We are one of the stops today for the Wake the Hollow tour. As residents of the Hudson Valley and fans of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, this is one tour we wanted to be a part of! For our stop we are sharing the book trailer, an excerpt, the tour-wide giveaway, and our review. Hope you enjoy it. Have a good day!
Wake the Hollow by Gaby Triana
Published by Entangled Teen
Published on August 2nd, 2016
Genre: YA Mystery/Thriller
Forget the ghosts, Mica. It’s real, live people you should fear.
Tragedy has brought Micaela Burgos back to her hometown of Sleepy Hollow. It’s been six years since she chose to live with her father in Miami instead of her eccentric mother. And now her mother is dead.
This town will suck you in and not let go.
Sleepy Hollow may be famous for its fabled headless horseman, but the town is real. So are its prejudices and hatred, targeting Mica’s family as outsiders. But ghostly voices carry on the wind, whispering that her mother’s death was based on hate…not an accident at all. With the help of two very different guys—who pull at her heart in very different ways—Micaela must awaken the hidden secret of Sleepy Hollow…before she meets her mother’s fate.
Find the answers.
Unless, of course, the answers find you first.
About the Author:
She went on to publish young adult novels with HarperCollins and Simon & Schuster, win an IRA Teen Choice Award, ALA Best Paperback Award, and Hispanic Magazine’s Good Reads of 2008. She spends her time obsessing about Halloween, Christmas, and Disney World, as well as hosting parties, designing mugs, making whimsical cakes, and winning costume contests. When she’s not writing, she might also be watching Jurassic Park movies with her boys, posting excessive food pics on social media, or helping run the Florida region of the SCBWI.
Gaby lives in Miami with her three sons, Michael, Noah, and Murphy. She has one dog, Chloe, and two cats—Miss Daisy, and the reformed thug, shooting survivor, Bowie. Visit her at www.gabytriana.com and @GabyTriana on Twitter.
Read Below for an excerpt from the book:
Chapter One“A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere…” — Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”Follow me, please. The woman’s smoky silhouette hovers over me again.Leave me alone. I cover my eyes, though I can still see her swirling shape through my fingers.She floats closer, wringing her misty hands. You mustn’t ignore me, Micaela. You must come with me.Stop, I won’t go with you! I hate that I can never see her face clearly. Why won’t she leave me alone? Wake up!A long screech rips me from the hazy dream. My eyes fly open, and my hands grip the first thing ahead of me for balance. Seats. Plastic. Brakes hiss to a stop. A drunk old man asleep in a window seat opposite mine stirs. Where am I? The Metro-North train…that’s right. We’ve pulled into Tarrytown station. 11:28 p.m. I almost slept through my stop.Hurrying, I stand to gather my bags, try to shake off the haunting image of the faceless woman. But her voice rings through my brain fog one last time…need to face the inevitable…She got that right.As difficult as this is for me, I have to do it. For my mom. And my sanity.The train doors slide open, and I stumble through them onto the platform. The sweet smell of the river mingled with cold, fresh air hits me. I’m transported six years back, waiting for my southbound train to the city, for my plane out of this forsaken place to go live with Dad in Miami. Don’t think about it, I remind myself. Just do what you came to do, then get back home.The valley hasn’t changed much in six years. The station is still the same old cabin from when I was twelve. Boxy, old houses still sit across the street, and behind me, power lines still ruin the view of the Hudson’s palisades.Lumbering into the station with all my stuff, I see the building is empty except for a woman using the ticket machine, in a hurry so she won’t miss the train. Her little girl has a teddy bear in the crook of one arm and a jacket in the other, all while trying to play a video game on her handheld. “Let’s go, baby.” The mother tugs her child by the elbow clutching the teddy bear. The bear drops to the ground without the girl noticing, and the two move on.I reach down to grab it, my bags slipping off my shoulders and hitting the ground. “Ma’am.” I run over and hand the mother the little girl’s bear.“Oh, thank you so much! She would’ve freaked.” The mom smiles at me.The little girl takes her bear, gives me a shy glance with big brown eyes, and together, they hurry across the platform, jumping onto the train just in time.The doors slide closed. The train slips into the night.She almost left her bear.The very memory I told myself to avoid at all costs comes barreling in—my last day here six years ago. The station’s honey wood paneling, the lines on my mother’s face, how she looked so worn. She’d held a tissue to her stiff lips.Then the worst part—I’d pushed Sofia, the doll she’d made me when I was little, into her hands. “Take care of her for me,” I’d said, though I knew she wouldn’t. Just like she hadn’t taken care of me.Her gaze had gripped me, hazel eyes welling up, burning