Dead Is the New Black (Dead Is Series #1)

Dead Is the New Black (Dead Is Series #1)

by Marlene Perez

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Welcome to Nightshade, California—a small town full of secrets. It’s home to the pyschic Giordano sisters, who have a way of getting mixed up in mysteries. During their investigations, they run across everything from pom-pom-shaking vampires to shape-shifting boyfriends to a clue-spewing jukebox. With their psychic powers and some sisterly support, they can crack any case!

Teenage girls are being mysteriously attacked all over town, including at Nightshade High School, where Daisy Giordano is a junior. When Daisy discovers that a vampire may be the culprit, she can’t help but suspect head cheerleader Samantha Devereaux, who returned from summer break with a new “look.” Samantha appears a little . . . well, dead, and all the most popular kids at school are copying her style.

Is looking dead just another fashion trend for Samantha, or is there something more sinister going on? To find out, Daisy joins the cheerleading squad.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780152064082
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 09/01/2008
Series: Dead Is Series , #1
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 163,438
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 6.90(h) x 0.70(d)
Lexile: HL640L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Marlene Perez is the author of eight books in the Dead Is Series, including Dead Is The New Black, an ALA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers. She lives in Orange County, California. Visit her website at

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Being dead became fashionable approximately forty-five minutes after Samantha "the Divine" Devereaux came back from summer break.

Although stylish as ever, there was still something off about the Divine Devereaux. She strolled down the hall wearing a cleavage-baring top, a miniskirt, and stiletto heels. Her long blond hair had been freshly highlighted.

But unlike after previous summer vacations, Samantha didn’t have that sun-kissed Cabo glow. Her skin was, forgive the phrase, dead white.

A large silver pendant hung around her neck, but I couldn’t get a close look at it. I wasn’t the only one trying to sneak a peek, because heads turned more than usual as she strutted down the hall.

"Get out of my way, Daisy," she snapped at me as she passed by.

She was only slightly hampered by the coffin she was dragging behind her. At first I thought it was a giant wheelie backpack.

But my clue came when Penny Edwards, who could have brought home a gold in social climbing if it were an Olympic sport, rushed up to Samantha. "Where did you get that . . ."

"Coffin," Samantha supplied helpfully. "Mort’s Mortuary. Burnished mahogany. Scaled to size for those of us with petite frames." I could have sworn she eyed my thighs with a look of scorn.

"Lined with satin?" Penny asked.

She recoiled in horror. "Silk, of course."

"Of course," Penny tittered. Samantha went on her way, and Penny, faster than you could say dead girl walking, was on her cell phone to Mort’s Mortuary.

After first period, I saw Mr. Amador, our principal, talking to Samantha in the hallway, so I loitered long enough to eavesdrop.

He started with a lot of throat clearing and then said, "My dear, why on earth have you adopted such an . . . unusual look? You look like a vampire."

"The preferred term is ‘undead’ or, if you must, ‘living challenged,’" she said, nose in the air. "I’m not a vampire. The thought of drinking blood is disgusting. And think of all those calories!"

"But, but you’re a student council member, head cheerleader. You represent Nightshade High to the world . . ."

"Now I represent Nightshade looking like this," Samantha said.

While Mr. Amador sputtered and coughed, she swept away but called over her shoulder, "And why don’t we let Daddy’s lawyer decide whether or not I can continue to attend Nightshade High looking like this?" With that she snapped open her cell and punched in a number. Interesting that she had Daddy’s lawyer on speed dial.

After Samantha lawyered up, Mr. Amador had no choice. He had to let Samantha wear whatever she wanted, as long as it was within the school dress code. And since our school dress code didn’t say anything about dressing in black, dead white skin, or bloodred lips, he was stuck.

By the time the dismissal bell rang, I was sick of hearing everyone talking about Samantha’s new "look." I shut my locker, which closed with a clang.

