The Loneliest Place

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 The Loneliest Place, by Lora Senf

It's the new conclusion to the Blight Harbor trilogy, and the Clackity is BACK!  I enjoyed this just as much  the other two, and they're perfect spooky fall reading.  Go get your copy from the library today!

Evie has been back from the Nighthouse for a few weeks now, and summer is almost over, but she still has one more thing to do.  Now that Evie knows that her parents are a) alive and b) trapped on the Dark Sun Side, she can't think about anything but rescuing them.  In true protagonist fashion, she doesn't want to endanger anyone else, so she leaves a note.  Evie thinks she's prepared, but the Clackity is a lot angrier this time around.

In order to find her parents, Evie must run the gauntlet of the storybook her mother wrote for her, in which a little girl who loves herself some alone time looks for the loneliest place in the world.  The Clackity has set up a challenge for each page, and its goal is to first kill Evie and then her parents too.  But Evie has made friends with the Radix...sort of...and she's pretty good at navigating the Dark Sun Side by now.  Who will come out on top?  Just remember, the Clackity always cheats.

An excellent finish to this spooky and well-written adventure!

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