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Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal/Fantasy Romance)
Date Published: October 12, 2010
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
Clea Raymond has felt the glare of the spotlight her entire life. The daughter of a renowned surgeon and a prominent Washington DC politician, she has grown to be a talented photojournalist who takes refuge in a career that allows her to travel to the most exotic parts of the world. But after Clea’s father disappears while on a humanitarian mission, Clea’s photos begin to feature eerie, shadowy images of a strange and beautiful man—a man she has never seen before.
When fate brings Clea and this man together, she is stunned by the immediate and powerful connection she feels with him. As they grow closer, they are drawn deep into the mystery behind her father’s disappearance, and they discover the centuries old truth behind their intense bond. Torn by a dangerous love triangle and haunted by a powerful secret that holds their fates, together they race against time to unravel their pasts in order to save their lives—and their futures.
Elixir is the first book in the Elixir series by Hilary Duff with Elise Allen. When I saw this was by Hilary Duff, I was very curious. I like her music and Lizzie McGuire. I listened to the audio version, and I really enjoyed the narrator they chose. She did a good job. I felt like her style was very "Hilary". So, it fit.
The story was entertaining. I liked Clea. Love her name. She's a little oblivious at times, but who isn't. Ben was adorable. I feel bad for the poor dude. He tries. Read it, and you'll know why. What a life Sage has had. It's almost like a punishment. There were some similarities to other stories. I kept thinking of Fallen by Lauren Kate for one, but I still found it to be an entertaining read. I didn't like anything about the ending, so thank goodness, it's a series. Overall, Elixir had an interesting premise, and it kept my attention from beginning to end. I'm definitely curious about what happens next!
Hilary Duff is a multifaceted actress and recording artist whose career began on the popular sitcom Lizzie McGuire. She has since worked on a number of films and TV series and most recently appeared in a guest-starring role on Gossip Girl. She has sold more than thirteen million albums worldwide and has a clothing line, Femme, for DKNY and a bestselling fragrance, With Love…Hilary Duff, for Elizabeth Arden. Hilary’s humanitarian work is recognized throughout the world. She is actively involved with the charity Blessings in a Backpack, a program that provides quality nourishment for children who wouldn’t otherwise receive it. She has served on the President’s Council on Service and Civic Participation and was named ambassador to the youth of Bogota, Columbia. Elixir is her first book.
To learn more about Hilary Duff and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
Elise Allen has been writing professionally since 1996, with credits that include TV, DVDs, internet shows, and books.
She's recently co-written Elixir, Hilary Duff's first YA novel.
Her new book, Populazzi, comes out on August 2011, by Harcourt Children's Books.
To learn more about Elise Allen and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
The story was entertaining. I liked Clea. Love her name. She's a little oblivious at times, but who isn't. Ben was adorable. I feel bad for the poor dude. He tries. Read it, and you'll know why. What a life Sage has had. It's almost like a punishment. There were some similarities to other stories. I kept thinking of Fallen by Lauren Kate for one, but I still found it to be an entertaining read. I didn't like anything about the ending, so thank goodness, it's a series. Overall, Elixir had an interesting premise, and it kept my attention from beginning to end. I'm definitely curious about what happens next!
I couldn’t breathe.
Wedged in the middle of an ocean of people, I gasped for air, but nothing came. The heat from a million writhing bodies radiated over me, their sweat weighing down the air. I searched anxiously for an escape, but painfully bright lights strobed on and off, clouding my sense of direction.
I was losing it. I was going to pass out.
I forced in a deep breath and tried to talk myself down. I was fine. It wasn't like I was anywhere dangerous. I was on a dance floor, in the most exclusive nightclub in Paris. People lined up all night in the freezing cold for even a chance to stand where I was now.
It didn't help. The techno beat thrummed into my brain, five notes repeating over and over and over until I knew I'd have to scream. The crowd pushed even closer and I couldn't move my arms, could barely turn my head, and I had a sudden vision of this being forever, an eternity packed in this tiny space as confining as a coffin.
Like my father's coffin. Did he have a coffin? Was he even buried? Did anyone even know when he died? Was he alone, lost in the jungle? Was he attacked by animals? Was he found and tortured? Had he prayed for us to save him before it was too late?
That did it. Now I was hyperventilating. I closed my eyes and forced my arms up and apart, swimming for dear life through layers of writhing, grinding bodies. I nearly cried when I felt a burst of winter air on my face. I'd made it out to the balcony. I staggered to an open love seat and leaned against its back as I drank in gulp after gulp of fresh air.
I was back; I was okay. I took another deep breath, this one calm and centering, and looked out over the nighttime Paris skyline, the Eiffel Tower bathed in yellow lights. It was beautiful. Automatically I reached for the camera bag dangling at my hip, but of course I hadn't brought it to the club. I sighed and let my hand drift to the silver iris charm I always wore around my neck. I ran my fingers over its three upright petals and three drooping sepals. The petals represent faith, valor, and wisdom, my dad had said when he fastened the necklace around my neck on my fifth birthday. You already have all those things in spades, little girl, he'd continued, then knelt down to look me straight in the eye. But when things get tough and you forget, this necklace can remind you.
Wedged in the middle of an ocean of people, I gasped for air, but nothing came. The heat from a million writhing bodies radiated over me, their sweat weighing down the air. I searched anxiously for an escape, but painfully bright lights strobed on and off, clouding my sense of direction.
I was losing it. I was going to pass out.
I forced in a deep breath and tried to talk myself down. I was fine. It wasn't like I was anywhere dangerous. I was on a dance floor, in the most exclusive nightclub in Paris. People lined up all night in the freezing cold for even a chance to stand where I was now.
It didn't help. The techno beat thrummed into my brain, five notes repeating over and over and over until I knew I'd have to scream. The crowd pushed even closer and I couldn't move my arms, could barely turn my head, and I had a sudden vision of this being forever, an eternity packed in this tiny space as confining as a coffin.
Like my father's coffin. Did he have a coffin? Was he even buried? Did anyone even know when he died? Was he alone, lost in the jungle? Was he attacked by animals? Was he found and tortured? Had he prayed for us to save him before it was too late?
That did it. Now I was hyperventilating. I closed my eyes and forced my arms up and apart, swimming for dear life through layers of writhing, grinding bodies. I nearly cried when I felt a burst of winter air on my face. I'd made it out to the balcony. I staggered to an open love seat and leaned against its back as I drank in gulp after gulp of fresh air.
I was back; I was okay. I took another deep breath, this one calm and centering, and looked out over the nighttime Paris skyline, the Eiffel Tower bathed in yellow lights. It was beautiful. Automatically I reached for the camera bag dangling at my hip, but of course I hadn't brought it to the club. I sighed and let my hand drift to the silver iris charm I always wore around my neck. I ran my fingers over its three upright petals and three drooping sepals. The petals represent faith, valor, and wisdom, my dad had said when he fastened the necklace around my neck on my fifth birthday. You already have all those things in spades, little girl, he'd continued, then knelt down to look me straight in the eye. But when things get tough and you forget, this necklace can remind you.
To learn more about Hilary Duff and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
She's recently co-written Elixir, Hilary Duff's first YA novel.
Her new book, Populazzi, comes out on August 2011, by Harcourt Children's Books.
To learn more about Elise Allen and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
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