*I can't believe I'm in the wrong bodyagain!* Apparently, this freaky phenomenon of stepping into someone's lifeand their bodyhas a name: Temp Lifer. And when my dead grandmother heaped on the praise for a job well done last time, I sort of let it happen again. (Grrr... thanks, Grammy.) So now I'm
Dead Girl Dancing
✍ Scribed by Singleton, Linda Joy
- Book ID
- 107197492
- Publisher
- Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd.
- Year
- 2009
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 380 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
I can't believe I'm in the wrong body—again!Apparently, this freaky phenomenon of stepping into someone's life—and their body—has a name: Temp Lifer. And when my dead grandmother heaped on the praise for a job well done last time, I sort of let it happen again. (Grrr... thanks, Grammy.)So now I'm hungover and gazing in the mirror at . . . my boyfriend's older sister, who is getting ready to go wild on spring break—while being pursued by a psycho stalker and a Dark Lifer. Help!From the author ofTHE SEERseriesPraise for the Dead Girl series"Amber is truly a teen heroine readers will identify with, who brings new meaning to the word ‘dead.' A must-have for fans of the supernatural and the occult." —School Library Journal
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