I had the chance to read the book Manifest 
The book just came out at the beginning of August and it’s the perfect read to end your summer with.
Description:
When fifteen-year-old Krystal Bentley moves to Lincoln, Connecticut, her mom’s hometown, she assumes her biggest drama will be adjusting to the burbs after living in New York City.
But Lincoln is nothing like Krystal imagined. The weirdness begins when Ricky Watson starts confiding in her. He’s cute, funny, a good listener—and everything she’d ever want—except that he was killed nearly a year ago. Krystal’s ghost-whispering talents soon lead other “freaks” to her door—Sasha, a rich girl who can literally disappear, and Jake, who moves objects with his mind. All three share a distinctive birthmark in the shape of an M and, fittingly, call themselves the Mystyx. They set out to learn what really happened to Ricky, only to realize that they aren’t the only ones with mysterious powers. But if Krystal succeeds in finding out the truth about Ricky’s death, will she lose him for good?
Here’s an excerpt of the book:
“I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you,” I repeat, talking to myself. Maybe if I keep saying it the voice will go away. I know people driving by me probably think I’m a lunatic.My feet are moving so fast I barely feel them touch the ground. Cool air slaps my face like it’s trying to remind me that I’m outside. It’s almost spring according to the calendar, but it still feels like the dead of winter in Lincoln. Probably because we’re so close to the water.
Whatever. I’m cold and I think it’s beginning to rain. But I don’t care. I just want to get home, inside the house, to the safety of my room. It won’t follow me there.
I can’t believe it followed me here. I ignored it in New York. You’d think it would have the good sense to stay in the city where there’s a little excitement. Why follow me here to the ends of the earth where everyone acts like they’re sleepwalking most of the time?
As I cut through the bushes at the end of the driveway, my book bag sways back and forth, threatening to slide off my shoulder as I run. If it does, my Biology book will fall out and the hastily scribbled notes I took this morning on the project that’s due at the end of the month will probably hit the ground and blow away. That might not be such a bad thing.
I hunch my shoulders, pushing the book bag back into place. My feet crush the weeds in the flower bed that Janet will likely replant in a few weeks. And I keep running.
My cheeks puff in and out as I inhale huge gulps of air to keep my heart pumping. I’m not a runner. Actually, I hate exercise of any kind and it shows. I take the front steps two at a time because I want to hurry up and get to my room.
Help me.
Damn! There it goes again.
I press the palm of my hand over my ear while I dig in my front pocket for the house key. My fingers are shaking but I finally get the door unlocked, slam it shut behind me and take the stairs in the front hall like a steroid-pumped-up Olympic sprinter.
My room is at the far end of the hall, but I swear it feels like it’s twenty miles away as I dash toward the door. Once inside, I slam the door, drop my book bag and sink to the floor struggling to breathe.
Safe. All I can think is that I’m finally safe.
You can read the rest of the excerpt at Amazon. A definite must read!
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