Welcome to day's stop on the Spell For Sophia (Book4 of the Teen Wytche Saga) by Ariella Moon Blog Tour hosted by I am a Reader, not a writer. Today's stop is a review. There is also a great giveaway to enter where you could win a $25 Amazon gift card or paypal cash. Read on and I hope you enjoy this stop
Review:After reading and reviewing the first 3 books in this series. I was really looking forward to the fourth book and I am pleased to say it didn't disappoint. I was a wee bit apprehensive about starting with a whole new character, who we barely knew at first. Reason being that at the beginning of book 3, we were introduced to a brand new character and the characters we knew didn't really pop up until the end and it took me a few chapters to warm up to Ainslie. So starting a book with an unfamiliar character character had me a little worried. However the story alternated between Ainslie and Sophia's point of view creating a nice balance between old and new and I grew to like the new characters as much as the ones I was alreday familiar with.
I liked the theme of friendship in the book and the fact that the characters stayed consistent throughout all four books. As in the previous books, Ms Moon broaches a serious topic with sensitivity and this story is as much about the developmental journey of the characters as a story about magic. I also liked the use of the spell book as the continuing theme morphing as it needed to and a lot of the time, it drove the story taking the characters along with it.
I liked that there was time travel as I love time travel stories and i thought it weaved well with the ultimate story. However the story left me wanting more but in a good way. It left me wanting to know more about Sophia's story, more about Yemaya's story, who I think has an extremely interesting story to tell.
Most of all this story kept me in it until the end. It moved along at a good pace, the characters were well written and diverse and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I give this story 3 1/2 stars!
Spell for Sophia
Breaux knows Sophia is trouble — but he’ll travel through time, battle zombies, and risk his bright future to protect her. While Ainslie, best friend extraordinaire, will jeopardize her sanity to find and aid Sophia. When friendship, magic, and love are not enough, Sophia will have to save herself. But first, she must believe she’s worth saving.
Sometimes the worst scars are the ones you cannot see.
The Teen Wytche Saga by Ariella Moon
Think magic will solve your problems?
Bring you love? Cure you? Protect you? Help you find someone who is lost?
Magic tests friendships. It hisses, chirps, stinks up the room, backfires, and explodes. Magic forces you to make tough decisions. Shatter limitations. Discover your true self. When you use magic, expect results in the ultimate triple-un—unpredictable, uncontrollable, and so undeniable.
And you thought navigating high school was tough.
Author Ariella Moon
Ariella Moon is the author of the Teen Wytche Saga, a sweet Young Adult paranormal series. Ariella writes about magic, friendship, high school, secrets, and love in Spell Check, Spell Struck, and Spell Fire from Astraea Press.
Ariella spent her childhood searching for a magical wardrobe that would transport her to Narnia. Extreme math anxiety, and taller students who mistook her for a leaning post, marred her youth. Despite these horrors, she graduated summa cum laude from the University of California at Davis. Ariella is a Reiki Master, author, and shaman. She lives a nearly normal life with her extraordinary daughter, two shamelessly spoiled dogs, and an enormous dragon.
Excerpt from Spell for Sophia Breaux followed me onto the streetcar and bought day passes with exact change. I scanned the streetcar's vintage interior for two seats together. I ignored the pinched brows and alarmed stares from our fellow passengers. Most of them fixated on a point behind me. With dismay I realized Breaux's blood-soaked bandana was drawing too much attention. Someone was bound to notice his uncanny resemblance to the congressman. The last thing we needed was to derail the time-space continuum or spark rumors.The migraine over my eye throbbed.I discovered an empty row toward the back and claimed the window seat. Breaux shoved our passes into his jeans pocket, then roosted beside me. He placed the backpack at his feet and kept his chin down. His hands trembled and twitched against his thighs. Caffeine, sugar, and shock, I thought. The cloth over his gash sported blood in varying shades of red. It appeared wet and sticky. The sight of it made me queasy and I had to swallow hard. Breaux's ashen pallor hadn't improved. Worry worsened my stomach. Breaux needed to go to the hospital and get stitched up. Someone should x-ray him and see if he had a fracture or concussion. Or both.Merciful Mary, please help us complete whatever must be done here so we can return to our own time.A flicker of color flashed outside the window. I swiveled toward it, thinking maybe it was a flag. Wrong! The hints of gold and red sprung from a wispy paisley top worn by an African-American teen hovering several feet off the ground. My brain registered, ghost! My hand flew to my mouth to muffle a shriek.The movement must have caught the ghost's eye. She zoomed to the window and pressed her nose against the glass. I shrank against Breaux. The wraith's peace sign necklace swung through the pane, almost touching my chin before it dropped. The temperature plummeted several degrees.I shot Breaux a furtive sideways glance. His attention was fixed on Nervous Guy, who was making his way toward us. The ghost bracketed her face with her hands and peered through the window. Brackish swamp smells assaulted my nose. Water dripped from her long curly Afro and slid down the sides of her hands and onto the windowpane. I wondered if she could hear my heart thundering."Are you the Mexican?" the wraith asked.My eyes widened. Is the drug cartel employing ghosts? Speechless, my gaze darted across her face. She's no older than Breaux. Unlike Mam'zelle, whose spirit had transitioned into a being of light, the ghost still retained her human form and the clothes she must have been wearing when she died. Her skin, though blue-gray in death, still showed patches of its former nutmeg color. She had Breaux's nose.The ghost pointed a wet finger. "Is he Shiloh Breaux Martine?""Umm. Breaux…" My fingers dug into his thigh.
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