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{Blog Tour} Farsighted by Emlyn Chand: Review & Excerpt

 

 

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Welcome everyone to Mother/Gamer/Writer for the Farsighted Blog Tour! If you haven’t heard, Farsighted is that little book with the intriguing protagonist Alex who just happens to be blind and possess psychic abilities. In case you missed it you can check out my interview with him and read chapter one in THIS post. Today it’s my pleasure to share my 5 Controller review with you all and give you another sneak peek excerpt. So thanks for stopping by and we hope you enjoy…
 
 

 

 

 

 
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  • Title: Farsighted (Farsighted #1)
  • Publisher: Blue Crown Press
  • Publication date: October 20, 2011
  • ISBN-10: 0983930805
  • ISBN-13: 978-0983930808
  • Reading level: Ages 14 and up
  • Paperback: 224 pages

Find it: Goodreads  |  AmazonBarnes & Noble  |  Smashwords
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Overview:
Alex Kosmitoras’s life has never been easy. The only other student who will talk to him is the school bully, his parents are dead-broke and insanely overprotective, and to complicate matters even more, he’s blind. Just when he thinks he’ll never have a shot at a normal life, a new girl from India moves into town. Simmi is smart, nice, and actually wants to be friends with Alex. Plus she smells like an Almond Joy bar. Yes, sophomore year might not be so bad after all.

Unfortunately, Alex is in store for another new arrival—an unexpected and often embarrassing ability to “see” the future. Try as he may, Alex is unable to ignore his visions, especially when they begin to suggest that Simmi is in danger. With the help of the mysterious psychic next door and new friends who come bearing gifts of their own, Alex must embark on a journey to change his future.

 

 

 
 

My Take on Farsighted:

 
Farsighted is a book that will immediately grab you attention and leave you wide-eyed and open mouthed long after it’s done. Author Emyln Chand takes her readers on a riveting journey with a stellar cast of characters, creative special powers, and a fantastic plot that only leaves readers wanting more. Twists and turns, setbacks and love, make this novel a roller coaster ride of excitement.
 
What a phenomenal book Farsighted truly is. I must admit I wasn’t sure if I could fall in love with a main character that not only had a disability but also had a unique gift.  What Chand does it surprising, not only did she make me love Alex, but she also made me feel sorry for him, angry with him, and root for him constantly – and this was all in the first few chapters! This should speak volumes about the depth of her characters and the elegance of her writing. Not once did I feel a situation was unexplained or a character under developed. The entire cast, Alex, Simmi, Sharpi, Alex’s parents, Miss Teak and Dax all had a role to play within the pages and worked beautifully together when they crossed paths. It was exciting watching the story unfold before my eyes, a unique voyage I’d happily take over and over again.
 
Alex, a natural loner because of his blindness, is on a journey of self discovery. Soon after his ability of second sight takes over him, he discovers that something bad is going to happen to the girl he loves, Simmi. Simmi, his first true friend means the world to him, and he will stop at nothing to save her even if that means learning to use a gift he really doesn’t want. His second sight was both a gift and a curse from the beginning, making it difficult for him to distinguish between what is real, and what might occur. It forces Alex to seek the assistance of a palm reader, Miss Teak, to better understand what is happening to him and how he can prevent Simmi’s demise, thus bringing about his quest to find the elusive Dax. But for Alex, things aren’t always as cut and dry as they seem, or as he dreams.
 
Because of his blindness, Alex has to rely on other senses, especially touch and smell. Chand does an excellent job conveying how Alex is able to paint pictures of the world around him just by touching objects and smelling the faintest scent. I liked being able to experience the world through his eyes and seeing just how important our other 4 senses can be. It was very refreshing to see a story portrayed this way and even better to experience. Everyone should read the book for this reason alone.
 
Another thing I loved about this novel was the strong female characters. Both Simmi and Sharpi are intelligent and insightful young girls who spoke their minds. Each had their own special way of talking and dealing with Alex and you could see how his actions would change depending on which girl he was around at the time.  There was definitely a strong theme of independent women, especially in Alex’s mother who just happened to be the sole breadwinner of the family. Though the theme was present it wasn’t overpowering, and shouldn’t stop anyone from reading the book.
 
Overall, I don’t think I have a single negative word to speak against Farsighted. It is definitely a book unlike any other, and will probably turn out to be one of the best books you have read in years. The story works, the characters are convincing, and even the rune’s add something a little extra. I highly recommend this books to everyone ages 15 and up.

 

My Rating

5 out of 5 Controllers

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Excerpt

Pizza Party

 

At Sweet Blossoms, Mom makes a huge fuss over my “becoming a ladies’ man, and with such pretty ladies too.” I keep my hands clasped on my cane to keep myself from strangling her. After making sure she’s thoroughly embarrassed me, Mom closes up shop early, swings by the pizza parlor, and delivers the three of us to an empty house.

