REVIEW OF JULIANNE LYNCH’S BENEATH THE LIGHTHOUSE W/GIVEAWAY
Beneath the Lighthouse
by Julieanne Lynch
on Tour June 25 - August 31, 2018
Synopsis:
SOME SECRETS ARE MADE TO BE UNCOVERED.
Sixteen-year-old Jamie McGuiness’s sister is dead. Sinking into a deep depression, he frequents the lighthouse where her body was discovered, unaware of the sinister forces surrounding him.
When an angry spirit latches onto Jamie, he’s led down a dark and twisted path, one that uncovers old family secrets, destroying everything Jamie ever believed in.
Caught between the world of the living and the vengeful dead, Jamie fights the pull of the other side. It’s up to Jamie to settle old scores or no one will rest in peace—but, first, he has to survive.
REVIEWBook Details:
Genre: YA Supernatural Horror, Mystery
Published by: Vesuvian Books
Publication Date: June 26, 2018
Number of Pages: 334
ISBN: 978-1-944109-59-2
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Jamie has a rough life. His dad is an abusive drunk, and his mother has become unable to function sometimes due to the abuse. Jamie is a kind teenager, helping his mom take care of his three younger siblings. Jamie is still grief-stricken over the death of his sister, which occurred three years earlier. He’s overjoyed when he discovers that a girl in his class is not the snob he thought and finds that she seems to like him. Maybe his life is actually looking up…. except for the ghost that seems to have attached herself to him.
This book had mystery and action, as well as friendship and bravery. I was rather disappointed in the ghost action and the explanation of the ghost sighting. It left quite a bit to be desired. That aside, the writing was good, and the book is written in a way that this character could appear in a series.
If you enjoy ghost stories combined with a bit of mystery, you’ll probably enjoy this tale. It’s set in Ireland, so that added a bit of character for me.
Read an excerpt:
Jamie sat on the edge of his bed crying. Unable to stem the flow, he pounded his fist against the bed. The guilt-laden emotions swelled until they crushed him from the inside out, battered by the past.
If he had told his parents sooner about the things his sister Emer had been doing, she’d still be alive. Every time he thought of her, all the things he should have done to save her flooded through his mind. But he still ended up facing the harsh reality—he had failed her. It was his fault. A void like no other existed, leaving him in a limbo worse than death.
Jamie took off his school shirt and walked to the dresser. He grabbed a T-shirt from one of its drawers. He looked hard at his reflection in the mirror. How would it feel to not exist? The mirror showed the Jamie everyone knew and loved, yet his blue eyes were empty.
The young lad with dreams of playing for his favorite football team no longer existed. In his place stood a shadow, a living, breathing shell of the person he used to be. The ugliness of his home had become a constant reminder of the person he no longer was, and he hated himself even more. There was no escape or a happy ever after. Desolation and depression lurked in his future, and it hurt almost as bad as Emer’s death.
Jamie closed his eyes for a moment.
A chill, the same kind he’d felt in the library, pricked at his skin. The air grew thick and icy. Each labored breath became sharp. Every nerve in his body stood on edge, his senses on overdrive. He opened his eyes.
A shadow loomed behind him in the mirror’s reflection, its presence dominating him. He stood still, his heart pounding hard.
The shadow flowed, a discordant and uncoordinated swirling mesh of movement.
Jamie’s gaze remained locked on the mirror, unable to break free. The apparition descended upon him, shrouding him in its dark, wet residue. It moved through him.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
His heart was in a vise, compressed by whatever moved through his core. His eyes bulged, and he gasped for breath. Cool air washed over him.
Water lapped around his ankles. A strange odor assailed his nostrils. Unsure of where he was, or why he was there, Jamie scrambled to make sense of it. One minute, he stood in his room. The next, he was confined in a pit.
Scream after scream ripped through his throat. Jamie struggled to find a way out. He caught sight of his hands … only they weren’t his. The shock silenced his screams.
He wasn’t in his body.
He saw things through someone else’s eyes. Darkness crowded the edges of his vision.
Back in his room, he stood in front of the mirror, trembling and soaking wet. Jamie searched the room, trying to figure out what had just happened. Nothing was out of place. He shivered. Nothing would ever explain what had just occurred.
Jamie took a few deep breaths and dried off, while sweat trickled down his brow. He put on a fresh change of clothes, doing his best not to think. Taking a step towards the door, he glanced around the room. Unease swarmed within him. He grabbed the door handle and swallowed the tight ball, which had formed in the back of his throat.
He closed the door tight behind him and whispered, “It’s all in your head.”
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Excerpt from Beneath the Lighthouse by Julieanne Lynch. Copyright © 2018 by Julieanne Lynch. Reproduced with permission from Julieanne Lynch. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Julieanne Lynch is an author of YA and Adult genre urban fantasy books. Julieanne was born in Northern Ireland, but spent much of her early life in London, United Kingdom, until her family relocated back to their roots.
Julieanne lives in Northern Ireland, with her husband and five children, where she is a full-time author. She studied English Literature and Creative Writing at The Open University, and considered journalism as a career path. Julieanne has several projects optioned for film.