I received this book for free from Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.The Forgetting by Nicole Maggi
Published by Sourcebooks Fire on 2/3/2015
Genres: Mystery, Young Adult
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Georgie's new heart saved her life...but now she's losing her mind. Georgie Kendrick wakes up after a heart transplant, but the organ beating in her chest doesn't seem to be in tune with the rest of her body. Why does she have a sudden urge for strawberries when she's been allergic for years? Why can't she remember last Christmas? Driven to find her donor, Georgie discovers her heart belonged to a girl her own age who fell out of the foster care system and into a rough life on the streets. Everyone thinks she committed suicide, but Georgie is compelled to find the truth - before she loses herself completely.
I really enjoyed this book. Not only does it have a crazy mystery, but there are real issues brought to the forefront.
Georgie would get on my nerves at times, but I think it was mostly because of her own circumstances apart from the people she meets on her search for her heart donor. I do think she grows a lot throughout the duration of the novel. She sees that not everybody lives the way she does, and that life could be so much worse. I also think self sacrifice is a big thing in this book. Some of those sacrifices are huge and can be deadly.
There were slow moments but it kept me hooked. I wanted to find out the mystery behind the memories Georgie was having. Although trafficking is something not touched on a lot in teen books, I think this did a good job bringing it to light without sounding too much like a PSA.
I jerked awake after what felt like only a minute. Darkness cloaked every inch of the room. I sat up. Panic snaked through me. This wasn’t my room. This room smelled sweet and clean and moonlight spilled in through a window. I had never slept in a room with a window.
I never know what time it is in my room because no light squeezes in; even the door reaches all the way to the floor. Dankness clings to the walls and I can’t breathe deep in here, not without getting a mouthful of mold. The air is too close, like there’s not enough of it. I grope for the flashlight I keep next to my bed so I won’t have to step onto the concrete floor to flip the switch by the door…
But the flashlight wasn’t there.
Pain seized my chest. My hand collided with the ornate lamp on the nightstand and I clicked it on. A soft circle of light pooled on the wall. I blinked. I was in my own room, with its plush carpeted floors and large bay window and lamps on each side of the bed. Why would I think I was in a room barely bigger than a closet, sleeping on a cot that was too small for me? Where had that memory come from? I closed my eyes and let the picture form. Clear and vivid, I saw that room. I knew every nook and cranny of that room. But as far as I could remember, I had never been there. How could I remember someplace I had never been?
The middle-of-the-night hush closed in on me and the only sound was The Catch, breathing in between my heartbeats like it was its own being. I moved my hand in slow circles over my heart but there was no sweetness to be found. In the stillness of the sleeping house, I let myself think the unthinkable. The memory of that room didn’t belong to me, and neither did the memory of that strawberry shortcake.
Those memories belonged to the previous owner of my heart.
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