"Hey, Giordano, what’s up?" Ryan Mendez asked. He was the closest friend I had these days. His dad was chief of police in Nightshade.

When I didn’t answer but just stood there frowning, he continued, "I saw your mom on the news last night."

My mom had been helping his dad solve crimes since Ryan and I were both in diapers. Mom’s a psychic, the real deal, not the kind who reads your palm for ten bucks. Although she could probably do that, too. Instead, she spends her time crime solving.

We live in a small town—peaceful enough, I guess, but it’s always been a little strange here. Nightshade started as a little frontier town a couple of hundred years ago, and it had a long history of strange occurrences, odd inhabitants, and most of all, secrets. The town was full of secrets.

I realized I hadn’t responded to Ryan. "Yep, Mom said as soon as she touched the scarf, she knew where the body was."

"Cool." Ryan turned to get a better view of Samantha giggling with Penny at her locker.

"What do you think about all that?" I murmured, with a nod toward Samantha.

"She still looks beautiful," he replied, not taking his eyes from her.

I restrained the involuntary gag that rose to my throat. He’s had a crush on her since second grade.

I made a face.

"Daisy, I know you don’t like her," Ryan continued. "And I know she embarrassed you back in middle school, but she didn’t mean to."

Embarrass was an understatement. Humiliate. Devastate. Annihilate. Those were more accurate word choices.

"I don’t want to talk about it," I said. "In fact, I’d be happy if her name was never mentioned again."

But Samantha Devereaux was all anybody wanted to talk about. The rest of the week was devoted to watching her every move and then rehashing it endlessly. The goths howled with rage and frustration: The popular kids, now sporting Samantha’s look, were on their turf. Finally, in protest, the goths, girls and guys, switched to lime green or hot pink skirts, matching sweater sets, and pearls.

The one thing that people didn’t seem to be able to duplicate was the pendant that never left Samantha’s neck. I was curious about it, but since I wasn’t in her close circle of friends, I still hadn’t gotten a good look at it.

By Friday, I’d had more than enough of the Samantha Devereaux madness. After school, I sat on our porch swing with a glass of lemonade, trying to clear my head of the week’s weirdness.

That’s when I saw Samantha climbing into her boyfriend Sean Walsh’s bedroom. She was using her coffin as a step stool to get in through the window. Sean had lived next door to us since third grade, so I knew his bedroom was on the first floor, with the window near the big rose bush. A few minutes later, I heard Sean’s deep voice, a series of giggles from Samantha, and then silence.

Samantha Devereaux was dead and she was getting more action than me. Life wasn’t fair.

My moment of solitude didn’t last long anyway.

"It’s your turn to cook dinner, twerp," my sister Poppy announced. She was only a year older than me, but she liked to push me around. Now that she was a senior, it was even worse.

She threw herself beside me on the swing, and it rocked violently.

"My lemonade!" I said, but it was too late. I watched as the glass started to tip over and then . . . didn’t.

I looked up. Poppy smiled complacently.

"Show-off," I said. I headed for the kitchen.

Life wasn’t fair. Poppy never used her telekinesis for anything major. I thought of all the things I would do if I had her powers. But I didn’t, so it looked liked I’d be making dinner again the old-fashioned way.

Not only am I the baby, I’m the only nonpsychic in the family. My dad disappeared under mysterious circumstances when I was eleven. He was a normal just like me.

Do you know how hard it is to be the only nonpsychic in a family of psychics? Trust me, it’s tough.

Like the time I had a date with Brian Miller (my first and last date, thanks to my sister Poppy.) I borrowed Poppy’s sweater without asking, thinking she’d never find out. Her psychic abilities hadn’t fully developed yet, so I figured I was safe.

But she knew all right.

When Poppy discovered her sweater was missing, she just concentrated and told it to come on home.

Unfortunately, I was with Brian at the time, sitting at the Dairy Queen. I was also wearing the sweater in question.

The date had been going well. He talked about himself—but not too much—and he had an adorable smile. The smiled faded fast when he saw my sweater hover in the air and then float out the door.

