Amanda Hocking has been a publishing sensation - with more-than-a-million-copies sold of her massive hit series, "Trylle trilogy" - and from what I could gather, I definitely think she is a prolific writing machine. Putting out one book after the other in humanly impossible time intervals.
So Freeks came out on Jan 3rd, 2017 and I was lucky enough to have snagged an early copy and be a part of the . Having never read a Hocking book before, I was eager to dive in - and the dry dusty carnival setting in this cold, mysterious town called Caudry really lured me in.
The story is about Mara, a teenager on the cusp of her adulthood, who has been leading the life of a nomad, along with this Travelling Circus group. She lives in a Winnebago trailer along with her mother, who poses as a diviner for the circus but actually is a necromancer who can talk to spirits. In fact, everybody in the group have some paranormal abilities - self-healing, super strength, animal control, pyrokinesis, telekinesis, you name it. Gideon's Travelling Circus has been home to these people with strange abilities whom the society has shunned and cast out. And for this reason, everybody are real close to each other. As the story begins, the group has fallen on pretty hard times and so, when Gideon, the head of this group gets an invite to set up carnival in this small town called Caudry in the middle of nowhere with the promise of good payment, they take up the offer readily and pitch tents outside town.
Mara, a spirited and intelligent young girl, who prefers books to parties decides to explore town - and gets invited for a random birthday party in town on account of having helped out the birthday girl with her drunken oaf of a boyfriend; And here's where she meets Gabe, a brooding handsome young man, to whom she is immediately attracted to. Gabe also happens to be a rich, his family being one of the oldest and most respected in the small town of Caudry. Initial teasing remarks soon give way to confused heady feelings for each other - as the cupid gets stronger with every other 'date' of theirs. Having pitched up the carnival for at least a week, Mara knows this might not last - and she shouldnt get attached to 'townies' but something about Gabe hits her the right way. They try and catch up every other day and the feelings get hot and heavy on both sides.
However, Caudry isn't just another sleepy, swamp-ridden town where the folks would enjoy some magic and tiger tricks. Strange things are happening. Everybody with magical abilities are feeling that something is wrong - their natural abilities are diminished and there's an awful sense of creeping dread that hangs around the circus. And then, one night, the strong-man in the circus gets attacked by a mysterious creature, rending him bloody and on the verge of death. The attacks continue every night leaving Gideon and his troupe frightened, confused and fragmented, on their decision to stay or leave.
Meanwhile, Mara is conflicted with her feelings for this 'boy' - and also, the creeping cold in this strange town has been giving her nightmares that she cannot explain. Tensions escalate as the events tumble towards an explosive climax where Mara has to choose between her 'love' or save her 'family' - the Circus group.
It's a very interesting YA paranormal romance - and is the first of the kind, I'm reading after a long time. I usually steer clear of the "Twilight" books but I had to try out Amanda Hocking after her name frequently surfaced on all things "good and great". I really liked the way the narrative proceeds, setting up the whole circus group and the characters in the group are very well crafted. Mara and Gabe of course are the central points of interest in this 'romantic' story but there are tons of others I grew to like in the course of reading.
Lyanka, the harried middle-aged mother, torn between her visions and her lack of ability to 'care properly' for her teenage daughter, trying her best to be friends with this girl whose hormones drive her decisions. There's Gideon - the leader of the group, a strong-willed fearless leader who sticks to his guns and runs a tight shop when it comes to his circus and who takes responsibility to protect his whole 'family'. There's Roxie, a fireball of a young girl, beautiful and strong who's shaken off the worst of what's happened to her and takes life head-on. Zeke and his two beautiful tigers. These characters really make the circus or the carnival come out real and I think, Amanda's effortless writing puts the shine on it.
Mara comes across as a fearless and intelligent heroine, willing to take the risk to protect those she loves. There are times when I did want to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her as she wandered heedlessly into danger - but overall, she's a very endearing protagonist, admirable for her qualities of being level headed and practical. Gabe, now is the perfect foil, the swoon-worthy, sweet handsome boy who stands by his girlfriend come hell, come highwater. A trope we've come to expect in YA paranormal featuring strong heroines, no complaints though.
The pacing is even and having churned out a few whole completed series by now, Amanda's writing is top notch and keeps you glued to the flying pages. The ominous sense of dread surrounding the mysterious town of Caudry keeps mounting. And this was deftly done without losing steam on how the slow-burn romance also builds up.
I only had one grouch with the whole book; the ending and the central conflict that powers the narrative felt rushed and incomplete. The climax and the way the problems were dealt with seemed overly simplistic - and the reader might feel a bit cheated. But perhaps we will get to see more of both Mara and Gabe as the travelling circus moves on, headed for a new adventure. I for one, am buying ringside tickets for the next show.
