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Inconsequential: not important or significant.Synonyms: insignificant, unimportant, nonessential, irrelevant
In the world of genetic mutation, Gypsy’s talent of knowing a person’s age of death is considered a failure. Her peers, the other Cavies, have powers that range from curdling a blood still in the vein to being able to overhear a conversation taking place three miles away, but when they’re taken from the sanctuary where they grew up and forced into the real world, Gypsy, with her all-but-invisible gift, is the one with the advantage.
The only one who’s safe, if the world finds out what they can do.
When the Cavies are attacked and inoculated with an unidentified virus, that illusion is shattered. Whatever was attached to the virus causes their abilities to change. Grow. In some cases, to escape their control.
Gypsy dreamed of normal high school, normal friends, a normal life, for years. Instead, the Cavies are sucked under a sea of government intrigue, weaponized genetic mutation, and crushing secrets that will reframe everything they’ve ever been told about how their "talents" came to be in the first place.
When they find out one of their own has been appropriated by the government, mistreated and forced to run dangerous missions, their desire for information becomes a pressing need. With only a series of guesses about their origins, the path to the truth becomes quickly littered with friends, enemies, and in the end, the Cavies ability to trust anyone at all.
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The door buzzer rings around four thirty, two hours earlier than Maya's supposed to get here and way earlier than my father has ever come home. Not that he would ring the buzzer.
I haul myself off the bed and out of Gravity's Rainbow, down the stairs, and peer out the peephole.
“I can see your shadow, you creeper. Open the door.”
A smile twists my lips and I yank on the knob. “You're early.”
“Obviously. What's wrong with your hair? It looks like a bird made a nest in it.” Maya steps over the threshold, looking as put together as she had at school except she’s in jeans and a CA T-shirt instead of a uniform.
“Not all of us are lucky enough to be as naturally adorable as you.”
“Yeah, well, don't knock your long legs and nice chest combo. Short and cute as a button aren't all they're cracked up to be.”
Even though it's my house, I trail Maya into the kitchen and find her with her head stuck in the fridge. She emerges with two apples, a jar of Nutella, and two bottles of water. We perch at the island, in the same spot where Jude and I sat the other afternoon. She slices away while I stop myself from asking why she's here early, a little afraid that she'll take it the wrong way, like it's a problem or something, which it's not.
“Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here early?” Her keen eyes sparkle, like she can read my thoughts.
I shrug. “I'm too busy counting my lucky stars.”
“Smartass. Two reasons, actually. The first is that my father got your blood test results back, and since there's nothing wrong with you, he said I could spill.”
“Nothing?” The relief gushing through my ears makes the words sound far away. Hot on its heels is disappointment—because we need a lead. Something that can tell us what those people know and how they changed our mutations with a single injection. “Nothing's wrong with me?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she laughs. “I mean, I hardly know you and there’s totally something wrong with you.”
“Hilarious.”
The door buzzer rings around four thirty, two hours earlier than Maya's supposed to get here and way earlier than my father has ever come home. Not that he would ring the buzzer.
I haul myself off the bed and out of Gravity's Rainbow, down the stairs, and peer out the peephole.
“I can see your shadow, you creeper. Open the door.”
A smile twists my lips and I yank on the knob. “You're early.”
“Obviously. What's wrong with your hair? It looks like a bird made a nest in it.” Maya steps over the threshold, looking as put together as she had at school except she’s in jeans and a CA T-shirt instead of a uniform.
“Not all of us are lucky enough to be as naturally adorable as you.”
“Yeah, well, don't knock your long legs and nice chest combo. Short and cute as a button aren't all they're cracked up to be.”
Even though it's my house, I trail Maya into the kitchen and find her with her head stuck in the fridge. She emerges with two apples, a jar of Nutella, and two bottles of water. We perch at the island, in the same spot where Jude and I sat the other afternoon. She slices away while I stop myself from asking why she's here early, a little afraid that she'll take it the wrong way, like it's a problem or something, which it's not.
“Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here early?” Her keen eyes sparkle, like she can read my thoughts.
I shrug. “I'm too busy counting my lucky stars.”
“Smartass. Two reasons, actually. The first is that my father got your blood test results back, and since there's nothing wrong with you, he said I could spill.”
“Nothing?” The relief gushing through my ears makes the words sound far away. Hot on its heels is disappointment—because we need a lead. Something that can tell us what those people know and how they changed our mutations with a single injection. “Nothing's wrong with me?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she laughs. “I mean, I hardly know you and there’s totally something wrong with you.”
“Hilarious.”
Her family is made up of farmers and/or almost rock stars from Iowa, people who numerous, loud, full of love, and the kind of people that make the world better. Trisha tries her best to honor them, and the lessons they’ve taught, through characters and stories—made up, of course, but true enough in their way.
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Thanks for this great giveaway! Gypsy sounds like an interesting book. :)
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