Kari Lynn M: 3 books

"You know, I like to pretend like I'm in a cartoon." "A cartoon?" He looked back and forth between me and the road ahead as he continued. "Yeah, like I'm in one of those crazy violent video games, or a James Bond movie, or a crazy violent James Bond video game... Or, to categorize all of that... a cartoon."

Waking up in a deserted Wisconsin woods surrounded by masked members of a family witch-gang at three a.m. on a school night? Check. Becoming captured by a deeply demented elder alongside the one member of society that you probably despise the most? Yep, check. My life hasn’t been this heart-stopping since I spotted Jon Bon Jovi’s tour bus at the local 7-Eleven.

67 days. That’s all I have. People keep coming here, asking the girl in that bed to wake up. But I’m not her, not anymore. I need to go, but I can’t leave, and there’s only one way out. I don’t want to be left here, in between.