Luckily, I was wearing a cami under the sweater or it would have been even more embarrassing. As it was, Brian broke out in a sweat. He didn’t even finish his sundae, and I was home twenty minutes later.

Needless to say, I never borrowed Poppy’s clothes without asking again and Brian Miller never asked me on another date. And neither did anybody else.

It seemed like I was always the one who ended up cooking dinner. Mom’s cases often kept her late. My other sister, Rose, who was a freshman at the local college, UC Nightshade, was always studying, and Poppy was—well, I don’t know what Poppy was doing, besides annoying me. She certainly wasn’t cooking dinner.

I rummaged through the contents of our fridge, which were pretty pathetic. Some wilted lettuce, a couple of cartons of suspicious-smelling takeout, and a twelve-pack of diet soda. I found some decent veggies in the keeper and some cheese. Not much to work with in the nutrition category. We needed to go grocery shopping again.

"I’ll stop at the market after class tomorrow," Rose said, not even looking up from her books, which she hunched over at the kitchen table.

I hated it when she popped in and out of my mind without my consent. I knew she didn’t mean to do it, but I didn’t have to like it. There were certain things that were meant to stay private. Like certain thoughts about Ryan Mendez.

"Sorry," she added. "I know you hate it. I was thinking of something else and accidentally wandered in."

At least Rose tried to respect my privacy. "No, I’m just in a bad mood," I said. "Thanks for taking on the shopping."

I took the vegetables I’d found out of the fridge: tomatoes, mushrooms, and an iffy onion. I washed the tomatoes and set them aside, then I chopped the onion and mushrooms to sauté with a little garlic. I found a package of noodles and took out the bag of preshredded cheese. Lasagna it was.

"Hey, watch it!" Rose said. "You’re getting tomato all over my notebook."

"But I’m not chopping tomatoes," I said. When I looked over, though, there was one exploded tomato on the counter.

"Poppy, knock it off or I swear—oh, hi, Mom," I said. "You’re home early."

She stood in the doorway with her briefcase still in her hands. My mom was beautiful, even rumpled after a hard day at the office. Her long hair was midnight black and shiny, as though a cluster of stars shone in the strands.

My hair was the same basic color as hers, but on me it just looked dirty. Mom’s eyes have been compared to sapphires. My eyes are more like the color of Windex.

"Rough day," Mom said. "How was yours?"

"Same as yours," I said. "Rough."

Mom smiled in sympathy. "Do you need any help with dinner?" she asked.

"Thanks, but I’ve got it under control."

"Thanks for cooking tonight. I don’t think I could face making dinner after the day I had." She collapsed into a kitchen chair.

I looked at my mother curiously. She loved her work and rarely complained about it. She looked pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

I put the kettle on and made Mom a cup of tea. She sat at the counter and kept me company while I finished dinner.

After the lasagna was done and Poppy grudgingly set the table, we ate in the dining room.

"Daisy, this is delicious," Mom said.

"I used Grandma’s recipe, with a few minor alterations."

I may not have psychic talents, but I make a mean lasagna.

After dinner, Rose and Poppy headed for the kitchen for clean-up duty. Mom headed for the living room. A few minutes later, I heard her talking on the phone.

I wandered in to read on the couch. Mom had a thick file in front of her. After a short conversation, she hung up the phone with an angry click. "That man is going to give me gray hair," she said.

"What man? And why?"

"The county coroner, Bud Larson. Because he’s an idiot," she burst out. Then she sighed and said, "Forget I said that, Daisy. I’m frustrated and I’m taking it out on him."

I was quiet, hoping she would say more.

"He refuses to believe that my contributions are real, which means he doesn’t spend any time on any of the cases I consult on."

"But that’s not fair," I protested. No matter what, I knew my mom was right. She never made a mistake about her psychic readings.

