although this one still held my interest and was still a fascinating story, it didn't hold me like I'd hoped. The story was still well written but didn't end up full of information and settings like I'd hoped. ( )

I honestly would've preferred that A Certain Slant of Light remain a standalone. I know I'm in the minority in that opinion, but I loved how Whitcomb ended Helen and James' tale and left me wondering about Jenny and Billy's future. That said, Under the Light is a decent sequel. Not as potent and moving as the first book, but well-written and possessing something interesting to say, nonetheless.

I do wish that Jenny and Billy's challenges had been addressed with more of the gravity I remember from A Certain Slant of Light: the aspects of their lives that drove them from their bodies were just as dark and weighty as the issues that faced Helen and James, but they seemed mere window dressing in this sequel, barely touched upon and quickly swept aside for the sake of the book's resolution. ( )

I got to about 30% and I'm letting it go.

Idk what my problem is except I'm not engaged. It's YA and I don't really like reading about teens. In the first book we have the possession and I guess that creep factor kept me interested. Here we got to see where Jenny (female teen) went when she left her body. I don't want to say anything more to explain myself because it's book 2 and it will ruin it for anyone that hasn't read book 1.

When I was not feeling it, I went to look at other reviews and some of them tell you everything. :/ Between getting some serious spoilers and not being engaged, I'm moving on. ( )

Laura Whitcomb es una poeta que se hace pasar por novelista para jóvenes adultos .

Es capaz de escribir frases como ...

The breeze danced my hair around, tickling my face. The sky was a watercolor of grays and whites and lavenders.

"Somewhere, I thought, there’s a place where this sky touches down to the ground in every direction instead of going behind houses and trees and power lines. And somewhere the grass grows long with no lawn mowers cutting it and it gets dry and brown without sprinklers, and the land is so flat, you can almost see the curve of the earth if you try. (...)
A drop of rain, invisible until just before it hit my throat, startled me. I have no idea why, but I thought it should have passed through me instead of tapping a wet spot on my skin. As another drop struck my cheek and another my wrist, I lifted my arms and stretched my fingers toward the sky. I tried to move that gray cloud out of the way, but I had no power over it. Of course. If I’d ever had powers, I’d lost them. Another drop hit the corner of my eye like a cold tear.".

Declaraciones de amor que pelean :

When he looked at me again he asked, “Why would you like me?”
I took a breath and spoke carefully so he wouldn’t think I was throwing words around. “Because you defended me in front of your friends even though you got beat up for it,” I told him. “And you noticed me when I was sad and you wanted to know what I was thinking when I prayed with my eyes open.”
He sighed. “I can’t make time go back there. It’s too late. I grew up.”
“I like the way you turned out. I love you”.

Y tristezas que lloran...

I sang a folk song I’d sung to my own little girl a hundred times—the one about the rolling river. Soon Jenny’s eyes were closed and her breaths came smooth and far between. Tears had dried on her face in delicate salt lines. Her hair fanned out on one side of the pillow.
“Why are you sad?” I asked her.
I didn’t expect her to answer, but from her throat came the faintest sound of question, as if she hadn’t understood me properly. It gave me a thrill to think she might have actually heard my question in her sleep.
“Why were you crying?” I asked.
Then the faintest sound of regret from deep in her dream. And four words, “I used to fly.”.

Y todo eso sin dejar la trama de lado .

Jenny y Billy se vuelven a conocer sin acordarse haberse conocido jamás . Todo a causa de una foto de los dos juntos , hombro desnudo contra hombro desnudo en una cama desordenada y la felicidad exorcizando ambas caras ; el amor anduvo de paso y ello nunca estuvieron cerca para darle la bienvenida .

La novela empieza más o menos por ahí - los dos adolescentes de vidas dispares tratando de encontrarle un sentido a dos semanas que ninguno de los dos recuerda pero que una foto comprueba . Al empezar el reconociento y la claridad en la confusión , empieza esta novela simple , sin las boludeces habituales del género pero tampoco con la superacción de otras novelas paranormales .

Los primeros capitulos son pura fantasía , un viaje de colores e imágenes tan bien descriptos como soñados . La historia se desarrola lentamente y poco se va desentrañando lo que , a los ojos de los protagonistas es misterio pero para nosotros es la primera parte de esa saga , la historia de Helen y James .

Lo disfruté muchísimo . No soy creyente en absoluto y , sin embargo , me emocioné y me dejé llevar por esta historia . Es muy fácil sentirse amiga de Jenny , Billy y Helen , muy facil agarrar el libro y no soltarlo hasta terminarlo . Casi como si fueras Helen , LUZ y siguieras de cerca la vida de los vivos .

Pura poesía . Eso es Under the Light . ( )

A thoughtful tale about spirits, rebellion, and romance all rolled into an exciting story. It's a good read for both teens and adults. ( )

This is a wonderful book and so well written. The characters are unforgettable.

I couldn't ask for more. It was challenging, revealing, powerful and sensitive.

No matter where you are in your search for answers to love and the meaning of your life, this book will open your eyes a little wider. It's impossible to start this book and not get 'caught up' in the story line and lives of those who participate in this amazing journey. I loved this book and loved that Laura Whitcomb has a discerning mind to the possibilities... ( )