High school junior Camelia thought her powers of psychometry only gave her the ability to sense the future through touch. But now she’s started to hear voices. Mean voices. Berating her, telling her how ugly she is, and that she’d be better off dead. It’s a troubling development that has Camelia terrified for her mental stability, especially since her deranged aunt with a suicidal history has just moved into the family house. More torturing, ex-boyfriend Ben, who has similar psychometric abilities, has been spending more time with their classmate Alejandra.
With the line between right and wrong fraying, Camelia turns to pottery to get a grasp on her emotions. She begins sculpting a beautiful figure skater, only to receive frightening premonitions that someone’s in danger. But who is the victim? And how can Camelia help them when she is on the brink of losing her own sanity?
I love the Touch series. Contemporary horrors/thrillers are just my thing.
BUT… being the fourth book in this series, I expected Deadly Little Voices to give me a little bit more satisfaction than it did. This isn’t to say that it’s unsatisfying, because it is. It’s just that I’ve come to expect a bit more action, rather than stalling, from this series. The plot is always chilling and exciting, keeping me hooked and guessing from page one. But the whole situation between Camelia and Ben and Adam just makes me want to rip my hair out. I can’t even begin to explain how frustrating yet lackluster it is. You can tell there’s tension – in fact, it’s all up in your face. And so you wait. And you wait. And you wait. And then the tension explodes! ….And then two seconds later it dissipates. I think this is supposed to be some sort of love triangle, but I’ve honestly got no clue now.
I could go on and on about that horrific ending.
Okay, I’m exaggerating. But it really worked me up. You’ll know what I mean when you get to it.
As far as other characters are concerned, I was so happy to see Aunt Alexia’s involvement grow! Kimmie and Wes open up a bit more as well. Yet, there’s still more to them that we’re not quite getting, and again, it’s just making me frustrated. When I’m four books into a series, I want information. Progression. Interest. The constant pulling from all sides of the involved parties is waning.
Something’s gotta give, and it’s not me.
Hopefully everything will come together in Deadly Little Lessons.