"No, it’s not," she agreed, "but fortunately, Nightshade’s chief of police believes that my contributions are worth risking the wrath of the coroner’s office."

"Chief Mendez is right," I said loyally. "You’ve helped so many people."

"But people like Bud Larson are afraid of the unknown, and psychics are part of that unknown."

Poppy and Rose came in while we were talking. They carried a large dessert tray.

"We thought we could have dessert in here," Rose said.

Mom nodded. "Poppy, why don’t you get the TV trays. Daisy, this looks great." She held up a dish of ice cream and strawberries.

"Poppy must have made it." I’d forgotten about dessert, and ice cream was Poppy’s favorite.

There was silence in the room while we all dug in.

"Rose," my mom said, "do you have a minute to take a look at something?"

"Sure," Rose said, popping a strawberry into her mouth. "What is it?"

Mom took a deep breath. "I might as well tell you all. I need help with a case."

Stunned silence. Mom never, ever needed help with a case.

"You never ask for help," Poppy said, tactful as usual.

"There’s a file I want Rose to see. I can’t get a reading on the body." My sisters and I searched Mom’s troubled face. She continued, "The female victim was an unidentified young, healthy girl who seemed to just drop dead, and I can’t determine why."

"Are you losing your psychic abilities?" Poppy blurted it out. "Are you becoming a—norm?"

The horror in her voice irritated me. I don’t know what the big deal was. Being a "norm" wasn’t so bad.

"You’ve had tough cases before," I reminded her. "Like that guy in Sydney, remember? Turned out he was bitten by a spider and the bite was so small that you barely got anything."

"This is different," Mom replied. "I sensed violence—someone taking something she didn’t want to give, but there wasn’t any sign of an injury. It’s like someone just drained her of her life force. The coroner’s office is stumped."

"Tell us what you know about the victim," I suggested.

"Not much, I’m afraid," Mom said. "A female approximately fifteen to seventeen years old. The police think she was a runaway. No signs of physical trauma. But I can’t even get a glimpse of a childhood memory. It’s like every thought, every feeling she had was erased."

"Why can’t I help?" The question burst out of me.

"If she gets to, I’m helping, too," Poppy said.

"I don’t think so, Daisy." Mom shook her head. Firmly.

Poppy gave a triumphant crow, and Mom turned to her with a frown. "You either. I wouldn’t have asked Rose, but she’s the oldest and most experienced."

"But I want to help," I said.

"I know you do, honey," Mom said. "But I need Rose’s help now."

"You mean Rose’s psychic abilities," I said. I pushed away my dessert, suddenly no longer hungry. Resentment had a way of filling up your stomach. "May I be excused?"

Without waiting for an answer, I stomped off to my room. Not the most mature reaction, I admit, but I couldn’t help it. I was so sick of Rose and Poppy having a part of Mom’s life. A part I couldn’t share. I knew I’d be able to help her with this case, if she’d just let me.

I had lots of detective-like skills, such as the ability to tell if someone was lying. Having an ex-friend like Samantha Devereaux had taught me that lesson.

After pouting for a few minutes, I had an idea. As I tiptoed downstairs, I heard my name.

"It’s hard for Daisy," Mom said. "You girls need to try to include her more in your activities."

"There’s so much she doesn’t understand," Poppy said. "She’s a norm, Mom. It’s time you admit it."

"She’s a late bloomer," Mom said. "You’ll see. But normal or not, she’s still your sister, and I expect you to treat her as such."

I forgot that the bottom step creaked and put my weight on it. The sound gave me away.

"Daisy, is that you?" Mom called from the family room.

"Yes, it’s me," I said, pretending that I hadn’t heard anything. I stepped into the family room. Poppy was sprawled on the couch and Mom and Rose were on either side of her. A cozy circle. A circle that excluded me.

I made a face. "I just want the cordless to call Ryan."

"Wow, Daisy, I didn’t know you had it in you," Poppy said. "He is a hottie, but maybe a little out of your league."

