Whispers in Eternity *Review
Posted by brriske
About the Book
Title: Whispers in Eternity
Author: Jacinda Buchmann
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Life—the existence of truly living—doesn’t begin until you close the door on the past. My post-high school goals had been right on track—literally. But when the doctors said that I could no longer run, I was faced with two choices—give up or change direction. Unexpectedly, singing became my new passion—a passion fueled by the most gorgeous guy I had ever met. I can’t say that I believe in love at first sight, but after meeting Gavin, I can now say with certainty that I believe in recognition at first meeting. He was unquestionably my soul mate. Only one obstacle stood in our way. He was a ghost.
Noelle’s dream was running. In high school on the track team. She was in her glory. Her dream was to go to collage on a scholarship. Until the day she collapse while running. Her life takes a drastic turn. Now spending her life in the hospital waiting for a heart transplant. her dreams have ended. Now she needed to find a new direction. After the transplant she and her mother move to her aunts in another town where Noelle gets a fresh start and a new direction. Where before she couldn’t carry a tune. Now she can sing. Meeting Gabe through her friend Malik. She doesn’t realize at first that no one else can see him except Malik. She feels an instant connection with Gabe. Like she has known him forever. What hope can she have with him when he is a ghost.
Noelle is a wonderful character. Fun, smart and funny. After everything she has gone through she comes out on the other side of it determined to roll with the changes. She had her moments of depression and doubts. Picking up the pieces of her life. I don’t want to say to much about Gabe and ruin the story for anyone. There are so many twists and surprises in the story. It was a fantastic paranormal book. Sweet, romantic and bittersweet. Loved the ending. Reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock
Jacinda Buchmann lives in Arizona with her husband and three children. She graduated from Carroll College, in Helena, Montana, with a B.A. in elementary education and later received a Master’s degree from Northern Arizona University, in school counseling. After spending several years as a teacher and later a school counselor, she now spends her time writing, any free chance she can get, that is, when she’s not spending time with her family or creating a new concoction in the kitchen.
“We’ll find other hobbies for you,” my mother chimed in, trying to sound encouraging. “Maybe you can take some art or pottery classes or music… You’ve never played an instrument. You might like it.”
I sat on the edge of the exam table, numb and speechless. Had I heard her right?
“No,” I said flatly, refusing to look at anyone and staring straight ahead at the door. I needed to get out of there. “A hobby? A hobby? Are you serious? Running is not a hobby! Running is a part of who I am. You have no idea. None of you do. I need to go. Now.”
I pushed myself off the table but misjudged my usual sense of balance. Instead of landing firmly on my feet, I stumbled forward, practically landing in Dr. Rogers’s lap. Catching me by the shoulders, he held on with firm hands to steady me.
“There now,” he said. “Are you okay?”
The room began spinning and my ears were ringing. Were my parents talking? Their words sounded muffled and far away. Oh, God. Not again, I thought. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain control over my out-of-control physical reactions. Please don’t pass out. Please don’t pass out, I silently coached myself.
It seemed that my efforts were futile though. My stupid heart made it perfectly clear that it was now in control of my life and I no longer had a say in what I got to do.
Please don’t pass out, I thought once more, but it was no use. The only thing I can say I was grateful for was the fact that Dr. Rogers still had a firm hold on me when I fainted.
Malik chuckled. “Girls are way more emotional and sentimental than guys are. A guy would hear this song and be like, ‘Man, that jam’s got rhythm,’ but girls be all like, ‘Ah, baby, they’re playin’ our song. It’s so sentimental and sweet.'”
“Don’t you go and ruin my favorite song, Malik,” I warned, trying to hide a grin. “I’m tellin’ you right now, you bash my song and it’s a deal breaker. Our whole BFF, let’s-hang-together-at-school status will be done.”
“Well, I certainly don’t want to risk that. Okay, then, your favorite song—what’s it called again?”
“‘Falling Like Snow.'”
“Right. Your favorite song, ‘Falling Like Snow,’ is now my favorite song. See? Easy. Are you ready to do this thing?”
