HIDDEN Blog Tour: Character Interview
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Sixteen-year-old Leah Grant has given up on being normal. Sheâd settle for stopping the voices in her head, intrusive visions of the future, and better odds of making it to her seventeenth birthday.
Thatâs the thing about pretending to be human in a world where magic used to exist â at any moment, her cover could be blown and sheâll be burned to death like the rest of the witches.
Everything changes when she loses control of her powers and flees the orphanage she grew up in. She desperately wants to be invisible but finds her face plastered on every news channel as humans panic over the possible resurgence of her kind. And now the hunters wonât give up until they find her.
Making friends for the first time in her life and falling in love with one of them drives her to discover why she is unlike any being sheâs ever met â human or otherwise. The dangerous powers inside of her that would repel Nathan, her new, handsome reason for living, are priceless to some. The locked up forever kind of priceless. And to others, they are too dangerous to allow her to live.
Letâs hope she can stay hidden.
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Character interview with Leah/Christine
So, Leah ⦠or is it Christine?
Leah is what the nuns named me at my school. My real name is Christine.
Which one would you like me to call you?
Whichever you want.
Okay, Iâll go with Leah. First, I want you to relax. I know what youâre hiding. Your secret is safe with me. Okay?
Okay.
So when did you first realize you werenât ⦠human?
It sort of becomes apparent when you canât seem to think of another room without accidentally moving to it.
That must have been scary. I guess I can answer my next question on my own, then. I was going to ask if you had one wish, what would it be. Iâd bet it would be to be human. Am I right?
Yeah. Life would be ⦠uh ⦠simpler that way.
Tell me a little about the disguise you keep up. How do you hide your powers?
Itâs difficult. I have to be quiet and careful. I have to watch my every move. But Iâm still alive so ⦠I obviously donât suck at it too much.
Obviously. Hats off to you. Have you picked up anything from imitating a human? Do you have typical teenage quirks? A favorite color or food?
I guess I have a favorite food. If oranges count.
Yeah, that counts. What about other typical high school things? Do you have a most embarrassing moment?
Thereâs too many to choose from. Let me see. Eighth grade, right after a math test Iâd completely bombed. Iâd been fighting with my magic all day. It seemed like every time I moved, something else in the classroom would move with me. So naturally, Iâd stopped moving.
A girl I hate, Sienna, screamed my name from the back of class and asked if I was constipated. I guess I looked kind of constipated. Anyway, I tried to move so I wouldnât look as strange, and the American flag hanging over the chalkboard crashed to Sister Margaretâs desk. Scared out of my mind, I ran out of class. Of course, everyone thought I ran to the bathroom because of stomach issues.
They called me Pepto for weeks.
Yikes, thatâs embarrassing, all right. It doesnât sound like you have friends, so what do you do in your spare time?
I draw. Iâm pretty good at it. I did a full-scale sketch of the orphanage with shading and everything when I was six. That should have tipped me off that I wasnât normal.
That sounds spectacular. Do you see yourself becoming an artist when you grow up?
Grow up? Iâve never thought about it. I guess Iâll have to pray that Iâll live long enough to make career decisions. Wish me luck.
Good luck, and thanks for chatting with me today.
About the Author
M. Lathan
M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests â creating new worlds and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking rhetorical questions ⦠like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.
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