And to whet your appetite, here's a sneak-peek -
5. Carnival Unlike many of the other members of the sideshow, I didn’t have a specific job. My mom was a fortune- teller, Gideon did a magic show, Zeke had his tigers, Brendon andhis family did acrobatics, Seth was a strongman. My best friend Roxie Smith wasin two acts— she helped out Zeke, and did a peepshow revue with two other girls.I had no talent. No special ability, making me essentially aroadie. I did what was needed of me, which usually involved helping set up andtake down, and various menial tasks. I cleaned the tiger cages and emptied outlatrines when I had to. It wasn’t a glamorous job, but it was crucial to our way of life. Since Roxie worked with the tigers, Mahilā actually tolerated her. Roxie was helping me clean out the tiger cage they traveled in. The cage wasopen to a fenced-in enclosure Seth had built, so the tigers could roam as theypleased.Safēdalounged in the grass, the sun shining brightly on her white fur. Whenever westopped, Safēda seemed content to just lay in the sun, sleeping the entiretime, but as the older tiger, it made sense.Mahilā paced along the fence, occasionally emitting an irritatedguttural noise in between casting furtive glances back toward Roxie and me. Hergolden fur was mottled with scars from her past life in the abusive circus,including a nasty one that ran across her nose. “So where did you go last night?” Roxie asked, her voice lilting in a sing song playful way. She was out in the run, using a hose to fill up ablue plastic kiddie pool so the tigers could play in it, while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing dung off the cage floor. Her bleached blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the sleeves of her white T- shirt were rolled up, revealing her well-toned arms. The cut- off jean shorts she wore barely covered her bum, and her old cowboy boots went up to her knees— her chosen footwear anytime she was at risk of stepping in tiger poop. With fair skin, full lips, large blue eyes, and a dainty nose, Roxie was pretty and deceptively tough. Being a beautiful carnie was not an easy job, and dancing in the revue under the stage name “Foxy Roxie” didn’t help that. But she made decent money doing it, and Roxie never put up with anybody’s crap. I’d seen her deck guys much bigger than her and lay them out flat on their backs. “I was just at a party,” I said as I rinsed the brush off in a bucket of bleach and warm water. “A party?” Roxie looked over at me with a hand on her hip. “How’d you get invited to a party so fast?” I shrugged. “I was just exploring town, and I saw some people hanging outside of this big house party, and they invited me in.” “So what are the people like here? Are they nice?” Safēda had gotten up and climbed into the pool, and then she flopped down in it, splashing Roxie as she did. Roxie took a step back, but kept looking at me. “I don’t know. The people I met last night seemed nice, and they were superrich, so that bodes well for the town, I guess.” “Like how rich?” Roxie asked. “Like their house is practically a mansion.” I dropped the brush in the water and sat back on my knees, taking a break to talk to her. “It was the nicest house I’ve ever been in, hands down.” “Is that why you spent the night there?” Roxie understood my fascination with houses. Well, “understood” wasn’t the right word. It was more like she knew of it, but didn’t understand it all. She’d grown up in an upper- middleclass family, in nice houses with basements, and thought they were about as boring and lame as she could imagine. “Partly.” I nodded. “It was a really amazing house. There were pillars out front, and the front hall was bigger than my trailer.” “It’s just a house, Mara.” Roxie shook her head. “I know but . . .” I trailed off, trying to think of how to explain it to her. “You know how you felt when you first joined the sideshow two years ago? How everything seemed so exciting and fun, and I was like, ‘We live in cramped trailers. It kinda sucks.’” Roxie nodded. “Yeah. But I still think this life is a million times better than my old life. I get to see everything. I get to decide things for myself. I can leave whenever I want. There’s nothing to hold me back or tie me down.” She’d finished filling up the pool, so she twisted the nozzle on the hose to shut it off. Stepping carefully over an old tire and a large branch that the tigers used as toys, she went to the edge of the run and tossed the hose over the fence, before Mahilā decided to play with it and tore it up. She walked over to the cage and scraped her boots on the edge, to be sure she didn’t track any poop inside, before climbing up inside it. “So what was the other reason?” Roxie asked. I kept scrubbing for a moment and didn’t look up at her when I said, “Gabe.” “Gabe?” Roxie asked. “That sounds like a boy’s name.” “That’s because it is.” “Did you have sex with him?” “No.” I shot her a look. “We just made out a little.” “What what what?” Luka Zajiček happened to be walking by just in time to hear that, and he changed his course to walk over to the tiger cage. “Is that what you were up to last night?” “That’s what sucks about living in a community so small. Whenever anything happens, everybody knows about it right away,” I muttered. Luka put his arms through the cage bars and leaned against it, in the area I’d cleaned already. Since he was rather short, the floor came up to his chest, and his black hair fell into his eyes. His eyes were the same shade of gray as mine, but his olive skin was slightly lighter than mine. We first met him when he joined the carnival four years ago, and the first thing my mom said was that she was certain that we were related somehow. Unfortunately, Mom knew next to nothing about our family tree to be able to prove it. All she could really tell me was that we were a mixture of Egyptian, Turkish, and Filipino, with a bit of German thrown in for good measure. Luka had been born in Czechoslovakia, but he’d moved here with his family when he was young, so he’d lost his accent. He had recently