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What readers are saying about: My Recycled Soul

What readers are saying:

Recycled Souls a nook book-written by Lynette Ferreira- deserves five stars and is one of the best books that I have read in a long time. It’s relatable to teenage girls everywhere. Throughout the book it’s hard not to feel similarly to Elizabeth. Elizabeth is an ordinary High Schooler, is forced to move away from her life in America, and move to -not a new house, or city- Ireland. Here her life will be turned upside down and she loses the boy she falls in love with, after a terrible accident which influences her to end their relationship. Recycled souls is packed with sadness, love, loss, redemption and then death of a newly loved one. Monica Esparza rated it at Goodreads

I love the idea of two souls being connected and finding each other at different points through time. The coming together of two souls who may have been kept apart previously by circumstance, finding each other again and hopefully getting it right. Elizabeth has always be very good at covering up her emotions. Making people believe that all is right in her world. When she and her family relocate from California to Ireland she tries her hardest to cover her unhappiness. When Elizabeth and Jared meet I was slightly thrown by their instant love, but once you understand the premise of the story and the connection of their souls it makes complete sense. And they were so good together!! And he sees through her act at making everyone think she is happy. I flew through the first half of the book as the two of them spent time together. And then out of the blue I was thrown by a decision that Elizabeth makes and it took me a little while to get back in to the groove of the story. Enter Joshua. I didn't warm to him straight away. But as the story went on, warm to him I did and then I was knocked for six by the turn in the story!! It was completely unexpected and I could feel all the emotions that Elizabeth was experiencing!! There was a point in the book where Jared tells Elizabeth that she frustrates him and I have to admit that there were times when I felt exactly the same way!! I just felt that she jumped to conclusions so quickly without talking things through. Is My Recycled Soul a book that I would recommend? Most definitely!! It was a really easy and enjoyable read and the whole concept of the story was great! Tracey (YA Book Addict) rated it at Goodreads

This book had me hooked from the first word to the last. Having moved a lot my self when I was younger, I really connected with Elizabeth. Jared's dedication to Elizabeth after the accident broke my heart and I actually cried when she turned him away thinking it was for his own good. I could go on forever about this book but let me not spoil it for anyone! I highly recommend this book. It was brilliant! Heather Scrooby rated it at Goodreads

I cried... and for a guy to admit that, well, that just shows how good this book is...

***BIG Spoiler Alert***

This book not only has a happy ending, it has two happy endings. When you get to the very last page, and you wonder if what you're think happened has actually happened - well, it has. And that was where I had the biggest smile at the end of a book in years. Elizabeth gets moved with her family from California to Ireland. She hates it. But everything happens for a reason. She meets her soul mate in Jared and then something terrible happens. But everything happens for a reason. She meets Joshua who believes she is her soul mate but she takes her time going from friend to romance. Then something God-awful happens. But everything happens for a reason. Elizabeth reunites with Jared and they get the happy ending you've been hoping for. But everything happens for a reason, and EVERYONE gets a happy ending. Trust me on this. She must break with Jared in order to meet Joshua. It is absolutely necessary. If you believe in reincarnation, then you will realize that not all soul mates are meant to be romantically linked. Look at your family. And wonder... BTW, this book has the most heartbreaking voice mail in history and that is where I cried. But everything happens for a reason. If you've read this book and feel like talking about it, please hit comments. I really would like to chat with others about this book - especially the end. Scott R.rated it at Amazon

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The writing style, expressive of a young girl's experience and accentuated by a dreamy present tense style, offers an excellent read.

"Recycled Souls" grabs the reader with a personal but very absorbing story, projecting the main character's emotions with unusual intensity.

What the story is about:

Elizabeth is a happy seventeen-year-old girl until her step-dad announces, "We are moving to Ireland." She would have to leave her room, her house, the street where she lived her whole live, as well as the boy she has had a serious crush on for the longest time. Little did Elizabeth know things are changing to how they are supposed to be. 