"He’s my friend, remember, Poppy? Don’t be disgusting," I said. "Can I have the cordless?"

"Friend, huh? That may have been true when you were both playing in the sandbox, but if you haven’t noticed, Ryan is all grown up now."

She crowed even louder when she saw the blush spread across my face. "I knew it! You do have a thing for him."

Too embarrassed to reply, I just held out my hand for the phone. Poppy usually carried the phone around like it was her security blanket. She reached under a pillow and handed it to me.

I stomped up the stairs. Poppy was such a pain in the butt sometimes. Even if I was interested in Ryan, I didn’t have a chance. Not with Samantha Devereaux in existence.

I shut my bedroom door and locked it. Poppy’s talents didn’t include psychic eavesdropping, and Rose would never stoop so low, but there was still the garden variety of eavesdropping, like loitering outside the door to listen.

This was something I definitely didn’t want my sisters to hear.

I took a deep breath and dialed Ryan’s number. It was just Ryan, who I’d known all my life. Ryan, who’d shot up a foot the summer before high school. Ryan, with his green eyes and dark brown hair, hair that looked so soft I wanted to touch it.

"Mendez residence, Ryan speaking." Ryan’s dad insisted he answer the phone that way. You know, the polite way.

There was a lump in my throat, which blocked my power of speech. Damn that Poppy! She had to open her big mouth and make me think about Ryan in that way.

"Hello?" Ryan said. "Daisy?"

Caller ID. Sometimes I hated technology. Like now, when it would have been so easy just to hang up.

"Hey, Ryan," I said finally.

"What’s up?"

I’d called Ryan lots of times, but this was different because I needed a favor. A big one.

"Can you meet me tonight?" I asked.

"Uh, sure. Where?" Ryan’s voice sounded resigned, not exactly the reaction I wanted from the hottest guy in school. I reminded myself I had no interest in Ryan Mendez.

"At the diner at around ten thirty." Slim’s Diner was conveniently located across from the police station.

"Daisy, my curfew is midnight." Ryan’s dad was strict, being the police chief and all.

"I know, I know. It won’t take long."

"Okay," he said. "Do I want to ask what you’re getting me into this time?"

"It’s no biggie," I said, "but bring that extra set of keys. You know the ones." We both knew his dad kept a spare set of office keys at the house.

He groaned in exasperation, but he didn’t say no.

