Bang

by Lisa McMann Narrated by Joy Osmanski

Overview

What Sawyer's seeing might mean murder. The second “dramatic, quick-paced thriller (Kirkus Reviews)” in a series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Wake trilogy.

Jules should be happy. She saved a lot of people's lives and she's finally with Sawyer, pretty much the guy of her dreams. But the nightmare's not over, because she somehow managed to pass the psycho vision stuff to Sawyer. Excellent.

Feeling responsible for what he's going through and knowing that people's lives are at stake, Jules is determined to help him figure it all out. But Sawyer's vision is so awful he can barely describe it, much less make sense of it. All he can tell her is there's a gun, and eleven ear-splitting shots. Bang.

Jules and Sawyer have to work out the details fast, because the visions are getting worse and that means only one thing: time is running out. But every clue they see takes them down the wrong path. If they can't prevent the vision from happening, lives will be lost. And they may be among the casualties...

Editorial Reviews

Kirkus Reviews

2013-09-01
Captivating in its own right, McMann's second installment in the Visions trilogy is more than a bridge novel. It's been just over a week since Jules saved new boyfriend Sawyer and his family's rival pizza parlor, and Sawyer has begun seeing his own visions of tragedy. The author ratchets up the intensity, as Sawyer's visions appear in even more unusual venues and include sound--"[e]leven fucking gunshots" to be exact. Enlisting the help of Jules' gay, older brother, Trey, the teens set out to solve the mystery of where the shooting takes place and who may be involved--on both sides of the gun. They deduce that the gunshots take place at a school, but talking and writing about a school shooting may get them into trouble. Playing sleuth rather than receiving the visions this time, Jules has more time to focus on the ethics of the visions, such as what purpose the visions fulfill and whether the recipients have a moral obligation to save the lives they see in their visions. It's not just visions but Jules and Sawyer's relationship that grows bolder, with both new emotional and physical feelings (though sex is not an issue yet). Who will receive the visions next? McMann gives fewer hints this time, but another dramatic, quick-paced thriller is certain. (Supernatural thriller. 14 & up)

Product Details

BN ID:	2940171120641
Publisher:	Simon & Schuster
Publication date:	10/08/2013
Series:	Visions , #2
Edition description:	Unabridged
Age Range:	12 - 17 Years

Read an Excerpt

Bang

It’s been over a week since Sawyer kissed me and told me he was seeing a vision now, and it’s all I can think about. I can’t wait to get out of this apartment, which I am tethered to until Monday—that’s when the doc said my internal injuries will be healed enough so I can go to school again. My older brother and best friend, Trey, has been great, of course, slipping notes to Sawyer for me and delivering replies back to me. But for some reason Sawyer won’t explain his vision on paper. “It’s too . . . frightening. Too gruesome. Too . . . everything,” he wrote.

And me? I’m sick about it.

Absolutely sick.

Because it’s my fault. I was so relieved when my vision ended—no more snowplow crashing and exploding into Angotti’s restaurant, no more body bags in the snow, no more Sawyer’s dead face. After weeks of that stupid vision taunting me, and after nearly getting killed because of it, I was naive enough to think it was all over and I’d get to live a happy life. Relatively, anyway. Under the current parental circumstances, that is.

But then, once I got home from the hospital, Sawyer sent me that note. He had to see me, he said. That night, 2:00 a.m. And I wanted to see him, too. I eased my broken body down the stairs and we stood in the snowdrift surrounded by breathy clouds and he kissed me, and I kissed him back, and it was the most weirdly amazing feeling. . . .

And then the amazingness of my first kiss was over. He pulled away and looked at me, his gorgeous green eyes filled with fear, and his voice shook. You know that billboard?

Those words haunt me.

Obviously I was not only psychotic enough to have a vision, but I managed to give the stupid vision disease to the one person I was trying to save.

It’s beyond horrifying, sitting here knowing he must be experiencing the worst kind of frustration and pressure to act on the vision and—Did he say “gruesome”?

Let me say it one more time. Sick. That is what I am.

And so very sorry.

I rack my brain trying to figure out how this could have happened. Was it because he hugged me on the street the night before? Because he held my hand afterward in the hospital? Maybe there’s some kind of physical transference going on. I have no idea.

I have done something horrible to the boy I love, and I don’t know how to stop it.

All I know is that I need to get out of this hoardhole before I lose my mind.

Oh, wait.

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