Review: Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater
I was not a wolf, but I wasn’t Sam yet, either. I was a leaking womb bulging with the promise of conscious thoughts: the frozen woods far behind me, the girl on the tire swing, the sound of fingers on metal strings. The future and the past, both the same, snow and then summer and then snow again. A shattered spider’s web of many colors, cracked in ice, immeasurably sad. “Sam,” the girl said, “Sam.” She was past present future. […]