Copyright © 2008 by Marlene Perez

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Dead Is the New Black 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 222 reviews.
fanpirebookworm More than 1 year ago
I loved this book so much my friend was not that into it but I loved it so much. Its something you can relate too. I cried at maybe 1 or 2 parts because Im one of those girls who read a book and cry about something happy and sad. This was such a great book!!! I got the second one yesterday and ooooooo I read the 1st 2 pages and WOW! Read it, its awesome!
4everYourBlueDream More than 1 year ago
This book is the first in the "Dead Is..." series by Marlene Perez. She begins her stories with perfect audience grabbing technics. This book has so much paranormal activity in it that you just can't forget it!!! And if you love mystery, then I suggest you buy and read the series. It is only a series of 3 books right now, but they are just too good to not read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This story was amazing! I absoultly loved it!, great beginning and endding i finished it in a day. Easy read about 123 pages long. Very intresting book with good imagination. You will love this book no matter what kind of person you are! This book is litterly worth every penny!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was great! The books in the series are kind of short though. I think it would be better if they combined some of the stories into a book, but seperated so you could tell if they were different stories. But overall, it was a great book!!!!!!!!! :)
Jayel Moreno More than 1 year ago
Sweet read. I loved it. Lots of action, romance. Bad's over 6 bucks for 123 pages. Wish it was longer or cheaper.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When i first bought the book i thought im not going to likit that much. Turned out i LOVED IT! Read this series better each book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This series is the best. Romance,psycics,paranormals,ad a missing dad. Wat more can you want. My frend showed me to them and i love for it. Daisy Girodano has 2 sisters, Rose and Poppy. Their mom is psycic- so are Rose and Poppy-and does detective kind of work. People die and things happen. A great series thats a must read. TAKE IT FROM A 12 YR OLD! YALL WILL LOVE IT MIGHTY STRONG!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I luv the series.its a must read for everyone
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved it! This whole series is amazing it keeps you on your toes! Marlene is a terrific author. It keeps you to where you just want to keep on predicting and its so good your predictions probably wont be right, atleast mine werent haha. The book can begin to get scary but then it is so good. Everyone was saying how good of a book it is so i picked it up and agreed with them. I actually read the paper book before i had my nook. Im on the last book right now. Well the nook dosent have the next two so I guess im not going to read them. But other than that Id have to give them 5 stars!
Nette_C More than 1 year ago
In Dead is the new black it was first talking about how every one fallowed the doings of Samantha Devereaux, and ever since she came back dead was the new fashion, and she just came even more popular, and everyone started waring what she wore. Everything usually revolved around her in the school, they admire her. Daisy and Samantha were best friends before high school began and before Samantha told rumors about Daisy. Ryan Mendez was the closest friend she had in Night Shade High. When Daisy finds out that her sister is dating a werewolf, a soul sucking vampire is on the lose, and finally dates her best friend, Ryan Mendez, her life turns crazy. As all of this stuff starts to get to Daisy, with her new cheer leading life, practice feels weird for her because at first it seemed that none of the other cheer leaders liked her, but they were just warming up to her because of Daisy being a temporary replacement for the other girl. Her and Ryan were taking it slow, mostly because Daisy still couldn't believe that Ryan liked her. As far as the new creatures she found out about goes, she is still trying to figure out why some of the cheer leaders are getting hurt or dying, but she knew it had something to do with her psychic family and the not ordinary life she'd been living. I enjoyed this book because of the suspense it brought me. Marlene put visuals in my head and I could always understand what she was talking about. I would recommend this book to any one who likes suspenseful fairy tales with vampires, where wolfs, and other scary creatures. Also to people that like to have drama mixed with love and romance.
SleepDreamWrite More than 1 year ago
3.5 stars for this. First off, that cover is eye catching. Who doesn't love black nail polish. The pink background was a nice touch. Second, this had some cheesy and somewhat eye rolling moments. But its part of the charm in a way. It took me a little longer than I thought to finish this. Just saw it on the shelf one day at the library when I was bored and looking for something new and in a way, random to read. This caught my eye. The summary sounded like my kind of read and noticed the length of the book and thought, this'll be interesting. And it was, even cute at times. That's how I'd describe this. Cute. I did like the sister bond the three had going later on. At first I was like uh oh, is it going to be one of those where they don't like each other? But alas it wasn't so that's good. And the mystery was okay but had its moments as well. Near the end, seemed to wrap up pretty quickly. Still, a quick but interesting cute read none the less.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If u ove the Dead Is series a lot, go to tail fin res one and welcome to Nightshade!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I brought the hard cover book and loved it and then brouht the whole series! Daisy and Ryan have such a good story and goes through the ups and downs of a relationship but with paranormal activity going around in their town. Whats not to love!
