Mediator #1: Shadowland (eBook)

Meg Cabot (Autor)

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2009 | 1. Auflage
304 Seiten
Harpercollins (Verlag)
978-0-06-197188-4 (ISBN)

Infos

Shadowland is the first book in the thrilling, romantic Mediator series, from the New York Times bestselling author of the Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot. Suze is a mediatora liaison between the living and the dead. In other words, she sees dead people. And they won't leave her alone until she helps them resolve their unfinished business with the living.But Jesse, the hot ghost haunting her bedroom, doesn't seem to need her help. Which is a relief, because Suze has just moved to sunny California and plans to start fresh, with trips to the mall instead of the cemetery, and surfing instead of spectral visitations. But the very first day at her new school, Suze realizes it's not that easy.There's a ghost with revenge on her mind...and Suze happens to be in the way.Don't miss the delightfully funny supernatural Mediator series, from New York Times bestselling author Meg Cabot.

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They told me there'd be palm trees.

I didn't believe them, but that's what they told me. They told me I'd be able to see them from the plane.

Oh, I know they have palm trees in southern California. I mean, I'm not a complete moron. I've watched 90210, and everything. But I was moving to northern California. I didn't expect to see palm trees in northern California. Not after my mom told me not to give away all my sweaters.

'Oh, no,' my mom had said. 'You'll need them. Your coats, too. It can get cold there. Not as cold as New York, maybe, but pretty chilly.'

Which was why I wore my black leather motorcycle jacket on the plane. I could have shipped it, I guess, with the rest of my stuff, but it kind of made me feel better to wear it.

So there I was, sitting on the plane in a black leather motorcycle jacket, seeing these palm trees through the window as we landed. And I thought, Great. Black leather and palm trees. Already I'm fitting in, just like I knew I would. . . . . . . Not.

My mom isn't particularly fond of my leather jacket, but I swear I didn't wear it to make her mad, or anything. I'm not resentful of the fact that she decided to marry a guy who lives three thousand miles away, forcing me to leave school in the middle of my sophomore year, abandon the best—,and pretty much only—,friend I've had since kindergarten, leave the city I've been living in for all of my sixteen years.

Oh, no. I'm not a bit resentful.

The thing is, I really do like Andy, my new stepdad. He's good for my mom. He makes her happy. And he's very nice to me.

It's just this moving-to-California thing that bugs me.

Oh, and did I mention Andy's three other kids?

They were all there to greet me when I got off the plane. My mom, Andy, and Andy's three sons. Sleepy, Dopey, and Doc, I call them. They're my new stepbrothers.

'Susie!' Even if I hadn't heard my mom squealing my name as I walked through the gate, I wouldn't have missed them—,my new family. Andy was making his two youngest boys hold up this big sign that said welcome home, susannah! Everybody getting off my flight was walking by it, going, 'Aw, look how cute,' to their travel companions, and smiling at me in this sickening way.

Oh, yeah. I'm fitting in. I'm fitting in just great.

'Okay,' I said, walking up to my new family fast. 'You can put the sign down now.'

But my mom was too busy hugging me to pay any attention. 'Oh, Susie!' she kept saying. I hate when anybody but my mom calls me Susie, so I shot the boys this mean look over her shoulder, just in case they were getting any big ideas. They just kept grinning at me from over the stupid sign, Dopey because he's too dumb to know any better, Doc because—,well, I guess because he might have been glad to see me. Doc's weird that way. Sleepy, the oldest, just stood there, looking . . . well, sleepy.

'How was your flight, kiddo?' Andy took my bag off my shoulder, and put it on his own. He seemed surprised by how heavy it was, and went, 'Whoa, what've you got in here, anyway? You know it's a felony to smuggle New York City fire hydrants across state lines.'

I smiled at him. Andy's this really big goof, but he's a nice big goof. He wouldn't have the slightest idea what constitutes a felony in the state of New York since he's only been there, like, five times. Which was, incidentally, exactly how many visits it took him to convince my mother to marry him.

'It's not a fire hydrant,' I said. 'It's a parking meter. And I have four more bags.'

'Four?' Andy pretended he was shocked. 'What do you think you're doing, moving in or something?'

Did I mention that Andy thinks he's a comedian? He's not. He's a carpenter.

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 6.10.2009
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch
• ISBN-10: 0-06-197188-X / 006197188X
• ISBN-13: 978-0-06-197188-4 / 9780061971884