“Dad’s out on another job interview,” Mom explains, laying out paper plates and napkins and extracting a two-liter bottle of orange pop from the fridge. “Let’s save him a couple of slices, okay?”

Shapri flips open the lid off the first pizza box. “Ick, ham and pineapple,” she says, moving on to the next box. “Now here’s what I’m talking about, pepperoni with extra cheese. Yum!”

“Pineapple and ham is Alex’s favorite,” Mom announces from the kitchen, as she pours pop into Dixie cups.

“Yes, it is,” I say, nudging Shapri out of the way, so I can plop a few slices onto my plate. I don’t care how early in the afternoon it is. I’m hungry. I shove a slice in my mouth and the grease drips down my chin.

Shapri crunches on a slice of the pepperoni and cheese.

“Are you eating the crust first?” I ask; the tip of the pizza goes in mushily, not crunchily.

“Of course,” Shapri says. Her voice is muffled since her mouth is completely full of food. “That’s how you’re supposed to eat it, save the best for last.”

“Weird,” I say, taking another huge chomp of my pizza from the intended end.

“Do they have pizza where you come from, Simmi?” Mom asks.

“Yes,” Simmi answers curtly.

“Well, why aren’t you eating anything? Don’t you like pizza?”

“Yes, I like pizza very much. But…”

I pause before tearing into my second slice. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Well, I don’t eat meat,” Simmi explains. “But it’s okay. I’ll just pick it off.”

“Oh no,” Mom groans. “I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry.” She comes over to the table and places a roll of paper towels in front of Simmi with a thud. “You can use this to blot at the pizza.” Mom comes up behind me and places her hands on my chair. “Okay, I’ll let you kids enjoy your party. I’m headed out to the garden to water the tomatoes. When Dad comes home, send him outside, okay?” Mom kisses me on the head and takes her leave.

Shapri and I continue eating our pizza like we’ve been starving our entire lives. Simmi blots politely at her slice, picking off the toppings and tearing it into small bits and placing them in her mouth. A few minutes later, Dad arrives through the front door.

“Hi, Alex,” he calls from the next room, while removing his shoes. “Hi, Alex’s friends.” He hangs up his jacket and makes his way over to the kitchen. “I hope you saved me a slice or two.” He stops walking all of a sudden, freezing as if he were a deer about to get hit by a semi-truck on a lonely country road.

“Hi, Dad,” I say. “Mom says she wants you to meet her outside in the garden.”

Dad clears his throat and walks back toward the front door. None of us say anything until he’s gone outside.

“That was weird,” Shapri says. “I wonder what his problem is.”

“Dad’s kind of been a bit unusual lately,” I say, hoping we can talk about something else.

“The way he was staring at me. Like I’m a ghost or something.”

From outside, Dad’s voice floats in and hangs above our conversation. I can’t quite make out the words, but I can tell he’s angry. Really angry.

“Um, I better be going,” Shapri says, shoving one last bite into her mouth and then brushing her hands off against each other, making a loud clapping noise.

“You don’t need to leave because of him,” I say. I guess Dad still ranks number one on the people I don’t like list. I don’t want him acting like this around my guests, whether I invited them of my own accord or not.

“No, I have to go,” Shapri says with tons of conviction, while throwing her paper plate away under the sink and then heading toward the door. “My dad’s here to walk me home. He told me he’d pick me up, and now here he is.” Shapri throws her coat on over her shoulders and shoves her feet into her slip-on shoes. “I’ll see you both at school tomorrow. Happy birthday again, Alex. Bye.” Only about thirty seconds pass between the time Shapri decides to leave and the time she has disappeared through the front door.

Simmi takes a sip of pop, slurping loudly. “I wonder what that was all about,” she says.

“No idea,” I whisper in case Dad is listening. “I wonder why her father didn’t even come in to say ‘hello.’  Strange.”

“Forget coming in. He didn’t come at all. No one was outside. Shapri just walked off by herself.”
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About the Author:
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Website: www.emlynchand.com
From an early age, Emlyn Chand has counted books among her best friends. She loves to hear and tell stories and emerged from the womb with a fountain pen grasped firmly in her left hand (true story). Her affinity for the written word extends to absolutely every area of her life: she has written two-and-a-half novels, leads a classics book group with over three hundred members, and, of course, runs the whole shebang at Novel Publicity.

The book that changed Emlyn’s life is Harold and the Purple Crayon by Crocket Johnson. It opened her eyes to the world that could exist if only she was willing to create it—a lesson she has never forgotten. While she enjoys all types of novels, her greatest loves are literary fiction and YA. Farsighted is her first novel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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