Tuesday, February 24, 2015

'The Ghost of You' by Amanda Burckhard Blitz

The Ghost of You
Release Date: 02/24/ 15
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Summary from Goodreads:
Emmy has everything she’s ever wanted: a hot boyfriend she adores, great friends, a promising future, and even a well- connected family. But one night rips it all away.

A car accident shatters her world, claiming the lives of her twin brother and her best friend. In the wake of the accident, her friends drift away, her family falls apart, and her boyfriend cheats.</ i></ div>

The grief is more than she can handle, so she finds escape at the bottom of a bottle of painkillers. Taking the pills makes her brother alive again, if only in her head. Seeing and talking to her brother as if he were still alive is the only thing that keeps her going. Until Logan King moves to town.

Logan sees past the mask of pristine popularity she wears in public and he’s the only one who can tell she hasn’t moved on. His uncanny ability to read her forces her to open up and she starts to fall for him, no matter how unwilling she is to admit it. But Emmy isn’t the only one keeping secrets and when a close brush with death sparks events that bring everything to light, Emmy will have to decide what’s more important: learning how to forgive and move on, or holding onto the pills and the ghost of her past.

Over the past year, I developed a system. It took some trial and error, but eventually I got it 

down to a science. I knew exactly how many to take and at what time to maintain the constant 

calm the pills gave me without any side effects. I took a pill right before school at eight, a pill 

after lunch at one, one after practice around six, and one before bed. I never take them too close 

to practice, not wanting to get groggy or slow. Someone would notice that. 

I didn’t have to turn around to know Derek had a scowl on his face. I sat on the bench next to 

him. He crossed his arms over his chest, a frown creasing his brow into a wrinkly mess. “This 

isn’t healthy.” 

“Neither is talking to your dead sibling, but you don’t have a problem with that.” 

The wrinkles in his face deepened. I walked to the shed. He was leaning against the wall of the 

shed when I opened it and pulled out a rake. “It’s not the same and you know it.” 

“We’ve had this argument a dozen times. What’s the point? You know what’ll happen if I try to 

stop taking them. Just drop it.” The pills brought him to me and they kept him there. If I stopped 

taking them, he disappeared. That wasn’t happening. “What’s the big deal anyway? I have 

perfect attendance at school, perfect grades, and I’m better than ever at softball. It’s not like I’m 

some freaking junky or something. They aren’t hurting me. They’re helping.” 

When I walked back onto the field, he was waiting for me. The metal rake made a harsh 

scratching sound against the small stones in the dirt as I removed all signs of grooves and cleat 

marks from the field. 

The hard set of his jaw told me he wanted to continue the argument, but he changed the topic 

instead. “You made some great plays today.” 

“Thanks.” I paused in my work, something nagging at my brain. It had been bothering me all 

day. “I’m afraid to tell Dad about the photo class.” 

“Then don’t tell him.” 

“He’s going to find out eventually. It’ll be worse if it’s not from me.” I knew there was nothing 

I could do about taking it, but that wouldn’t stop Dad from being angry. He’d see it as a waste of 



I continued working away at the field. When I had removed every divot, I dragged the rake back 

into the shed and locked it up. “I still can’t believe I have class with Zane.” I pulled off my cleats 

and stashed them in my bag, slipping on my sandals. We walked to my car and I made sure to 

chain up the gate of the four-field complex. 

“Maybe if you gave photography a chance, you’d enjoy it. Even with Zane.” 

I threw my bag in the trunk and slumped into the driver’s seat. He already sat situated next to 

me. “Maybe. We’ll see.” 

The drive home was silent. I didn’t feel like talking at the moment. I just wanted him around. He 

always seemed to sense when I was in that kind of mood. 

My stomach growled so I stopped and got a sandwich from the local sub shop. He stayed in the 


When we got home, I pulled my car into the empty garage. He stared at the deserted driveway. 

His voice grew sad. “I wish Mom spent more time at home instead of spending every hour she’s 

not working at the shelter. Then maybe Dad wouldn’t spent most nights at the office. And you 

wouldn’t take those pills.” 

Mom was the queen of volunteering. She helped at the local Women’s shelter, the soup kitchen, 

suicide hotline, and even the animal shelter. She knew how to help everybody but her own 

daughter. She used to organize some charity events when I was younger, but since Derek died, 

Mom had turned volunteering into an obsession. She was always planning some sort of charity 

auction or walk or something. Dad worked ninety hours a week. 

In the weeks following Derek’s death, I kept telling myself they needed time. That they lost their 

son, that they were hurting as much as I was and eventually things would get better. Only weeks 

turned into months and months into a year. Now whenever I wonder if they’re okay, if they’ll 

ever be the same as before, the empathy is quickly masked by anger and resentment. Derek was 

gone, but I was here and they abandoned me. I was practically invisible. To them, I might as well 

have been dead too. “Even if she was home more, Dad would still be a workaholic, and I would 

still take them. Because you’d still be gone.” 

He didn’t respond.

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About the Author</ span>
Amanda Burckhard grew up exploring bat caves and hunting for dinosaur bones in the Black Hills of South Dakota. When she wasn’t crossing paths with mountain lions, she was making up stories and devouring books at the library. Although, she still does that.

Amanda loves to travel and cross out things on her adrenaline packed bucket list. Some of the things she's been able to cross out include see an active volcano erupt, ride a gondola in Venice, and pet a tiger.</ span>

She currently lives in North Sioux City, South Dakota and works as a microbiologist by day. Some of her obsessions include comic book movies, hot chocolate, sushi, sunshine, and Doctor Who.

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