Anticipation: Radiance

Radiance by Alyson Noel, spin-off saga of the immortals who has climbed the charts and attracted to young readers from overseas (the main character is Riley, Ever's little sister), comes out in bookstores for Fanucci January 20. Here is the exclusive on the front pages of the novel. 1 Most people believe that death is the end.

The end of life ... the good times ... the end of, well, 'more or less everything. But those people are wrong. Are grossly mistaken. And I should know. I died about a year ago. 2 The strangest thing is that dying does not really change anything. I mean, you expect a big change, right? Why die ...

be ', let's face it, it's pretty dramatic. Links have been writing songs, books, and even screenplays. Oh, this is even a major theme in the cartoons on Saturday morning. But instead the issue has nothing to do with what you see on TV. Not a bit '. Take me, for example. I'm alive, uh, so it is typically safe ...

like death, that death is not so different. Or at least not at first. And at least, not in the negative as you probably think. Because to be honest, when I died I felt more alive than ever. I could jump higher ... run faster ... I could even walk through walls if you wanted. And this was particularly the revealing element.

The fact of crossing the walls. Since I could not do a thing like this before, so I knew something had happened. Something important. But until then, had seemed like a fantastic car gitarella. I mean, my father decided suddenly, unexpectedly, to change direction. One minute before spinning on the winding road, while the iPod I sang along with the head of my dog Buttercup resting on his knees, trying my best to ignore the bully Ever, my older sister, who lives to torment me in practice.

And the next thing I remember is that we were completely the other way. No longer on the road, no longer in Oregon, I do not know how we landed in the middle of this magnificent course that was shining, full of trees and flowers buttons light vibrating. And when my parents went in one direction and my sister in another, I will I stayed there with my head spinning like crazy, undecided on who to follow.

Part of me urged me: 'Cross the bridge with Mom and Dad and Buttercup ... they know what is best! '. " While the other party insisted: 'Do not be santarellina ... Ever if you see something amazing and you miss it, you'll regret it forever! ' And when I finally decided to follow my sister, I had spent so much time that he was gone.

Simply ... disappeared. Floating in the mist. She had returned there on Earth. And so I was trapped. Caught between two worlds. Until we are able to get here. That's how they call it: 'Here'. And if you are so stupid to ask what time it is, you say, 'Now'. Probably because there is no time, which means that everything happens, well, 'the instant case, which is always ...

hours. So, I guess you could say that I live here and now. Strangely, it is not so different from where I lived before, there in Eugene, Oregon. Except for the time, that does not exist. And of course, for that small detail you can walk through walls and so on. But apart from that, and the fact that I can do anything I want to look - like houses and cars and clothes, even animals and beaches - just imagining it, everything is more or less the same.

* P * My parents are here. My grandparents as well. Even my sweet honey-colored Labrador retriever, Buttercup, has done it. And even if we could live anywhere we want, in any type of house you could want, the funny thing is that the new neighborhood is an almost perfect copy of my old neighborhood in Oregon.

It's all the same, even the clothes hanging in the closet, socks crammed in drawers, and posters attached to the walls of my room. The only thing different, the only thing that annoys me somewhat is the fact that all the other houses in the neighborhood are empty. Mainly for the fact that all my old neighbors and friends are alive and healthy, and still there on Earth (well ', for now at least!).

But then again, except this is exactly how I remember it. Exactly how I wanted it. I just want to have some friends who enjoy it. 3 When I woke up this morning ... Oh, that's another thing ... You probably thought that I needed to sleep, right? Be ', the beginning is what I thought. But as I have explained to my parents, we are, in a sense, more alive than ever, we are made of energy in its purest form.

And after a long day of creation and appearances and, well, 'any other business people choose to play here, our energy needs a little break, a nap to rest, recuperate and regenerate ... which, again, is no different from life on Earth. Well, when I woke up this morning with that wagged its tail Buttercup and I licked her face, despite being a fairly pleasant to wake up, I pushed off, pulling the blanket over his head, and turning so as to give away.

My eyes are close to the maximum and I have tried to immerse myself again in my dream while Buttercup continued to moan and whine and touch me with his paw. And just when I was about to chase him away again, here I remembered: Buttercup was excited for me. Everyone was excited for me. Since I arrived here, I almost always been committed to get used to my new life, integration of new in my family, and basically trying to learn how things work in this place.

