#ThrowbackThursday ~ Passing Notes by @DGDriverAuthor #YA with a touch of the Supernatural

Renee at It’s Book Talk began this meme as a way to share old favourites, as well as books that have been waiting on the ‘to be read’ pile for however long, and are finally getting an airing.

This week I’m showcasing a lovely young adult novella with a touch of the supernatural. Passing Notes was published in January 2016.

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Passing Notes by @DGDriverAuthor reviewed for #RBRT lovely #YA novella

  • 24745610Author: D.G. Driver
  • Kindle Edition
  • Published: January 2016 by Fire and Ice Young Adult Books
  • Category: Young Adult, Supernatural
  • four-half-stars

Mark has finally gotten the attention of the girl of his dreams. Only, his lame attempts at romance through texts and emails seem to be turning her off. When he gets put in the back of the room in an over-full class at school, he begins to discover old notes giving advice about how to write a great love letter. At first he thinks he’s stumbled on some long-forgotten notes passed in class ages ago, but every time he reads them they seem directed specifically to him. They also appear at the perfect moment each time he needs more advice. It’s like someone is haunting him. 
How do the notes keep appearing? Who’s writing them? Why? 
And if Mark follows the ghostly writer’s advice, will he win Bethany’s love?

This novella highlights today’s changing world and how the ways of communication differ from not that many years ago. The art of letter writing is becoming obsolete along with the need for cursive writing, as computers figure largely in education and people use texting and emails to keep in touch. When Mark Dowd finds himself having to use a very old, odd-looking piece of furniture as a desk in his English class he notices a half hidden carving in the wood. A heart with the name Eileen stylishly carved inside. Mark tries to copy the carving, eventually with a marker pen on the back of his hand as he runs out of space on the paper. Continue reading