the Beatles. I wanna hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand.
"You came back for me," I say. The words sound stupid hanging in the air, but they mean so much.
"I always will."
You are property of the Soviet Union, and when I tell you these things, when I permit you to see your family, it is a privilege, not a right
"My brave Yulia".... "Your powers and your life are yours now. You can use them however you like."