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What if everything did happen for a reason?
Elizabeth has a crush on a boy and the day he notices her, her stepdad announces they are moving to a different country. She is devastated, but in Ireland, she meets Jared and meeting him knocks the air right out of her lungs. It is as if she had always know him. Something happens, and because of a silly decision by Elizabeth their paths separate, but then Elizabeth meets Joshua. Through a series of events, some sad and some happy, Elizabeth comes to the place where she was always meant to be.
The writing style, expressive of a young girl's experience and accentuated by a dreamy present tense style, offers an excellent read. - Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards, Expert Reviewer 2010
"Recycled Souls" grabs the reader with a personal but very absorbing story, projecting the main character's emotions with unusual intensity. - Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards, Expert Reviewer 2010
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TRY IT NOWExcerpt © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter One
I smile broadly all the way home from school.
There is a skip in my step and a song in my heart, and it feels as if my life is on track, everything is perfect and nothing could ever change how I feel - nothing at all.
I have always secretly liked Jason, and although he went out with Carol for almost two years, I still have a serious crush on him. He is, after all, the most popular, most handsome boy in school, and now it appears, he is eventually aware of my existence.
This afternoon I saw him standing on the steps leading away from school, waiting for someone, and I was going to walk past, as always. I usually pretend I do not notice him, and then at the last moment, I will look up and say, "Hi, Jason," casually, in my over-practiced voice.
Just as I opened my mouth to deliver my line, I heard him say, "Hi, Elizabeth," in that deep, husky voice of his.
Abruptly my mind went void of all thoughts and intentions, and although my gut feeling urged me to walk away, the butterflies in my stomach tumbling and dropping, my feet stopped moving anyway.
I turned toward him and said, "Hi, Jason," a bit awkwardly, but making sure to let his name almost whisper over my lips - once again over practiced, and my feeble attempt at being sexy.
My mind filled rapidly with screaming and shouting, so loudly, it was difficult to hear myself think and besides, I did not want him to realize he had just made my day, in fact, made my life.
I made a quick exit, before I started babbling, making a fool of myself. My feet started to walk me away again, and I smiled sweetly up over my shoulder, catching his gaze following me.
I cannot believe he actually knows my name. I replay this very short conversation with him in my mind over and over again, the entire way home. I cannot wait to share my news with someone, anyone.
What I did not realize, is that my future is not in my hands, and change is not a choice.
As soon as I walk through my front door, I know something is wrong. My mom and Sean approach me, and if not for Sean's happy smile, I would be thinking someone died. My mom looks cheerful, but nervous, as she comes to stand next to me, putting her arm across my shoulders reassuringly.
Then the radiant, happy smile fades from my face, as my world crashes to my feet.
Sean announces with great excitement, "We are moving."
I look at him shocked. "Where?" I feel my mom's hand on my shoulder tighten encouragingly.
"To Ireland," he beams.
"When did this happen?" I ask in disbelief. This cannot be happening to me. Not now. Not today.
"Your mom and I have been discussing it for a while, and we made the decision last week. I have made a few phone calls and everything just fell into place."
I feel fear push up in my chest, from the immense despondency suddenly filling me like a flash flood, permeating every cell in my body. I move away from my mom, mumbling, "I am going to my room. Homework."
Moving away from my mom, I feel her hand drop from my shoulders. I sense she wants to say something. Something to encourage me, to motivate me, but I do not want to hear what she has to say. I need to be alone.
As I climb the stairs to my room, thoughts rush through my mind: we are moving not just house or city, but country.
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