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Title:
Haunted : a tale of the mediator
Author:
Cabot, Meg.
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Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : HarperCollinsPublishers, [2003]

©2003
Physical Description:
246 pages ; 22 cm
Summary:
Sixteen-year-old Susannah Simon is a mediator, one who communicates with the dead, and she also happens to be in love with Jesse, a nineteenth-century ghost.
Language:
English
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR UG 5.1 8.0 67359.
ISBN:
9780060294717

9780060294724
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Book

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Summary

Summary

Haunted is the fifth book in the thrilling, romantic Mediator series, from the New York Times bestselling author of the Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot.

Suze is used to trouble, but this time she's in deep: Ghostly Jesse has her heart, but Paul Slater, a real flesh-and-blood guy, is warm for her form. And mediator Paul knows how to send Jesse to the Great Beyond. For good.

Paul claims he won't do anything to Jesse as long as Suze will go out with him. Fearing she'll lose Jesse forever, Suze agrees. But even if Suze can get Jesse to admit his true feelings for her, what kind of future can she have with a guy who's already dead?

Don't miss the delightfully funny supernatural Mediator series, from New York Times bestselling author Meg Cabot.


Author Notes

Meg Cabot was born in Bloomington, Indiana on February 1, 1967. She recieved a fine arts degree from Indiana University, Meg moved to New York City, intent upon pursuing a career in freelance illustration. Illustrating, however, soon got in the way of Meg's true love, writing, and so she abandoned it and got a job as the assistant manager of an undergraduate dormitory at New York University, and writing on the weekends.

Meg wrote both The Princess Diaries and The Mediator: Shadowland (under the name Jenny Carroll), the first books in two series for young adults which happen to be about, among other things, teenage girls dealing with unsettling family issues. Her latest book is entitled, Insatiable.

Meg now writes full time, and lives in Key West, Florida with her husband.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 2

Booklist Review

Gr. 7^-10. The great popularity of Princess Diaries books has opened the way for Cabot's paperback series The Mediator (published under the pseudonym Jenny Carroll) to move into hardcover under Cabot's own name. In many ways, 16-year-old Susannah Simon is a normal, sassy teenager with a keen interest in clothes, makeup, and boys, but her ability to see and occasionally trounce ghosts makes her more than a bit out of the ordinary. Teen "mediator" Paul Slater doesn't see the job in the same benevolent light that Susannah does, and Susannah finds herself attracted to him even as she's repelled by his chilly manner. A subplot involves a ghost who wants to take revenge on its brother. Making sense of the plot definitely requires having read previous books in the series, which begins with Shadowland (2000), but teens (especially fans of Buffy the Vampire Slayer) will find it worth the effort; they'll enjoy meeting the brave, nonchalant heroine and following her romantic dilemma. --Susan Dove Lempke


School Library Journal Review

Gr 7-10-Suze Simon, a mediator who can see and communicate with the dead, begins her junior year of high school in Carmel, CA. On her first day, she runs into Paul Slater, another mediator who is the drop-dead-gorgeous new guy at school, and the subject of Suze's nightmares due to the fact that he tried to kill her over the summer. The protagonist has other things to contend with as well: her boyfriend happens to be a ghost who lives in her room because that was the site of his murder 150 years ago. He has been standoffish lately and Suze can't understand why. Also, her stepbrother brings a new friend home from college, and the friend's dead brother tags along. Suze has to help him to come to terms with being dead. This fifth installment in the series (the first four of which were published under the name Jenny Carroll, Cabot's pseudonym) is full of high school concerns (student elections, friends, cliques, homework) and family issues (stepsiblings, getting grounded) while also dealing with the supernatural and Suze's powers. Cabot successfully melds these strands into an interesting story with enough romance and suspense to keep readers turning the pages-and leaves enough unanswered questions for the next book. Fans of the series or of Cabot's other work will enjoy this title.-Kimberly L. Paone, Elizabeth Public Library, NJ (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

