My Bookshelf: Wake Series


Title: Wake/Fade/Gone

Author: Lisa McMann

Genre: Young Adult/ Paranormal

Amazon summary:
“Janie Hannagan gets sucked into other people’s dreams. It’s an ability she always kept secret—until she met Cabel, and found herself with the best (secret) boyfriend ever. But Janie and Cabel are about to find out just how dark Janie’s future as a Dream Catcher is… and whether Cabel will be a part of it.”

My summary:
Janie gets sucked into people’s dreams. She can’t control it until she finds someone like her to guide her in her dream-catching. She meets a boy and begins working with the police to untangle the dreams of criminals. She has a lot of shit to deal with, having grown up on the wrong side of town, and it gets worse when her dream-catcher mentor reveals what it really means to catch dreams.


  • I like that Janie isn’t one of those run-of-the-mill middle class white girl narrators. Well, she’s white, but she’s poor as fuck with an alcoholic mother.
  • It’s pretty well written. Obviously, it was a best-seller, so it isn’t a piece of shit.
  • It’s a fun read. I’ve reread it a few times and don’t get tied of it.

Jeers (possible spoilers):

  • I feel like Cabel cries too often. And it’s really weird when he does, like the author doesn’t want to write a weak male character so she doesn’t go into any detail other than to say he’s crying but she needs him to cry to make him more likable.
  • I hated how it was present tense. Some of the time it just didn’t work, I don’t think.
  • The end seemed rushed. Like just all of a sudden she was going to AA meetings and then she planned to enter her mother’s dream? I guess where it ended worked, but it could’ve used another chapter or two.

Would I recommend it?:
Yep! The whole series is fun. The relationship between Janie and Cabel gets a little unrealistic at times, but for such an interesting plot I think it can be forgiven. Get used copies with the above covers, though. The new ones look stupid.

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Let the music carry us away

There’s a girl floating in a back-country creek
In an old patched inter-tube bleached by the sun
Just a lazy Sunday to relax and enjoy
She looks up as the clouds pass by
Such beauty in such a simple thing
Who doesn’t look at the sky and feel joy?
Whether it be clear skies of blue or the excitement of a storm
Or the vast dark skies filled with twinkling lights of distant lands

In the summertime, when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky”

Music drifts to her ears from a worn radio
She hums along to an old song her mother used to sing
Just a sweet little melody about the summertime
The girl enjoys the sun now and soaks it in
Her skin darkens as sweat rolls off into the cool water below
The sun makes rainbows in the water, reflecting enchanting beauty
Little minnows dart back and forth, going about their day
The girl allows herself to drift further downstream
The music grows fainter now

We love everybody but we do what we please
When the weather’s fine
We go fishing or go swimmin’ in the sea”

Laughter is carried on the wind from a group of men fishing
The girl closes her eyes and allows luck to guide her past their lines
She’s drifted farther than she ever has before
The breeze is picking up, blowing cold against her skin
The trees rustle and she enjoys the music of nature
Water rushing, wind blowing, birds chittering gossip
The trees clack together from the fierce wind

When the weather’s fine
You got women you got women on your mind”

The breeze has grown freezing cold
The girl shivers as she drifts down the creek
The cold hands reach out and claw at her, tearing her flesh
The tube deflates and she’s pulled under the water
She can’t breath, she’s gasping for air
She can’t hear anything but her own struggle to reach the surface
Her lungs burn and her skin sear as the fish slice at her skin

We’re always happy
Life’s for livin’ yeah, that’s our philosophy”

There’s yelling now, telling the girl what to do
The radio in the corner plays on, the singer chipper and relaxed
The girl turns over on the bed, begging for it to be over
She smells blood and sweat, then the breath of her abuser
He’s on her again, digging his nails into her skin
He brutalizes her until he’s satisfied and leaves her to her tears
She reaches under her bed for help
The white powder will make all her pain go away
One good sniff and she’s drifting down the creek again, humming along to the radio

Sing along with us
Dee dee dee-dee dee
Dah dah dah-dah dah
Yeah we’re hap-happy”

The song, for anyone who doesn’t know.