I had just pulled into the school parking lot and put the gearshift into park. With the engine still running, I stared at the multitude of students piling out of cars and heading for the building. Was I really ready for this? I had spent my entire junior year either in the hospital or doing homeschooling. What if I completely sucked at making stupid small talk and pretending that I cared about the hottest actors in Hollywood or who was going with who to the homecoming dance?
“Um, you know, we still have time to back out. I’m sure if I told my mom I want to do homeschool again, she’d be in full support. And you could do it with me. We could be homeschool buddies, right from the comfort of my aunt’s kitchen.”
“Come on, Noelle. You don’t strike me as a girl who cowers down and gives up that easily. You can do this. We can do this. I’ll be right by your side. Besides, we’re BFFs now, remember? If I’m going to face the first day of school, you have to face it with me.”
“Fine.” With a sigh, I grabbed my backpack from the back seat and hopped out of the truck. “But if I hate it,” I said as we strode toward the school, “I’m totally out of here.”
“Deal. But you have to give it at least a week, because if you leave, I’m leaving with you. It’s been six years since I’ve gone to a real school, and I’d like at least one week to see if it’s just as awesome as I remember.”
“Awesome?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think your memory must be a little clouded.”
“Hey, I like living in my delusions, okay? So, do we have a deal? You’ll give it a week?”
When we reached the front walk, though, I couldn’t help but think that yoga pants, fuzzy socks, and my aunt’s kitchen sounded a lot more relaxing than the chaos we were about to walk in to.
I stared at the guy, finding myself at a loss for words. I shouldn’t have stopped. I should have kept on driving. I could have been home already, curled up in yoga pants, warm and cozy on my bed, and doing homework. Instead, I was wet, shivering, and trying to defend myself to some random stranger who was convinced I was there to pillage a roadside memorial.
I could have simply retreated to the truck and driven away, but for some deranged reason, I felt the need to proclaim my innocence. Refusing to back down or cower, I returned his stare, trying to think of a proper comeback.
My mother often called me a “smart mouth.” I liked to think of myself as quick-witted, but regardless, I found myself at a loss for words, captivated by the twinkle in his eyes and the killer combination of a dazzling smile and dimples. I had no idea guys that sexy even existed outside of Hollywood.
Then again, maybe he was from Hollywood. Something about him seemed familiar, as though I’d seen him somewhere before. Or was it… I tried to picture the few images I’d ever seen of Gavin McGregor. I had never really paid much attention to the tabloids, but I realized that this guy kind of reminded me of him. Maybe they were related.
Gathering my wits, I found the courage to speak. “I know this probably looks weird, but I’m seriously not some crazed fan-girl, and I’m definitely not here to steal this helmet. I was just driving by and decided to stop. Seriously. I was curious about the writing on the cross and just wanted to see what it said.” I pointed toward the dedication.
“Really.” His squinting, doubt-filled glare didn’t falter.
“Yes,” I said emphatically. “Really. Look for yourself. You can’t read it all. The writing’s covered up.”
He continued to watch me closely, as though I might grab the helmet and dash off with it, while he slowly circled around the cross to stand beside me. When he stopped only a foot away, I had to remind myself to breathe. It was ridiculous how nervous I was. After all, I didn’t know him and there was certainly no need to impress him, but damn if he wasn’t absolutely the hottest guy I had ever met—ever.
Standing with his arms crossed, he cocked his head to examine the inscription. Finally, he nodded, pursed his lips, and made a guttural sound in his throat. “Huh. Looks like you’re right, Snow White—the helmet’s covering the writing.”
Since we were almost the same height, I was able to meet his amused gaze straight on when I replied, “Um, yeah. That’s what I just said.”
The corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. “Well, it’s a good cover story, at least.”
“It’s not a cover story. It’s the truth. I have no interest in this Gavin McGregor guy. I mean…I do. I love his music, and I feel bad for his family. I’m just not a—what did you call it? Oh yeah. A crazed fan-girl. That’s not my style.”