dholland08 More than 1 year ago
Dead is the New Black was an interesting paranormal mystery. It is also a spoof on the popularity of vampires recently, and I commend it for being tongue-in-cheek about the whole subject. The story is narrated by Daisy Giordano, the only non-psychic in a family of psychics. Her mother is a psychic who uses her powers to help the local sheriff solve cases, and her powers have never failed her before. But now Daisy's mother is stumped by a case, and Daisy is determined to take matters into her own hands and solve it for her. With the help of her friend Ryan, her sisters Poppy and Rose, and her frenemy Samantha, the most popular girl at school who's been looking a little dead lately, Daisy discovers the plot of an evil vampire. Daisy's search becomes frantic as more and more girls in her town get sick and die. The book has suspense, but the plot is very predictable. We know from chapter one that Daisy and Ryan will end up dating. The vampire's identity is pretty obvious for most of the story and I felt that Daisy could have been more of a rounded character. Many of the characters were flat and bordered on stereotypes, and I felt Marlene Perez could have developed them more. However, this novel is a cute and fast-paced mystery that is worth the read. And it left me willing to read the next installment in the series.
KaitlynnSeeszInFlorida More than 1 year ago
IluvVamps More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing! Daisy Giordano lives in Nightshade, California, a town where things aren't always as they seem. When Samantha "the Divine" Douveraux arrives back to school looking, well, dead Daisy can't help to wonder if Sam, her ex-best friend, might be turning into a vampire. Ryan Daisy's best friend (who is turning into something more) helps Daisy solve this mysterious case. This is a book that should be read by everyone! Although it wasnt that long ( a finished it in one sitting ) it was very ejoyable! I instantly fell in love with Nightshade!
melanie5096 More than 1 year ago
i am a person who dose not like to read but i could not put the book down there is so much going on in the story u just can put the book down until you are done
LauraT81 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Dead is the New Black, the first of a paranormal, young adult series, is about Nightshade, a strange town where a soul-sucking vampire is on the loose attacking teenage girls. Daisy, the typical girl from a not so typical family, tries to save the day in between dating her new boyfriend and becoming a new cheerleader. The novel begins interestingly enough, but the plot takes too many convenient turns with randomness tossed in. That isn't so bad, except when combined with some bad dialog and clichéd and repetitive inner monologue. Not horrible, but I think I'll skip the rest of the series.
callmecayce on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Loving this series! It's a lot of fun and really easy to read, which means it's a nice distraction. I like the growth of all the characters and the sub-plots that stuck around from the first book. Daisy makes a fun and great detective and her revelations are often quite amusing.
fanchon33 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was really enjoyable. It was easy reading, had humor, and a mystery that was cleverly solved. Daisy and her childhood friend, Ryan, try to solve the mystery of who or what is attacking teenaged girls in Nighthaven. Here is her chance to prove she is a valuable member of her family (who all have psychic powers, except for her). With witches, vampires, and werewolves as just a few of the paranormal beings she meets, Daisy faces her task with humor and a little bit of trepidation when she realizes she would have to join the cheerleading squad to solve the mystery.
booklover327 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is amazing. I like its word usage and it is perfect for teenage readers. It is written well but can use some more sensory detail/imagery in it. It kept me hooked which is something I love about books. This is overall a great book.
ShRa9 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was very good.It is all about how a girl named Dasiy and her sisters have paranomal powers but Dasiy doesnt have them yet.Later in the book she gets them and along the way she sovles a strange mystery haveing to do with the cheerleading sqaud.
CaMc0506 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I randomly picked up this book when I forgot a book to read in class. It was really good!! It kept me on my toes, and was unpredictable. That is a quality I look for in books. I highly recomend reading it.
liga1996 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
i love this book so much i read it in three days and thats very short for me . i would definetly read this again.
MyBookAffair on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Daisy and her adventure through the town of Nightshade. This book had it all; werewolves, psychics, vampires, and mystery. Daisy is determined to help her psychic mom figure out who is killing girls around town even though she has no psychic abilities of her own. She enlists the help of her long time best friend Ryan, who happens to be the police chief's son and the cutest boy in school. The characters in the book were so adorable and really had me laughing and falling in love with them. I thought I had the mystery solved pretty early on, but then the author threw in a little twist and confused me there for a bit. I hadn't really heard of this book until I received the forth book, Dead Is Just A Rumor to review. I figured I'd read them in the order written to better review the forth. I'm so glad I did. I read this in one day easily as it's a quick, fun and light read. Perfect for a summer day by the pool or beach. I hope you will pick up this book and have as much fun with it as I did. If you do be sure to stop back by and let me know what you thought.