Whoa, right? After reading those words, you feel every bit as disoriented as the main character, Marguerite Caine, who has just traveled to a dimension parallel to our own in pursuit of the person she believes killed her father, who helped invent the Firebird, the mechanism that enabled her and her father’s killer to jump their consciousnesses into their parallel selves in other dimensions. This is the message I must pass on, the one goal I have to remember after everything else I am is gone. Fingers trembling, I unscrew it and scrawl on a tattered poster on the wall of the alley. When I fish inside, I can’t find a pen, but there’s a lipstick. Desperately I tug at these unfamiliar clothes–the short dress and shiny jacket I wear have no pockets, but there’s a small bag dangling from my shoulder. I don’t know whether I have minutes, or seconds, or even less. It hangs around my neck, still glowing with the heat of the journey. It’s hard to catch my breath, to get any sense of where I am. Rain falls cold and sharp against my skin, from a sky I’ve never seen before. My hand shakes as I brace myself against the brick wall.

These are them, and also: What is A Thousand Pieces of You About? I hadn’t read more than four paragraphs into A Thousand Pieces of You, and I knew I was going to love it. I have a confession to make: I think I’m becoming an adrenaline junkie of a reader. Doesn’t affect the price of the book for you. This post was first published in January of 2017. And I found a good deal on this book to share with you! Updated post: I’ve become a full-on adrenaline junkie of reader.

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