Second Glance; because love simply looks better the second time around.

One word: Riveting.

The story revolves around a ghost-like man falling in love with a real ghost, with the disturbing touch of the eugenics history way back in 1926-1932, and how this man along with his companions solve the uncased close. And how he finally sighs and waits for a brighter tomorrow; with a twist previous to it, and ahead.

Ross Wakeman, a currently hired paranormal investigator, killed himself thrice and constantly failed. Now he wastes his time looking for something our pair of eyes couldn’t see: a ghost. He didn’t want any random poltergeist; however, he only does this crazy thing, without any hope in his quest, to find her late fiancée Aimee (after the accident they were involved). Meanwhile, an Abenaki group protest about a vast piece of land in Comtosook is being done, and there is a belief there’s a ghost haunting the place. While Ross is hired to stop a ghost, she meets Lia, who sparks her for the first time in his life, well, after the devastating accident. And that’s when things screw up and everything falls apart. And they start mending its way to a better stitch.

I love how the plot goes. Mrs. Jodi Picoult made me read in a rush, not because I’m bored, but because every chapter ends with a thrill. Also, I love how I can read a book about investigating, with a spellbinding touch of romance. After making a heavy sigh, I contemplated many things in my head that anyone, I guess, can relate to. I love how every character here is a hero, from an antagonist to the main character, and how their burden can affect others’ lives in a way or another.

I personally adore Shelby and Eli as they can make my blood rush and how their meet up ends in a happily ever after. Also, I knew from the start that Ross will find his saving grace, but I will keep the details a secret for the sake of someone reading this, and how he doesn’t want to be spoiled about it. And Ethan and Lucy! Oh my, they make a good build up in the future. And this book gave me striking speech marks that I find quotable.

Second Glance, all in all, shows us that anything is possible as you believe in fate and love. If fate is not strong enough, love is unbreakable. Things don’t happen for any reason at all.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Picoult, for sharing us a book worth priceless. You make my burden much lighter by this. And I express my deepest gratitude to Lanie as she gave me this book.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room, and we're not speaking.

I love Taylor Swift. I must have not admitted it before, but I really do. And this title was a line from the song The Story of Us just to say I love her so. Yea, whatever.

I always reach the point of explosion.

Sometimes, I over think.

It may as well get overboard that I would rather just give up my mental perception to get over a topic - a plethora of drivel topics, actually - so I can finally sound asleep and pretend I am very innocent and oblivious regarding a very stupid topic I just thought, in the first place. Then they would all go away. All at once. Wondering, even in dreams, maybe I just thought of this again - when would my silly hallucinations (if that's what they probably call it) stop? I would go through all the pain, no kidding, just to find an elixir of somewhat to cure all my mental disorders. And emotional ones, too.

I'm thinking when I post something like this, all I have in my hypothalamus, if I can still recall it, will withdraw and I will pile another set of them. But no, maybe I was wrong. They keep coming, I'm collecting them actually - not that I have the will to throw them all away - yet nothing goes away. And suddenly they will attack me like they think I'm numb.

Only, they think wrong. I'm not as numb and as hard as they assume. I'm like anyone else, like my own cells in fact. When so much water enters a cell, it cannot hold the pressure anymore. It will explode, eventually. If only I'm a plant... and epidermis. Which has cutin.

And yes, I think everyone's a victim. My apologies for all the people I love/d. I mean the slash, by the way. Or maybe I don't. Maybe I still do.