Need by Carrie Jones

Those who have read other works by Carrie Jones will find themselves immersed in a new and different world unlike her other works. This book falls under the fantasy category in my book.

The main character, Zara, has a thing for collecting phobias, much like one who would collect stamps, or stickers. If you had no idea about phobias before you will be shocked at how many you learn from this book. Did you know that there is a phobia of phobias? Phobophobia is the first phobia you see in this book as it is the chapter heading.

Zara is sent to live with her Grandmother in Maine from the warm comfort of her mom in Charleston, after her step dads sudden death of a heart attack. Zara's grandmother is not her real grandmother but her step dads mom. Her mom sends her away in hopes of helping her with the grief. Or that is what we are lead to believe. On the way home from the airport, Zara sees a man on the side of the road, and she has seen him before, many times. She thought that she was the only one who could see him until her grandmother tells her otherwise. She is far from happy to see him again, since the last time she saw him was in Charleston, on the runway when she was on the plane. They get home with out any other incident and Zara finds that she has her own car!!! And she has to go to school the next day, which she does not want to do.

She starts to get into the swing of school again, is asked to be on the cross country team. She makes a few friends and everything is going ok for the first day until at lunch the strange guy suddenly appears outside and points at her. She runs after him and he disappears into the woods along with a dog who was running straight at him.

After that the books starts to get very interesting, and this is also when the fantasy gets pulled in. I do not want to tell you to much more because it will ruin the surprise for you who decide to read it. All I can say is that I hope Carrie Jones rights more books like this and even a sequel or a prequel would be very good.