The Heart’s Journey Home:
A Layover in Doppelganger-Ville
The Heart’s Journey Home, #2
The Heart’s Journey Home, #2
by Nikki
Jackson
Publication date: April 30th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
Publication date: April 30th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
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Picking up where The Heart’s
Journey Home: California Blend Summer Vacation leaves off, book two in the
series follows seventeen-year-old Tori Logan as she and her best friends, AJ
and Kalea, accompany Tori’s archeologist father to Israel.
Tori Logan is used to her life
looking a little different from the lives of other girls her age. She’s also
used to having plenty of adventures, so when she and her best friends see an
excavated quarry in one of Jerusalem’s most famous archeological sites, they waste
no time checking it out for themselves. Adventurous and fiercely independent,
Tori leads her friends into the quarry where they happen upon what appears to
be a secret passageway. As the trio laughs and jokes, small rumblings turn into
big quakes and the walls start to crumble around them. Kalea and AJ escape, but
the site collapses before Tori can find her way out.
When she comes regains
consciousness, Tori realizes she’s traveled back in time to ancient Jerusalem.
With her quick wit and drive to survive, she concocts a story about why she, a
foreigner, is there and finds shelter with a widow woman named Judith – who
looks exactly like her father’s live-in girlfriend, Rachel.
As Tori encounters other people
who are spitting images of loved ones back at home, she must reconcile truths
about herself with the hard realities about the situation in which she finds
herself. But will these lessons last once she’s back at home?
Will she even make it home?
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Guest post by Nikki
Jackson
My Weird
Fascination….
I have a weird
fascination and its scary movies.
I have sworn off
them more times than I can remember because I actually find them so terrifying
but like a little chocolate addict my hand finds its way back to the box. I can
only blame it on a mildly warped fascination with the fact that that someone wrote,
out of their own imagination, something that could cause such physical,
emotional and psychological reactions in the reader (or if it’s a movie – the
viewer).
I remember back in
the day when the movie The Exorcist debuted. It was 1973 and no movie like
it had ever really be made and it was the scariest thing in town. To this very
day I’ve never seen that movie. I read the reviews and watched the news spots
and that was more than enough to keep me away from it. There were reports of
moviegoers crying, fainting and throwing up (especially during the head
spinning around part), all because they’d been so affected by what was going on
with the little demon possessed girl.
The scariest movie
I’ve ever seen in life to date was The Ring. I got caught up in the premise:
watch the video, get the phone call, dead in seven days. The curious side of my
brain just knew there was a safe, logical way out of this and I wanted to see
how the latest victim would beat the curse. I still don’t know how the movie
ended. When that little kid came out of that well I started screaming.
I was screaming at
the guy watching this play out on his TV to turn it off and get out of there.
He didn’t hear me. He just sat there spellbound while that kid came out of that
well and was moving, like some weird stop-action closer and closer, and then
shocks of shocks….when that kid climbed through the TV set….I’m surprised the
neighbors didn’t call the police, I was a hot screaming mess. It was like she’d
climbed through my TV
set and into my living
room. That’s the last thing I remember.
I turned on every
light in the house (why did I watch it at night, alone?), made sure all the
doors and windows were locked (twice) and I spent the night on the sofa with a
blanket over my head praying to still be alive with the new day’s dawn.
Here’s what’s so
intriguing – that hot mess of a movie was first a writer’s creation. Somebody
sat down and imagined it and then wrote it down. As traumatizing as that movie
was to me, the thought that a writer wrote it is fantastic. Don’t you see? I
was scared and traumatized and ready to throw-up and pee all at the same time –
I was physically and emotionally and yes, psychologically effected and caught
up and spent and I didn’t even last the whole movie!
As a writer I don’t
want to scare the bejeezus out of anyone, but I want to take the reader on an
exhilarating, crazy wild rollercoaster ride. I want the reader to be giddy,
shocked, angry, moved, excited, teased, floored, bowled over – and happily
spent when they finish reading a book of mine. I want to pull the reader out of
their present setting and take them on the journey of a story with me and my
characters. I want to give the reader a break from life as they know it and I
want them to eagerly join me on an imagined adventure.
Sure, I’d like to
make a million bucks writing, but when I really think about it? I’d rather
prefer making a million friends.
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