through pain. “Selfish, like your father,” she’d said. “Go. You two deserve each other.” Then she’d turned and left.I remember standing there shaking, not knowing what to do, what to think, whether I was making a mistake by leaving. But I needed to go. I needed a parent. Sorrow crushing me, I stepped onto the train, and when I reached my father’s arms three thousand miles later, I cried for days.Yet, despite it all, I’m here. Because she asked me to come. Because I want to make things right with her.Because I need closure before I can move on with my life.I wipe my eyes with my sleeve and head outside to find Abraham Derant, my best friend from Sleepy Hollow Past. He’ll probably be the only person happy to see me back. We reconnected online recently, where I had the chance to browse through his selfies and discover that everyone now calls him “Bram,” which makes me laugh, because he always hated his name. But it suits him, too. He’s changed a lot since we were twelve—now he’s big and brawny and athletic—a fact that knots my stomach. I can’t start anything romantic with him, though. One, he’ll always be just Abraham—the boy who grew up with me at Sunnyside, the historic home in town where both our moms worked. He did always try too hard, joke too much…plus he didn’t bathe every day. So, yeah.And two, I won’t be staying long anyway.Get in, get out, go home.All around me, trees rustle in the feisty October breeze. I close my eyes and take in the sounds, breathing deeply. When I reopen them, I spot headlights coming down the hill, then a car turns out of my view and heads into the adjacent parking lot. Nerves flutter in my stomach. In a minute, Abraham—Bram—will be live in front of me again after all these years.Around the corner of the station, a car door slams shut, and heavy boots step onto the wooden walkway leading to the building. I get my friendliest smile ready. “Hey, you.”The sound stops. No one appears. But I heard someone. I know I did. “Hello?”With my bags, I trudge to the other side of the station where the parking lot is. There’s an old blue Eclipse, ticking as its engine cools off in the chilly night, but no Bram. Maybe I should’ve asked what car he’d be driving. I call him, but it goes straight to voicemail—Greetings, I’m being held captive by an army of Amazons. Don’t try to find me. Beep…“Hey. I’m at the station. Call me.” I hang up, about to text him, when another text comes in from Nina, my dad’s assistant, telling me the townhouse key won’t be available until tomorrow, so I should check into a Days Inn instead.“Ugh.” Hell no. I’ll ask Bram if I can stay with him before I stay in some cheap motel by myself.I’m a few letters into my reply when I hear it— “Lela.” A whisper.Nobody calls me that anymore. Only Mami—my mom. Sometimes Bram did, a long time ago. To everyone else, I’ve always been Micaela or Mica. The chill in the air deepens. I pocket my phone and hug my bags tightly to fight off the cold. Suddenly, I hear something even weirder than the whisper—the clop of a horse’s hoof.But why would… I smirk. Sleepy Hollow, boots, horseman. Okay, I get it.“Cut it out, I know it’s you,” I tell the emptiness. It’s a small town. In small towns, people make up their own entertainment. And Bram Derant has always been king of entertainment around here. “Where are you?”I head to the shadowy recesses behind the station, bracing for his surprise attack, but I don’t see him. Then, in on the breeze comes mumbling near my ear. I can’t understand what it’s saying. I swallow softly. The voices are back, torturing me again. Jesus, I’ve been here less than five minutes, and already, this town is haunting me.“Bram?” I call out, even though I know it wasn’t him.Nothing. Just wind, crickets, and tinkling chimes from somewhere nearby.“Fine, I’m leaving, then.” I spin and hurry across the road toward Route 9. I still know my way around and will walk to Bram’s apartment if I have to, I don’t care. I think I hear soft footsteps behind me, but when I glance over my shoulder at the army of shadows I’m leaving behind, there’s no one.Faster up the hill, away from the riverbank, I walk in the middle of the street. Visibility is higher here, away from stalkers in bushes and other hiding places. Wow. I’m really thinking like the city girl I’ve become. No one ever gets attacked in Sleepy Hollow in real life.The smell of lavender, my mother’s favorite, fills my senses. I stop in my tracks. Mami? My ears strain to hear. On the street, a crumpled gum wrapper rocks in the wind. Moths dance beneath the dim street lamp, and assorted pumpkins sit on front porches like families gathered in the dark, telling ghost stories.“Come out already!” I cry aloud.In the distance, a dog howls a sad reply.Then, from a side street, a low voice emerges. “Micaela Burgos, as bossy as ever.”Even in the dark, I make out his wide smile, as mischievous as the day he sat in the corner of Ms. Sanstet’s Pre-K class for putting sand in my shoes. His hair has darkened since I last saw him, short on the sides, long on top. “God, you scared me.” My hand presses against my chest. Because he startled me, or because I’m seeing him again after six years? Not sure.