Welcome to Shelf Candy Saturday the awesome weekly meme hosted by Stephanie over at Five Alarm Book reviews. During this meme we celebrate the covers we love to look at and honor the artists who made them. FOr more information visit Stephanies fantastic blog: http://www.fivealarmbookreviews.com
My choice for Shelf Candy this week is a series of books that I have yet to read but would love to:
The Premonition Series by Amy Bartol
My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me–my freshman year of college. I’d been hoping that once I’d arrived on Crestwood’s campus, the nightmare that I’ve been having would go away. It hasn’t.
I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I’m grounded…sane. I look for rational explanations to even the strangest circumstances. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he’s near, I feel an attraction to him–a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you’re thinking…that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would be…if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I’m the worst thing that has ever happened to Crestwood…or him. But get this, for some reason every time I turn around he’s there, barging into my life.
What is the secret that he’s keeping from me? I’m hoping that it’s anything but what I suspect: that he’s not exactly normal…and neither am I. So, maybe Crestwood won’t be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I’ve been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is…inescapable.
Book Two: Intuition
I don’t open my eyes so I can’t see him, but I can smell him. He thickens the air I breathe, choking me with his scent…his aroma. I shiver. I have to resist. If I’m not strong, then I will be relegated to the same fate as this predator whose sickness infects me even now. But now, I crave him and he knows that; he has been counting on my need to end the gnawing pain. How he would savor my surrender. I’m alive, but how much longer will it take until I beg him not to be?
Book Three: Indebted
I hang my head in sorrow for just a moment when I know I am truly alone. I feel like I’m going to my execution, just as he had said. Then I move forward again. I hop a fence of fieldstone and cross a field dotted with Queen Anne’s lace. Goose bumps rise on my arms as I pass the cluster of windmills that I have seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon me in visions. I gaze down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that I knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing me the way
These covers are beautiful. The white and black with pops of red are just gorgeous and the play on the colors, the contrast and the shadows are so striking. I love the detail on the feathers, they look so soft as if I know exactly how they would feel to the touch. The second cover has the trees int he background and that scene has always appealed to me. It’s so mysterious. What is hiding in the trees, in the shadows and lurking int he dark…
Even just the black and white on the first cover is striking. I really want to know what is between the cover, what are the words that fill up the page – make up the story?? These books are now on my To-read pile. Near the top.
What do you think?