Suze is a mediator ' a liaison between the living and the dead. In other words, she sees dead people. And they won't leave her alone until she helps them resolve their unfinished business with the living. But Jesse, the hot ghost haunting her bedroom, doesn't seem to need her help. Which is a relief, because Suze has just moved to sunny California and plans to start fresh, with trips to the mall instead of the cemetery, and surfing instead of spectral visitations.
But the very first day at her new school, Suze realizes it's not that easy. There's a ghost with revenge on her mind ... and Suze happens to be in the way.
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Posted July 20, 2010 by Rebekah , Sierra Vista, AZSuze is a one-of-a-kind girl for sure. I have never seen ghosts and mediators portrayed in this way before, and I must say it is a refreshing change. The cover pulls me right into the story and all the way to the last page. Suze isn't much like me, but she is an interesting person to read about. The ghosts have a whole new makeover in this story, one that isn't the normal transparent tormented creatures, but actually make you realize these were once real people. Cabot's creation is definitely different from the sparkling world of the Princess Diaries, but in a very good way. It makes me wonder if people would act as Suze does in situations like these, and it really gets you wondering about a lot of interesting questions. I really want to read the next books after finishing this one, and Meg Cabot is the kind of writer I'd love to be--everything she does draws me right in until I turn the last page!
December 28, 2004
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Excerpt from The Mediator #1: Shadowland by Meg Cabot
They told me there'd be palm trees.
I didn't believe them, but that's what they told me. They told me I'd be able to see them from the plane.
Oh, I know they have palm trees in southern California. I mean, I'm not a complete moron. I've watched 90210, and everything. But I was moving to northern California. I didn't expect to see palm trees in northern California. Not after my mom told me not to give away all my sweaters.
"Oh, no," my mom had said. "You'll need them. Your coats, too. It can get cold there. Not as cold as New York, maybe, but pretty chilly."
Which was why I wore my black leather motorcycle jacket on the plane. I could have shipped it, I guess, with the rest of my stuff, but it kind of made me feel better to wear it.
So there I was, sitting on the plane in a black leather motorcycle jacket, seeing these palm trees through the window as we landed. And I thought, Great. Black leather and palm trees. Already I'm fitting in, just like I knew I would ' .
My mom isn't particularly fond of my leather jacket, but I swear I didn't wear it to make her mad, or anything. I'm not resentful of the fact that she decided to marry a guy who lives three thousand miles away, forcing me to leave school in the middle of my sophomore year; abandon the best ' and pretty much only ' friend I've had since kindergarten; leave the city I've been living in for all of my sixteen years.
Oh, no. I'm not a bit resentful.
The thing is, I really do like Andy, my new step-dad. He's good for my mom. He makes her happy. And he's very nice to me.
It's just this moving-to-California thing that bugs me.
Oh, and did I mention Andy's three other kids
They were all there to greet me when I got off the plane. My mom, Andy, and Andy's three sons. Sleepy, Dopey, and Doc, I call them. They're my new stepbrothers.
"Susie!" Even if I hadn't heard my mom squealing my name as I walked through the gate, I wouldn't have missed them ' my new family. Andy was making his two youngest boys hold up this big sign that said WELCOME HOME, SUSANNAH! Everybody getting off my flight was walking by it, going, "Aw, look how cute," to their travel companions, and smiling at me in this sickening way.
Oh, yeah. I'm fitting in. I'm fitting in just great.