And now that I had set, it was time for my first day of school (yes, we have a school here ... it's not all roses, you know), and since they all showed so excited about it, I seemed excited about having to show too. Pretty excited to get out of bed, get ready, and have the time to bring up something nice to wear, so I could at least according to my parents, go to a place where I, 'meet new friends, learned new things, and in less I would say that is not found to continue from the exact spot where I had stopped at home! ' And as I was not convinced, as I was ready to bet anything that would not have been even remotely true, I simply smile and nod.

I wanted them to think that I was impatient because, obviously, it was them. I did not want them to know how much I missed my old life back home - I missed it so much that now was a kind of constant pain in me - and even that was almost strasicura that this school, no matter how fabulous they argue, would never Potu-to compete with what I had left behind.

So, after having enjoyed a frugal breakfast with Mom and Dad (and no, actually we do not need to eat, but give up the pleasure of cereal in the Toffoletti if you were not forced?), I started walking. At first I wore the uniform of a college classic white shirt, plaid skirt, blue jacket, white socks and cute shoes, since I always wanted to attend a school that required uniforms, but then I thought better way and I replaced with a pair of tight jeans, flats and a soft fluffy blue cardigan worn over a top with the logo of my favorite band.

* P * Seriously, bring up things really easy ... or at least it is here. Just think about what you want, anything, print it in mind ... and voila ... as if by magic, you've got it! However, I continued to do so, changing, and in return, back and forth, the two look. I was very close as a girl from college, and two others dressed like a twelve year old superstilosa.

I calculated that I would have stayed with the clothes I was wearing when I reached the campus, knowing that I could always change in an instant if that had proved to be the wrong choice. Then, at some point on the road, I saw it. The Observatory. The place on which my parents had warned.

Insisted that would not lead to anything good. I would have fixed it again, whereas I needed to gather the energy to go on, environments, and accept the fact that, like it or not, I am now officially a resident of here and now. They argued that it was time to turn our backs on the old life and is committed to embracing life after death.

"You kept on Earth enough," said my father, addressing the usual comprehensive look at the same time worried. While my mom watched, eyes half-closed and arms folded, not even a second without being enchanted by the excuse of 'pure and simple curiosity'. "Your sister has to learn his lesson, his destiny to fulfill, and do not interfere up to you" she said, refusing to be condescending or just look at things from my point of view.

But even if their intentions were good, you see, they do not really know my sister well as I do. They did not know that she needed me in a way that they could never understand. Moreover, it is true that time does not exist anymore, then there is no danger of being late to school, right? So come on, what might happen in the worst case? More than convinced, I took a little detour and I slipped inside, grabbing a ticket from the dispenser on the wall first in a long line to queue.

Surrounded by a pile of gray heads in stock raptures at the thought that their grandchildren could not wait to watch. Finally, the screen flashed up my number and I marched straight into the cubicle just opened, I closed the curtain behind me, I accommodated on the hard metal stool and I typed the desired destination, carefully examining the screen until I found it.

Ever My sister. Blond hair, blue eyes, my sister looks like a lot, except for the nose. She was fortunate enough to take the perfectly straight nose of our mother ... while I got the, er, more piece of my father. "A nose that has character" my father liked to say. "There's another way, anywhere ...

except on your face, "she said, catching one of those tweaks that can always make me laugh. But even if I seemed to stare at the screen for a while 'time, you were not seeing that much. Or at least, nothing important anyway. Nothing could be defined as a heart attack (and no, my heart beats faster in reality, is so to speak).

Basically what I saw was a girl who was moving, trying in every way to persuade anyone around her to be a perfectly normal person who lived a perfectly normal life, when the truth is, I know for a fact that was anything but that. Yet, I could not stop looking. I could not stop that old feeling of rewind.

A feeling that my heart swelled so much that I was sure, would have burst by digging a big hole right in the chest. A feeling that my throat was on fire em'impediva to speak, his eyes began to tear, and I was filled with nostalgia, a longing so suffocating that I would give anything to go back.

Back on Earth. In the place where we truly belong. Because to be honest, for my own efforts to make the brave and to believe all that I was settling in well and that I was serious about learning to love my new life here ... the fact is that it was not true. I was not settling. I was not learning to love anything.

No. Not at all. P * * In fact, given the opportunity, I would have done anything to find it again and I run across that bridge without looking back even once. I would do anything to get home to my real home, and live again beside my sister. And it did not take too much time in front of the screen to see that Ever felt like me.

Why not just lacking, but it was pretty obvious that he needed me as far as I had of her. And this was enough to convince me I did the right thing. It is not enough to hear the last bit of remorse for having disappointed my parents and myself secretly slipped in the Observatory. Because to be honest I felt justified.

Sometimes you just have to act on your behalf. Sometimes you have to do what in you know is right.

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