Mediator #5: Haunted (AER) Chapter One "Well, well, well," said a distinctly masculine voice from behind me. "If it isn't Susannah Simon." Look, I won't lie to you. When a cute guy talks to me -- and you could tell from this guy's voice that he was easy on the eyes; it was in the self-confidence of those well, well, wells, the caressing way he said my name -- I pay attention. I can't help it. I'm a sixteen-year-old girl, after all. My life can't revolve entirely around Lilly Pulitzer's latest tankini print and whatever new innovations Bobbi Brown has made in the world of stay-put lip liner. So I'll admit that, even though I have a boyfriend -- even if boyfriend is a little optimistic a term for him -- as I turned around to see the hottie who was addressing me, I gave my hair a little bit of a toss. Why shouldn't I? I mean, considering all the product I'd layered into it that morning, in honor of the first day of my junior year -- not to mention the marine fog that regularly turns my head into a frizzy mess -- my coiffure was looking exceptionally fine. It wasn't until I'd given the old chestnut mane a flip that I turned around and saw that the cutie who'd said my name was not someone I'm too fond of. In fact, you might say I have reason to be scared to death of him. I guess he could read the fear in my eyes -- carefully done up that morning with a brand-new combination of eye shadows called Mocha Mist -- because the grin that broke out across his good-looking face was slightly crooked at one end. "Suze," he said in a chiding tone. Even the fog couldn't dull the glossy highlights in his raffishly curly dark hair. His teeth were dazzlingly white against his tennis tan. "Here I am, nervous about being the new kid at school, and you don't even have a hello for me? What kind of way is that to treat an old pal?" I continued to stare at him, perfectly incapable of speech. You can't talk, of course, when your mouth has gone as dry as . . . well, as the adobe brick building we were standing in front of. What was he doing here? What was he doing here? The thing of it was, I couldn't follow my first impulse and run screaming from him. People tend to talk when they see impeccably garbed girls such as me run screaming from seventeen-year-old studlies. I had managed to keep my unusual talent from my classmates for this long, I wasn't about to blow it now, even if I was -- and believe me, I was -- scared to death. But if I couldn't run away screaming, I could certainly move huffily past him without a word, hoping he would not recognize the huffiness for what it really was -- sheer terror. I don't know whether or not he sensed my fear. But he sure didn't like my pulling a prima donna on him. His hand flew out as I attempted to sweep past him, and the next thing I knew, his fingers were wrapped around my upper arm in a viselike grip. I could, of course, have hauled off and slugged him. I hadn't been named Girl Most Likely to Dismember Someone back at my old school in Brooklyn for nothing, you know. But I'd wanted to start this year off right -- in Mocha Mist and my new black Club Monaco capris (coupled with a pink silk sweater set I'd snagged for a song at the Benetton outlet up in Pacific Grove) -- not in a fight. And what would my friends and schoolmates think -- and, since they were milling all around us, tossing off the occasional "Hi, Suze," and complimenting me on my ever-so-spiffy ensemble, they were bound to notice -- if I began freakishly to pummel the new guy? And then there was the unavoidable fact that I was pretty convinced that, if I took a whack at him, he might try to whack me back. Somehow I managed to find my voice. I only hoped he didn't notice how much it was shaking. "Let go of my arm," I said. "Suze," he said. He was still smiling, but now he looked and sounded slyly knowing. "What's the matter? You don't look very happy to see me." "Still not letting go of my arm," I reminded him. I could feel the chill from his fingers -- he seemed to be completely cold-blooded in addition to being preternaturally strong -- through my silk sleeve. He dropped his hand. "Look," he said, "I really am sorry. About the way things went down the last time you and I met, I mean." The last time he and I met. Instantly I was transported in my mind's eye back to that long corridor -- the one I had seen so often in my dreams. Lined with doors on either side -- doors that opened into who-knew-what -- it had been like a hallway in a hotel or an office building . . . only this hallway hadn't existed in any hotel or office building known to man. It hadn't even existed in our current dimension. And Paul had stood there, knowing Jesse and I had no idea how to find our way out of it, and laughed. Just laughed, like it was this big colossal joke that if I didn't return to my own universe soon, I'd die, while Jesse would have been trapped in that hallway forever. I could still hear Paul's laughter ringing in my ears. He had kept on laughing . . . right up until the moment Jesse had slammed a fist into his face. I could hardly believe any of this was happening. Here it was, a perfectly normal September morning in Carmel, California -- which meant, of course, a thick layer of mist hung over everything but would soon burn off to reveal cloudless blue skies and a golden sun -- and I was standing there in the breezeway of the Junipero Serra Mission Academy, face-to-face with the person who'd been haunting my nightmares for weeks. Mediator #5: Haunted (AER) . Copyright © by Meg Cabot . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. 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