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Chapter One

I smile broadly all the way home from school.
There is a skip in my step and a song in my heart, and it feels as if my life is on track, everything is perfect and nothing could ever change how I feel - nothing at all.
I have always secretly liked Jason, and although he went out with Carol for almost two years, I still have a serious crush on him. He is, after all, the most popular, most handsome boy in school, and now it appears, he is eventually aware of my existence.
This afternoon I saw him standing on the steps leading away from school, waiting for someone, and I was going to walk past, as always. I usually pretend I do not notice him, and then at the last moment, I will look up and say, “Hi, Jason,” casually, in my over-practiced voice.
Just as I opened my mouth to deliver my line, I heard him say, “Hi, Elizabeth,” in that deep, husky voice of his.
Abruptly my mind went void of all thoughts and intentions, and although my gut feeling urged me to walk away, the butterflies in my stomach tumbling and dropping, my feet stopped moving anyway.
I turned toward him and said, “Hi, Jason,” a bit awkwardly, but making sure to let his name almost whisper over my lips – once again over practiced, and my feeble attempt at being sexy.
My mind filled rapidly with screaming and shouting, so loudly, it was difficult to hear myself think and besides, I did not want him to realize he had just made my day, in fact, made my life.
I made a quick exit, before I started babbling, making a fool of myself. My feet started to walk me away again, and I smiled sweetly up over my shoulder, catching his gaze following me.
I cannot believe he actually knows my name. I replay this very short conversation with him in my mind over and over again, the entire way home. I cannot wait to share my news with someone, anyone.
What I did not realize, is that my future is not in my hands, and change is not a choice.
As soon as I walk through my front door, I know something is wrong. My mom and Sean approach me, and if not for Sean’s happy smile, I would be thinking someone died. My mom looks cheerful, but nervous, as she comes to stand next to me, putting her arm across my shoulders reassuringly.
Then the radiant, happy smile fades from my face, as my world crashes to my feet.
Sean announces with great excitement, “We are moving.”
I look at him shocked. “Where?” I feel my mom’s hand on my shoulder tighten encouragingly.
“To Ireland,” he beams.
“When did this happen?” I ask in disbelief. This cannot be happening to me. Not now. Not today.
“Your mom and I have been discussing it for a while, and we made the decision last week. I have made a few phone calls and everything just fell into place.”
I feel fear push up in my chest, from the immense despondency suddenly filling me like a flash flood, permeating every cell in my body. I move away from my mom, mumbling, “I am going to my room. Homework.”
Moving away from my mom, I feel her hand drop from my shoulders. I sense she wants to say something. Something to encourage me, to motivate me, but I do not want to hear what she has to say. I need to be alone.
As I climb the stairs to my room, thoughts rush through my mind: we are moving not just house or city, but country.
Sean has Irish ancestors and his great, extremely great grandfather was a lord of some importance about a million years ago. Unfortunately, being the only son, he inherited an apparent manor in the west of Ireland from his dad last year. A house that has been in his family since the time of this great grandfather and this is where we will be moving to now.
In the weeks that follow, I start having the strangest dreams. My friend, Rebecca, says it is my subconscious trying to prepare me for the future.
Although I try to hold onto these dreams, to try and make sense of them, they escape my mind as fast as water down a blocked drain. They linger for a few days at the back of my mind, and then they melt away, forgotten.
In my first dream, I am dressed in a funny medieval kind of dress and my hair is tied up in twisting braids on top of my head. I am crying despondently. The sobs shudder through my body until I become aware of someone watching me. I look up, but I do not recognise the boy looking down at me. He has dark curly hair, intense blue eyes, and his lips match his rosy cheeks perfectly. He has the face of an angel. Looking up at him, I feel a sense of peace settle over me.
I sob, “Who are you?”
“Devlin.” He says casually as if I should know who he is.
“What do you want?”
He does not reply, but he sits down onto the fallen tree trunk beside me, while looking at me sympathetically.
I continue crying, dropping my face into my upturned palms, while he sits next to me in silence.
After a while I look up at him, with red-rimmed eyes, and say, “It’s just not fair, you know.”
He looks back at me solemnly.
“I am my da’s only daughter, and he always told me to be independent in a world where women are second-rated, so I cannot understand why he is doing this.” I glance at him, wondering how much I can say, but then I decide I just do not care who he tells. The whole world needs to know the injustice of what is being done to me. “He only wants to further his own aspirations of being more important than what he actually is.”
His voice is soft when he speaks, “What is it that your da wants you to do?”
“He wants me to marry Gerard, the neighbour’s son. I do not even know him.”
“Maybe it would not be so bad if you married him.”
I look at him appalled.
“I have seen him. He looks well brought up and he would not treat you ill.”
“That’s not the point. I do not want to marry him.”
I feel the damp of the night air settle on my shoulders and I shudder as a cold shiver squeezes through me.
For a couple of nights, I dream of Devlin. We are always sitting on a tree trunk surrounded by trees and shafts of sunlight.
I get to the point where I actually want to escape into my dreams, away from the truth of moving. In my reality everything becomes a haze and I remain in shock and disbelief as my mom and Sean continue past me and through me, as if I am invisible, not taking any notice of me in their busy schedule to make the move happen without any problems.