roped me into helping him with a trick. He’d stand with his back against a wall, while I fi red a crossbow around him. Originally, Blossom had been the one to help him, but she kept missing and shooting him in the leg or arm, so he’d asked me to do it because I had a steadier hand. “So you made out with some local guy last night?” Luka asked, smirking at me. “Are you gonna see him again?” “He’s a local guy. What do you think?” I asked, and gave him a hard look. Luka shrugged. “Sometimes you bump into them again.” “And that goes so well when they find out that I work and live with a traveling sideshow,” I said. The floor was spotless, or at least as spotless as tiger cages can get, and I tossed my brush in the bucket and took off my yellow rubber gloves. “We can’t all meet our boyfriends in the sideshow,” I reminded Luka as I stood up, and it only made him grin wider. He’d been dating Tim— one of the Flying Phoenixes— for the past three months. “But you didn’t see Blossom anywhere in town last night?” Roxie asked, and Luka’s smile instantly fell away. A sour feeling stirred in my stomach, and I looked out around camp through the bars of the cage, as if Blossom would suddenly appear standing beside a trailer. As I’d been doing my chores all morning, I kept scanning the campsite for her, expecting her to return at any moment with a funny story about how she’d gotten lost in town. But so far, she hadn’t. And the longer she went without coming back, the worse the feeling in my stomach got. I shook my head. “No. I didn’t see her at all last night.” “She’s gotta turn up, though, right?” Luka asked. “I mean, it’s not like there are really that many places she could’ve gone considering she has no money or car and she’s in a small town.” The tigers were still down in the run, so I opened the side gate and hopped down out of the cage. Roxie got out behind me, then we closed the door. “I should talk to Gideon,” I decided as Roxie locked the cage up behind me. “It’s not like Blossom to do this.” “It’s not totally unlike her, though,” Roxie pointed out. “When we were in Toledo six months ago, she dis appeared for a few days with that weird commune, and came back just before we were leaving, totally baked out of her mind.” Blossom had grown up with parents who pretended to be hippies but were really just a couple of drug addicts. That— along with her unexplainable telekinesis— led to her dabbling with drugs and alcohol at a young age, before the state intervened and shipped her off to a group home. My mom tried to keep her clean of her bad habits, but sometimes Blossom just liked to run off and do her own thing. That wasn’t that unusual for people who lived in the carnival. “But if you’re worried, you should talk to Gideon,” Roxie suggested. “Luka’s right in that Blossom really couldn’t have gone far. Maybe you can scope out Caudry.” “Since that sounds like a mission that may take a bit of time, can you help me and Hutch with the museum before you talk to Gideon?” Luka asked. “The exit door is jammed, and we can’t get it open, and Seth is busy helping set up the tents.” “Sure. Between me and Mara, I’m sure the two of us can get the door unstuck,” Roxie said. I dropped off the bucket with the other tiger supplies, and then followed Roxie and Luka away from our campsite to the fairgrounds on the other side of a chain- link fence. We always stayed close to the rides, the midway, and the circus tent, but we didn’t actually sleep there. It was much better for every one if we kept our private lives separate from the crowds. Many of the games were already set up, and the Ferris wheel was in the process of being erected as we passed. Near the end of the midway was along black trailer painted with all kinds of frightening images of werewolves and specters, along with happier pictures of mermaids and unicorns, and the sign was written in bloodred:
Beneath that were several smaller signs warning “Enter at your own risk. The creatures inside can be DISTURBING and cause NIGHTMARES.” The entrance to the left was open, but the exit door at the other end was still shut. Wearing a pair of workman’s gloves, Hutch was pulling at the door with all his might. His neon green tank showed that his muscles were flexed and straining in effort. The bandana kept his dark brown hair off his face, but sweat was dripping down his brow. “Let me have a try, Hutch,” Roxie said. “What?” He turned to look back at her. “Door’s stuck.” “I can see that. That’s why I said let me have a try.” “Okay.” Hutch shrugged and stepped back. Hutch’s real name was Donald Hutchence, but nobody ever called him anything but Hutch. He didn’t have any special powers, unless you considered being really agreeable and easygoing a super power, so, like me, he was left doing whatever else needed to be done. Roxie grabbed the door and started pulling on it, and when it didn’t budge, I joined her. “Luka, go and push from the inside,” Roxie commanded through gritted teeth. Both Luka and Hutch went inside, pushing as Roxie and I pulled. And then all at once, the door gave way, and we all fell back on the gravel. I landed on my back, scraping my elbow on the rocks. Roxie made it out unscathed, and Hutch fell painfully on top of me, so he’d avoided injury. Luka crashed right on the gravel, though, and the rocks tore through his jeans and ripped up his knees and the palms of his hands pretty badly. “Do you need me to get a Band- Aid or anything?” Hutch asked as he helped me to my feet. “No, I’ll be okay.” I glanced over at Luka and the blood dripping down his knees. “What about you? Do you want anything?” “Nah. Just give it a few minutes.” Luka waved it off and sat down on the steps leading up to the museum door. No matter how many times I saw it, I couldn’t help but watch. His knee was shredded, with bits of gravel sticking in the skin. Right before my eyes, the bleeding stopped, and the rocks started falling out, as if pushed by his flesh, and the skin grew back, reattaching itself where it had been little mangled flaps. Within a few minutes, Luka’s knee was healed completely.