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Sep 2, 2013

Look Inside Mind Games by Kiersten White

Fia and Annie are as close as two sisters can be. They look out for each other. Protect each other. And most importantly, they keep each other's secrets, even the most dangerous ones: Annie is blind, but can see visions of the future; Fia was born with flawless intuition—her first impulse is always exactly right. When the sisters are offered a place at an elite boarding school, Fia realizes that something is wrong . . . but she doesn't grasp just how wrong. The Keane Institute is no ordinary school, and Fia is soon used for everything from picking stocks to planting bombs. If she tries to refuse, they threaten her with Annie's life. Now Fia's falling in love with a boy who has dark secrets of his own. And with his help, she's ready to fight back. They stole her past. They control her present. But she won't let them take her future.

Excerpt:

FIA
Seven Years Ago

My dress is black and itchy and I hate it. I want to peel it off and I want to kick Aunt Ellen for making me wear it. And it's short, my legs in white tights stretching out too long under the hem. I haven't worn this dress in two years, not since I was nine, and I hated it then, too.

Annie's dress is just as stupid as mine, but at least she can't see how dumb we look. I can. I don't want to be embarrassed today. Today is for being sad. But I am sad and embarrassed and uncomfortable, too.

It should be raining. It's supposed to rain at funerals. I want it to rain, but the sun bakes down and it hurts my eyes and everything is sharp and bright like the world doesn't know the earth is swallowing up my parents.

My parents. My parents. Mom and Dad.

Annie cries softly next to me, her head bent so low we're nearly the same height. I'm glad she can't see any of this, can't see the caskets, can't see the mats of fake green grass around them. Just show us the dirt. They are going in the dirt. I would rather see the dirt.

I reach out and take Annie's hand in mine. I squeeze it and squeeze it because she is my responsibility now, and no one else's. I'll take care of her, I promise my parents. I'll take care of her.

FIA
Monday Morning

The moment he bends over to help the sorrow-eyed spaniel puppy, I know I won't be able to kill him.

This, of course, ruins my entire day.

I tap my fingers (tap tap tap them) nervously against my jeans. He's still helping the puppy, untangling the leash from a tree outside the bar. And he's not only setting it free, he's talking to it. I can't hear the words but I can in the puppy's tail that, however he's talking, he's talking just right, all tender sweet comfort as his long fingers deftly twist and unwind and undo my entire day, my entire life. Because if he doesn't die today, Annie will, and that is one death I cannot have on my conscience.


Tara Says:

So Kiersten White is completely awesome, and I'm not saying that just because of that one time we fought off flying sharks with chainsaws together. I loved her Paranormalcy series, which was laugh-out-loud funny, poignant and also romantic and kick-ass. I (mumble-mumble haven't yet read) Mind Games, but I can tell from today's excerpt that it's going to rock and can't wait to.

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