“Sorry. But finally, you’re here!” He pumps his fist in the air and emerges from the shadows into the cone of light cast from a nearby lamppost. I’m hit with the full picture I can’t quite get from his pics online. Wearing jeans and a black sweater, keys in hand, Bram makes his way down the street. He’s super gorgeous with wide shoulders, over six feet tall, and sigh, this will be tough.“Thank you, thank you. My flight got in late, then I had to wait to take the next train, and…”His dark brown eyes soak me in underneath heavy brows. He shakes his head.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.“Nothing, you just…” He blinks a few times. That rascal smile.I cock my head. “I just what?”“You don’t look twelve anymore.” He laughs, letting out a low whistle. “Holy shit, Mica. You are one fine woman.”I grin in spite of myself. Apparently, someone learned to flirt while I was away. “Uh, thanks.”“You’re so welcome. And what’s this?” He gestures to my clothes and purse. His eyes land on the tag hanging from it. “MK? Code for Micaela?”“Wow, really?” I shake my head. “Michael Kors?”“Forgive me, Miss Burgos. I keep forgetting you’re a Miami girl now.” He glances down at his clothes. “And me in my Gap jeans and ten-dollar sweater.”“Stop, you look fine.” Way more than fine. Hot. Pick-me-up-and-carry-me-straight-into-hell hot. But no. God, no. I can’t tell him that. I shouldn’t even think that. He’s good ol’ Abraham from back in the day, nothing more, nothing less. “You look…uh…great!” I say instead. “Just like your thousands of selfies.”“Oh? I post too many, do I?” He clucks his tongue and makes silly duck lips. “As if you don’t post pics every day from your gleaming white mansion.”Is that all I’m going to be while I’m here? The holes-in-her-Payless-shoes-turned-rich-girl? “Not a mansion. Just a house.”“It’s nicer than where I live.” He raises an eyebrow, the funny-faced kid I remember poking through.Ugh, I should’ve left the bag at home. Then again, it feels strangely satisfying being able to show that we’ve come such a long way. “Anyway…” I try not to feel his resentful jab. “Come help me with these bags already.”His eyes chastise me.“Please?”“Hmm, I was waiting for the magic word.” Bram grabs my bags out of my tired hands, but instead of carrying them off to his car, he places them at his feet. Suddenly, his arms are enveloping me, my cheek against his broad chest. Bone-crushing, heartbeat-skipping, a nice…really nice hug. And hey, how about that? He bathes now.God, he smells good. Like the woods by my old house after an autumn storm.Still, it takes me a moment to melt into him. I’ve pushed this corner of the world out of my mind for so long, tried forgetting the pain, that I almost can’t give in. But some things are worth remembering. I allow my arms to wrap around him and lean into his solid body.“There you go,” he whispers. Do not cry, I tell myself. Do not. “Sorry, Mica.”“No, don’t. I don’t want to talk about it.”“Okay.” His clean scent is laced with underlying familiarity. Another memory—us at Kingsland Point Park, by the lighthouse, the day I left. He’d told me he loved me, a pretty bold move for a twelve-year-old. It shocked me at the time. I’d pushed him away gently, not ready to feel that way, but now…I pull back, reeling, pressing my sleeve against my eyes. “Were you the one sneaking around back there, scaring the crap out of me?”“Me? I sneak not.” He lifts my bags again and hoists them onto his new muscle-man shoulders.“Over there?” I point toward the station. “You weren’t going, Lellaaaa?”“Nope, I just got here. They close the pickup/drop-off area after eleven, so I parked over there.” He points down a street. “Voices still torturing you, Mica?”He always loved teasing me about my peculiar “talent.” I guess he still doesn’t believe I can hear them, whoever they belong to. “You’re in a blue Eclipse?”“Black Accord. Mom’s old car. Everything okay?”Black Accord? But then…who was walking around? I could’ve sworn… I rub my eyes and suck in a deep breath. After the sleepless nights I’ve had over the last month, it’s not hard to believe I might’ve imagined it all. “Fine. I’m just exhausted. Hey, is it okay if I stay with you tonight? Change of plans. My townhouse key isn’t ready for pickup.”“Of course, Princess, you know you can. You’ll get to see our amazing palace. Let’s get thee off to bed! Your chariot awaits.” He struts off toward his car.Princess. I say nothing about his new nickname for me, but he knows he’s hit a nerve.He cocks an eyebrow back at me. “It was just a joke, Mica. I know you can take the girl out of Sleepy Hollow but not Sleepy Hollow out of the girl. Face it. This town is, and always will be, your home.” He pops the trunk and tosses my heavy bags inside like they’re filled with nothing but feathers. Then he rounds the car to open the passenger door for me. Before I have the chance to sit down, he kisses my cheek. “So welcome home.”I give him a half smile then stare out at the quiet, sleeping town. Home. I don’t have the heart to tell him I stopped thinking of this place as home a long time ago. But if anyone can make me think of Sleepy Hollow that way again, it’d be Bram.Especially now that Mami is dead.