The more I stared at him, the more I became convinced that he had to somehow be related to Gavin McGregor. It had been a while since I’d seen a picture of the late singer, but I was certain there was a resemblance.
“Not your style, huh? You’re telling me that you wouldn’t have been up at the front of the stage, screaming and throwing yourself at him during a concert?”
“Nah. Screaming and throwing myself at someone has never been my thing. I would have been the one sneaking into his dressing room backstage during the concert to steal his favorite hat.” I spoke with as much seriousness as I could muster, fighting to contain a smile. I had managed to push my nerves aside, and I was proud of myself for my witty comeback.
He stared at me for a moment without blinking then finally broke into a smile. “Okay. I get your point. You’re not here to steal the helmet.”
“Thank you. Now that I think about it, though, what are you doing here? Maybe you’re here to steal it.”
With one eyebrow raised, he stared at me incredulously. “Seriously? Do I really look like the type of guy who would be obsessed with some pretty-boy pop star?”
“I don’t know… Maybe.” Were we flirting? I sensed my cheeks turning red and hoped he didn’t notice.
“Hi,” I said shyly.
“Hi.” He offered a hesitant smile. No doubt he was wondering how I would react to his presence.
This time, I had the keen observation to note that he was dry despite the fact that he had been standing outside for God knows how long in a torrential downpour.
My hand itched to reach out and touch him, but I knew that would result in all kinds of disappointment and weirdness. So, instead, I refrained by holding my hands together behind my back as I nervously gnawed on my lower lip. What was I supposed to say? I wanted to scream at him and tell him how much I adored him all at the same time.
I somehow managed to break myself from my speechless state and said tentatively, “You don’t have to worry. No one else is here. My mom’s at work for the day, and Aunt Mae and Malik are both down at the motel. I was getting ready to make lunch. You can join me if you want.” I immediately realized the stupidity behind my words and promptly followed up with, “I mean, I know you don’t want lunch. I mean, you can’t…” I sighed and shook my head. “What I’m trying to say is that I was getting ready to head to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. You are welcome to keep me company if you’d like.”
Gavin smiled. The familiar twinkle in his eyes hinted that he was trying not to laugh as I awkwardly stumbled over my words.
“It’s good to see you, Noelle.”
I couldn’t lie. I was ecstatic to see him too—scared but ecstatic. “I’m really happy to see you, too. I’m…I’m sorry—”
“Stop.” He took a step forward but stopped short when I inhaled sharply and my body grew stiff. “Are you scared of me?”
“Gavin, no. That’s not it at all. Of course I’m not scared of you. I… I’m scared of falling for you more than I already have.” God, did I really just say that out loud? Since I had that out in the open, I continued. “I mean, you and I… It’s not like we could have a future together. I just can’t help but think that it would be better for me if I stayed away from you.”
“That’s not what you really want, though, is it?
“No,” I replied immediately, shaking my head. “No. What I want is to spend my days getting to know you and singing out in the woods and laughing together as we watch dumb movies. I want to spend more time with you because, God help me, I can’t stop thinking about you. And I know I’m probably crazy to have even invited you in and allowed myself to admit it, but the truth is, as much as my mind wants to pretend that liking you is a stupid idea, my heart has already decided that we belong together.”
He stepped forward until a mere inch or two separated us. “Does that mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?”
It was the closest I had ever been to him. We were about the same height so I had a direct view of the speckles in his hazel eyes and his adorable dimples. I sadly realized that there was no trace of body heat radiating off him.
“Mmm. I bet you would smell good.”
“What?” He turned his head sideways and chuckled under his breath.
Oh my God! Did I seriously just say that out loud? I thought, completely mortified.
“I’m sorry,” I said, laughing. “I was just thinking… I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. It just kind of flew out of my mouth.”
He grinned—that beautiful model grin—and I couldn’t help but smile in return.
“You think I would smell good?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. I’ll bet you were the kind of guy who always wore some sort of sexy body spray. Am I right?”
“You mean the kind that’s advertised in commercials that’s supposed to make guys irresistible?”