{"id":7230,"date":"2019-10-02T06:03:02","date_gmt":"2019-10-02T13:03:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/?p=7230"},"modified":"2019-10-01T11:58:13","modified_gmt":"2019-10-01T18:58:13","slug":"new-release-resurrection-girls-by-ava-morgyn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2019\/10\/02\/new-release-resurrection-girls-by-ava-morgyn\/","title":{"rendered":"New Release: Resurrection Girls by Ava Morgyn"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Title: Resurrection Girls
Author: Ava Morgyn
Genre: YA, Fantasy, YA Magical Realism
Release Date:<\/strong> October 1, 2019<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Olivia Foster hasn\u2019t felt alive since her little brother drowned in the backyard pool three years ago. Then Kara Hallas moves in across the street with her mother and grandmother, and Olivia is immediately drawn to these three generations of women. Kara is particularly intoxicating, so much so that Olivia not only comes to accept Kara’s morbid habit of writing to men on death row, she helps her do it. They sign their letters as the Resurrection Girls.

But as Kara\u2019s friendship pulls Olivia out of the dark fog she\u2019s been living in, Olivia realizes that a different kind of darkness taints the otherwise lively Hallas women\u2014an impulse that is strange, magical, and possibly deadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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Resurrection Girls Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t eat. It was impossible when crammed in a tiny booth, cornered between Prescott\u2019s dimples and golden biceps, Kara\u2019s cinnamon lip gloss, and my grandmother\u2019s stolen ring. The aquamarine kept winking at me from her finger, a cold, accusing eye in its band of icy gold. It was the color of the Aegean Sea as I would have imagined it. That color belonged in Kara\u2019s world, not mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t\u201cWhat kind of name is Prescott anyway?\u201d Kara asked as she placed a pepperoni on her tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI didn\u2019t imagine anyone had ever dared to ask such a question of him before. I watched him from over the bubbles of my fountain drink, watched the way his eyelids dipped and his biceps tightened. Watched one corner of his mouth rise in a pleased way. Watched his weight shift on his elbows. He was a penny she set spinning on the table. He was circling for a place to land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t\u201cA Republican one,\u201d he said finally with a laugh. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kara made a pout. \u201cAre you as stuffy as it makes you sound?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked at Kara. He looked at me. \u201cI don\u2019t know. Ask Olivia. She\u2019s known me a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kara cut her blue-gray eyes in my direction. This was a game for her, putting us all on the cusp of some social precipice, watching us dangle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tensed. Bit my straw. Released. \u201cHe\u2019s alright.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prescott burst out laughing. \u201cThanks for the winning endorsement.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kara grinned proudly at me. I\u2019d told a joke I wasn\u2019t in on. But I half-smiled back, feigning intention. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I caught him looking at me four times after that.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lunch was followed by the mall. I had no money for either. Mostly I followed Kara around. Watched her shoplift a set of bracelets and a hair band. Talked to Prescott while she tried on clothes she had no intention of buying. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d meant what I said at lunch. Prescott wasn\u2019t like other guys with marble statue faces. He played basketball but wasn\u2019t a total jock. He read books. He didn\u2019t cheat in class or sleep around. He wasn\u2019t a complete asshole. You couldn\u2019t hate him for winning the genetic lottery, even if you wanted to. But he was still unreachable in so many ways. It\u2019s not like he wasn\u2019t aware of how he looked. It showed in the way he carried himself. The confidence born to those who haven\u2019t suffered, who know they\u2019ll never have to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kara, though, wasn\u2019t like anyone else. She wasn\u2019t a cheerleader or a beauty pageant wannabe. She didn\u2019t act like the popular girls in my, or any other, grade. She didn\u2019t look like them either, though she could have. It was more like she didn\u2019t care to, didn\u2019t have to. And she was all the more irresistible for it. She had one of the hottest guys in school sitting outside her dressing room after meeting her once. She stole things she probably could have bought just as easily. She poured magnetism into every gesture without breaking a sweat. She was the epitome of effortless. But not grace. There was nothing graceful about her. She was raw. She was salt in the wound. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She could cure. She could kill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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About<\/strong> Ava Morgyn<\/strong>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Edward\u2019s University in Austin, TX, and now lives in Houston\u2014city with the most rain, best food, and worst traffic\u2014with her family. When she isn\u2019t at her laptop spinning darkly hypnotic tales, she can be found making fairy houses, talking to her crystals and plants, hunting for delicious new vegan recipes, or bothering her dog. She also blogs regularly about the devastating journey of child loss at ForLoveofEvelyn.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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