Note: As I write this review a breeze kicks up and I hear the sound of leaves hitting the window screen and porch door. The seasons are changing. I already had a pumpkin spice coffee at Dunkin' and a delicious pumpkin muffin so autumn is definitely on the way. The next big holiday is Halloween and one thing the area I live in is known for is the spectacular fall foliage and beautifully decorated historical homes. Yep, I reside in the Hudson Valley, so today's tour for a new Entangled Teen release hits close to home and is close to my heart.
For as long as I have resided in the Hudson Valley, the Legend of Sleepy Hollow has always fascinated me. One of my favorite TV shows is Fox's Sleepy Hollow. I've visited the town, toured the cemetery, and smelled the briny Hudson River. Being able to just about touch and smell are important parts of the reading experience, especially helpful in creating the right atmosphere for a scary or creepy story. Author Gaby Triana touches upon all of the necessary important details while offering her own take on a classic in her latest novel, Wake the Hollow. In her opening chapter I fell in right beside main character Mica as she exits the Metro-North train car--taking in the river air and feeling the night breeze--and never left her side until the very end. Can you feel the vibration of the Headless Horseman's steed as it races across the ground? Hear the Horseman's weapon whip through the night air? Oh yeah, this is definitely my kind of atmosphere!
Washington Irving's Ichabod Crane, the Headless Horseman, and the town of Sleepy Hollow have all become legendary in society. Mica grew up in the town, but left at twelve to live with her father in Miami. Six years later she returns after her mother passes under mysterious circumstances (but not before leaving her a cryptic note). Back in her childhood home, old problems resurface like night terrors and voices speaking to her. The story set-up of a young girl returning home to take care of family business has been done before, but I found this version really held my interest, especially when the town the MC returns to is Sleepy Hollow. There's a mystery, two love interests (this is a YA, after all), murder, the question of who can she trust, and at the heart of everything is Mica, trying to make sense of it all.
Wake the Hollow is a highly enjoyable thriller with engaging characters and an intriguing mystery. I liked Mica and found her realistic in her actions--even in the romance area. She's sympathetic and her behavior is age appropriate. I enjoyed the scenery and even wished for a bit more eeriness and focus on the paranormal aspects of the tale (because it's my thing). I so enjoyed the author's take on Irving and the two families' quest for a rumored fortune, the missing book and other parts of this charming novel. Beginning each chapter with a quote from Irving really helped create the proper atmosphere too. It is apparent the author did an excellent job with her research since the story was rich with details. Coupled with a highly imagined story line, a plot to keep readers guessing, a spooky town and a mystery to solve, this Entangled Teen title had me hooked from page one. I'm also glad to read a YA featuring a Cuban-American main character and to see mental illness addressed with the respect it deserves.
Wake the Hollow is an atmospheric thriller with enough chills and a famous setting to keep readers invested well into the night to discover, along with Mica, the secrets hidden inside the charming Hudson River town of Sleepy Hollow. I loved it!
Cover comment: It's a nice cover. I expected some paranormal aspect in the art to convey the creepy vibe and subject matter.
Book source: I received a promotional copy.
There is a tour-wide giveaway by the author which includes a Grand prize of one Halloween bracelet made by Gaby Triana + a $20 Amazon gift card, as well as 7 other Halloween bracelets to 7 runners' up. All are US only.
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