Thursday, November 12, 2015

Review: Nearly Gone (Nearly Gone #1) by Elle Cosimano

 
Title: Nearly Gone
 
Series: Nearly Gone #1
 
Author:  Elle Cosimano
 
Genre: Young Adult, Thriller, Mystery
 
Published Date: March 25th 2014 by Kathy Dawson Books
 
Format: Hardcover
 
Source: Library
 
Rating:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Bones meets Fringe in a big, dark, scary, brilliantly-plotted urban thriller that will leave you guessing until the very end.

Nearly Boswell knows how to keep secrets. Living in a DC trailer park, she knows better than to share anything that would make her a target with her classmates. Like her mother's job as an exotic dancer, her obsession with the personal ads, and especially the emotions she can taste when she brushes against someone's skin. But when a serial killer goes on a killing spree and starts attacking students, leaving cryptic ads in the newspaper that only Nearly can decipher, she confides in the one person she shouldn't trust: the new guy at school—a reformed bad boy working undercover for the police, doing surveillance. . . on her.

Nearly might be the one person who can put all the clues together, and if she doesn't figure it all out soon—she'll be next.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Holy Moly I tell you the truth I went into this book blind I had no idea what it was about yes I did read the synopsis but I totally forgot about it but thats a ok I love it when I go into books blind. Nearly Gone started a little bit slow for me at the beginning but it started to get really really good a few pages in the beginning. Nearly Boswell aka Leigh she likes to be called is a shy, keeps to herself and who is obsess with personal ads but she is highly intelligent girl who lives in a DC trailer park and her mother is an exotic dancer. She is one that really wants to leave the trailer park and go to accomplish collage but first she has to try to get a scholarship to make it out of the trailer park and leave it for good. That's what her mom wants her to do so her mom set her up with some rules so she can accomplish and get that scholarship. But Nearly has a fixation with personal ads because she remember her and her dad always go through them when he was still with them. You see Nearly dad left and abandon her and her mom and Nearly didn't now why he left but it just broke Nearly and her mom apart. Nearly also find out as well that she can taste emotion when ever she brushes against some one skin and when she touches her mom she feels all the hurt and pain that her mom was going through. So she tries to not touch her mom but she goes through the personal Ads because she could of sworn her dad posted a cryptic ad for her there saying he is ok and that he was sorry for abandoning her and her mom when he left. But her best friend didn't think it was for her so that's why she has been so fixated and obsess on the personal ads because she wanted to know if her dad would write another one for her so that's why she has been buying newspaper for the personal ads for years. But one day Nearly goes through the personal ad she saw a really cryptic message on there she just can feel that it was a really bad and cold message but she didn't mind it at all until the next day that one of her students she tutor was attacked the same way the cryptic ad said. So she started to really investigate into the cryptic ad until other one appear and she notice the attacker was attacking her students that she was tutoring and care about. So she went to the police station and talk too the lead detective on her friends case and tell them she thinks there is a connection with the personal ads and that there is going to be another attacked on a student. But of course the police detective didn't believe her and he was really suspicious of her as well. So when she left the police station she made up her mind and was going to be ready to see who this attacker was and stop him or her for hurting students she tutor. But it was already too late for her to help her friend that she tutor she found her dead in the pool and that's when Nearly know that there was a serial killer on the loss that he or she was killing the students she tutor and framing her for there muders. So there where I am going to leave it off at because I don't want to spoil it for anybody but it starts to get really really good after that and of course I couldn't put the book down. I loved the plot, the characters and of course the mystery of who the killer was and I was gussing left and right on who the killer can be but I was mighty surprise when we find out at the end who the killer was. All and all I really loved and enjoy Nearly Gone that I can't wait to read Nearly Found soon.   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My friends call me Elle.
I grew up in a suburb outside of Washington, DC with two very normal parents and an occasionally adorable little brother who ate my pet caterpillars and pillaged my Barbie Dream House. He got the super-high metabolism, great cheek-bones and long lashes. So unfair. I got the gift of vivid imagination. The ability to see something so clearly in my mind that it tends to become a reality. Some people call it goal-orientation, but I prefer to think of it as highly productive day-dreaming.
My love for story-telling started very young. Growing up, we always had books in our house. In elementary school I wrote my first epic poems and short stories about ponies and pirate kings and runaway boys in box car trains. Later, I wrote angst-ridden poetry by flashlight in my dorm room with the summer camp equivalent of The Dead Poet’s Society (all of which I eventually burned in a bonfire sacrifice to the goddess of ex-boyfriends and broken hearts).
I attended St. Mary’s College in Southern Maryland, a small liberal arts honors college, where writing was at the core of every academic concentration. I majored in Psychology and flip-flops, and reflected on my authentic self. I wrote… a lot.
But something strange happened after college, and I wandered into marketing, real estate and finance. I didn’t leave any breadcrumbs and I spent many years crunching numbers — they taste bland. The only writing I budgeted time for was the writing, re-writing, and editing of my professional résumé. My unwritten stories and my ridiculously high blood pressure both kept me awake at night.
Until a wise doctor said something that changed everything. He said “You are too young for your heart to stop beating.” He was right. It was a very Allison Reynolds/Breakfast Club moment. To realize I had grown up, and let my heart die.
So I started writing. And I re-discovered my heart. And I began living again.
I write in a tree house on the edge of the jungle on the Caribbean Sea. I like it here.
I have two beautiful sons. They fascinate me. They are the perfect — and completely random — combination of myself and my basement-of-the-science-building-übergeek husband, whom I’ve shared my life with since 1991. The toilet seats are usually up in our house. I fall in… a lot.
I listen to music way too loud. My iPod — like my head — is a crazy, eclectic mess. It’s always on.
Sometimes I cook a meal that doesn’t suck.
I write stories about scary things.
And I read… a lot.
I’ve written a few books that have won a few awards. I’m really proud of them. You can learn more about me and my books here.
I am represented by Sarah Davies of The Greenhouse Literary Agency.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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