Sentence Sneak Peek - Notes from Ghost Town

Notes from Ghost Town by Kate Ellison

The first sentence from each chapter of Notes from Ghost Town, it's a mini summary of what you can expect to read.

* Spoilers are highlighted like so :)
* ARC received from publisher for review

 “Think about a moment, a little centimeter of time you’d happily exist in forever, if time  could be laid out along the spine of a ruler.”

“Unfreeze.”

“A little less than a year,” I tell Dr. Levine, my optha-mologist, face planted against a heavy metal con-traption as I stare at shapes projected against the wall in colors I can’t distinguish.”

“Where’s the freaking fire?”

“I can’t take my eyes off him—his deep black curls, the cream of his skin, the little cleft in the chin.”

“They’re not real.”

“Liv.”

“I consider calling Raina for help, but only for a second.”

“I call Carol Kohl first thing before work Friday morning, but all I get is the drone of her voice on the machine.”

“Buzzzzzz.”

“As soon as I come home, I plant myself in front of my MacBook.”

“Six days.”

“I sleep—a lonely, heartsick sleep—the whole musty shuttle ride back to the city.”

“I’ll call you if I think of anything else,” Debra Kilmurray tells me before I walk, dazed, back to my car.”

“A lamp is still burning in the living room, casting a glow on the driveway.”

“I kiss Mom’s piano goodbye, finish closing it up with the gentleness of someone laying a baby down to sleep, and hurry out of the flicker-lit halls of E-Z-Store and out to my car.”

“Please enjoy this Verizon ringback tone while your party is reached.”

“We’re so glad you could join us, Olivia,” Ted says, wink-ing as he pours wine into each of our glasses.”

“Olivia Jane.”

“Four days.”

“I call Austin as soon as I get home and realize it’s the last place I want to be: alone, in my bed, thinking of Stern.”

“I think of Mom as I half-jog-half-walk home, down the boardwalk, from Ghost Town.”

“I pick up my cell phone.”

“Click.”

“The office is full of fog and black air.”

“Wake up, Livie.”

“I watch, poised with sketchpad on my lap, from the top of an overlooking hill as the wrecking ball arcs through the sky and crumbles the charred walls of Ghost Town to the ground.”

“But Mom doesn’t come home.”

“On the other side of chaos is order.”