Me, the Missing, and the Dead by Jenny Valentine

Like I said, it’s the not knowing that’s hard.” (9)“To stay calm on the way out I made a list in my head of all the good reasons to make friends with a dead lady in an urn.1.A dead old lady would never be judgmental or lecture me like every other female on the planet.2.If I decided to find out about her, she might turn out to be the collest, most talented, bravest person I’d ever heard of, and I might sort of get to know her without the hassle of her actually existing.3.I would get to rescue her, and I never did that for anything before. This sort of thought, and other variations, occur to me at least once every day. He wants more than anything to call us and it’s been five years, and wherever he’s locked up he’s not allowed to phone and he’s just waiting for us to find him. Maybe something like that happened to my dad.

He had all this amazing stuff to teach everyone and he kept telling the doctors who he was, where he was from, and what he had to offer in the way of secrets of the universe and stuff but they just thought he was crazy and pumped him full of drugs and he stayed there until he died. 3Q 4P M SHere are some favorite quotes:“I saw a film once about an alien who landed on Earth in a human body in a mental hospital. Overall, it was a quick, fun, witty read, but not a novel to highly recommend. I will admit it does lapse in pace in some parts. My favorite characteristic of Lucas is that he is witty, and that provides a fast pace for most of the novel. He finagles a way to get Violet in his possession, and thus begins the tie-in to his missing father, a mystery that has been unsolved for years.Valentine’s writing style is certainly not high or thought-provoking, but she paints a thorough picture of Lucas. Someone left behind the ashes of a “loved one,” Violet, and Lucas feels she is communicating with him from the other side. Valentine’s Me, the Missing, and the Dead starts out promisingly enough: Lucas takes a cab home one evening (well, early morning, technically), and becomes drawn to an urn left in the smoke-filled, gritty rooms of the cab company.

Me, the Missing, and the Dead by Jenny Valentine