Whisper by Heather Hildenbrand
New Adult Paranormal Fantasy
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The Cherokee believe when a person dies, their soul is reborn. Life is repeated. An endless cycle of lessons to be learned, love to be found, destiny to be fulfilled. For the past six months, in every flower, every bird, I’ve imagined my parents, relieved of their human forms.
Now, after five months at the Skye View Wellness Center, it was summer. A time for parties and friends, but that’s the last thing I want to do. So when my best friend Erin convinces me to attend a bonfire at Eagle Point, I can’t handle the crowd full of sympathetic stares or drunken class clowns who would use my tragedy as a way into my heart – or my pants. The solitude of the woods offers an escape, until I stumble upon a boy, unconscious and bleeding, his pockets stuffed not with identification but with poetry illustrating the beauty of dying. I’ve seen enough death. I will not leave this boy’s side.
Even after he wakes, when the only thing he can remember are visions of events that haven’t happened yet…
- There’s something about Dylan and Whisper that’s both poetic and whimsical. Their chemistry transcends time and space and blossoms into this perfect love. It’s beautiful, breathtaking and enough to make you believe in the power of true love. Dylan and Whisper are stubborn, they fight, they tease each other but underneath everything is fierce devotion and the sense that their feelings run so much deeper and span so much longer than just this time period. Their love is the sort of epic that inspires and grants hope. I adored how Dylan and Whisper were together, the heat between them was undeniable but the easy, understanding way they interacted and could just be with each other in silence was so much more.
- The Cherokee legends and lifestyle, the rituals, association with animals and their beliefs were simultaneously a history lesson and teleportation into another life. Everything was so detailed and aptly described that the connection between the characters and Cherokee magic was not only believable but seemed natural. The small stories were snapshots into the culture and it was so cool how everything was interconnected and linked to the cyclical function of reincarnation/life.
- There were several surprises, the kind that leave you mouth agape wondering how you could have possibly missed something that big.
- Whisper’s bond with the animals is incredibly endearing. The way her need to save parallels her loss is heartbreaking and displays such poignant compassion. Dolly is hilarious, she has such fabulous attitude even if she has no lines.
- Dylan is sexy, mysterious, and compelling. The way he ceaselessly researches and endeavours to protect Whisper is enough to wi book boyfriend status. He doesn’t have many flirty lines but when they’re there, it’s scorching hot. The romantic scenes between Whisper and Dylan are the kind you read over and over again. 🙂
- Whisper is broken but not beaten. It’s really enriching just experiencing Whisper’s thoughts and emotions as she tries to find herself again after the devastating loss she’s suffered and to have a curse and everything else thrown in with that it’s astonishing she didn’t crack under the stress. Whisper has worked so hard to overcome her grief, to regain her chance at living and there’s nothing more inspirational that a woman who has faced the absolute worst and grown stronger from it, clinging to hope and not letting defeat rule her.
- Some sections were a little slow and seemed to drag.
- Something that really irked my was how Whisper dealt with assault. At first, it seemed like her reactions were perfect, she fought, she escaped, she did everything in her power to save herself from terrible situations that will make your skin crawl, however, when she is actually physically injured, she does nothing and had doubts. I wanted to strangle her. It just seemed like her logic was skewed.
- Erin was an inbetween character, as were a few of the secondary characters. They have cameo appearances and then disappear. While Erin was there for Whisper when she needed her most, there’s not enough of her to form a strong opinion for like or dislike.
The gold dress was both beautiful and evil all at once.
I stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes, frowning until my face hurt and contemplating how Erin would react if I showed up to my party wearing jeans and a sweatshirt instead.
My reflection reminded me of the vision, and even though Dylan said it wasn’t this exact dress, it felt close enough—the shimmery, silky material that felt like water in my hands, the way it pooled at my feet even with my strappy heels. It was as if the dress itself held the ability to make that vision a reality simply by wearing it. But I had nothing else.
I told myself it was my own fears reflecting back. Fancy fabric couldn’t manifest a destiny any more than a person could fight it. But, although the sun still blazed with late afternoon heat, the day felt ominous. Or maybe it was me.
Taregan hadn’t made a play—hell, he hadn’t made a peep—since our parking lot encounter. That’d been days ago. I wanted to find out whether his blood ritual had worked, but Dylan refused to contact him. For any reason. Every time I brought it up, his fury worked its way into his tense jaw and then his pursed lips and I gave up. The warrior wouldn’t budge.
Time, on the other hand, only moved forward. And now we were here, my birthday.
Dylan was in his room, supposedly showering, though I’d checked on him twice already, and he’d been standing in the middle of his room, eyes glued to another history book he’d brought up from the stacks. A last-minute loophole search. So far, nothing.
I strained my ears and thought I heard the sound of water running. I’d give him ten more minutes and then check again.
Thinking of Dylan, picturing his face, was enough to make me tremble. And it had nothing to do with Taregan or curses or anything beyond my own body’s lust thermometer. I locked my knees against the weakness that threatened as I thought back to the other night in the library. Hands and mouths exploring, asking, taking. There had been a moment, though brief, where nerves had threatened to shut me down. But then Dylan had removed his clothes and the way he looked in the soft light of the fire, his broad chest and satin shoulders, had taken my breath away. And given me a confidence only our kind of unerring love could. After that, it had been …
Was there a word for something that amazing?
Author of Across the Galaxy, Whisper, and the Dirty Blood series. I write, read, and fuss at my kids. Oh, and I do laundry, lots of laundry. I’m pretty good at it, too. Sometimes I even read WHILE doing laundry – and fussing at my kids. I’m a multi-tasker.
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