Shiver

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can't replace / the version of me that I hold inside/ when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you. "I like your hair," she said. (p. 157)

'CABRA
by Joe

THE END

Not because the attention bothered me, but because every time someone remembered I was dragged from my tire swing, they remembered it could happen to anyone. And I wondered how many someones it would take before they decided to go after the wolves.

To go after my wolf.

I knew this was the real reason why I couldn’t forgive Jack for dying.

I could smell her blood, a warm, bright scent in this dead, cold world. I saw Salem jerk and tremble as he ripped at her clothing.

My stomach twisted, painful—it had been so long since I’d eaten. I wanted to push through the wolves to stand next to Salem and pretend that I couldn’t smell her humanness or hear her soft moans. She was so little underneath our wildness, the pack pressing against her, wanting to trade her life for ours.

Cool air bit my cheeks and pinched at the tops of my ears, reminding me that summer was officially over. My stocking cap was stuffed in the pocket of my coat, but I knew my wolf didn’t always recognize me when I was wearing it, so I left it off. I squinted at the edge of the yard and stepped off the deck, trying to look nonchalant as I did. The piece of beef in my hand felt cold and slick.

I crunched out across the brittle, colorless grass into the middle of the yard and stopped, momentarily dazzled by the violent pink of the sunset through the fluttering black leaves of the trees. This stark landscape was a world away from the small, warm kitchen with its comforting smells of easy survival. Where I was supposed to belong. Where I should’ve wanted to be. But the trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.

Grace was bitten by some wolves in the woods near her house when she was six. One of them supposedly saved her, and she has been in love with him ever since. Turns out, the wolf is not merely a wolf, but a werewolf. A boy in Grace’s class was murdered by the wolves, which puts them in imminent danger. Grace is overcome with a fiery need to protect them, especially her wolf, and find a way to stay with him forever.

“What do you eat?"
"Baby bunnies." She narrowed her eyes, so I grinned and said, "Adult bunnies, too. I'm an equal-opportunity bunny-eater.”

I really had high hopes for Shiver.
This is the story of Grace and Sam,and how Sam tries to stay human for their love.
It was cute but there was nothing interesting about the topic. The book was kind of boring. I turned every page with hope of action but, nope...
I liked the characters. Grace was tolarable and Sam was cute. I adored the way Sam

“What do you eat?"
"Baby bunnies." She narrowed her eyes, so I grinned and said, "Adult bunnies, too. I'm an equal-opportunity bunny-eater.”

I really had high hopes for Shiver.
This is the story of Grace and Sam,and how Sam tries to stay human for their love.
It was cute but there was nothing interesting about the topic. The book was kind of boring. I turned every page with hope of action but, nope...
I liked the characters. Grace was tolarable and Sam was cute. I adored the way Sam loved Grace. But the book was unnecessarily long even for his cuteness.
Well, I also liked the writing style. The book was beautifully written, felt like poetry sometimes.
I still had higher expectations.