title: A Taste of Smoke
author:  Marion Dane Bauer 
description: The tension in this supernatural tale, set in the woods of Minnesota, comes not from the appearance (and reappearance) of a rather amiable ghost, but from the difficulties between two sisters growing apart. Caitlin hopes a camping trip will renew the intimacy she once shared with older sister Pam, who has recently become preoccupied with college life. But when Pam's new boyfriend shows up at the campsite, Caitlin feels like a third wheel. Around this time, she starts having "visions" of a boy who was killed in a fire 100 years ago. The older teens, engrossed in their blossoming romance, don't take the "hallucinations" seriously, but the 13-year-old is convinced that the lonely ghost she has befriended is real. Readers attracted by the book jacket's spooky illustration may be disappointed by the low chill factor of this novel, which formulaically resolves the isolation of a preteen and her century-old soulmate. The attitudes and hang-ups of characters remain convincing, however, and Bauer's ( On My Honor ) on-target dialogue more than compensates for other pat or farfetched plot aspects. Ages 10-14. <br />Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc.
zlib_text: SMOKE GETS
  
  IN YOUR
  
  EYES
  
  Men of KWESTT, Book 7
  
  By Clari Dees
  
    
  
  **Copyright 2020 Clari Dees**
  
   **Published by: Forget Me Not Romances, a division of Winged Publications**
  
   **Cover Art: Cynthia Hickey**
  
  **This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
  the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any
  resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is
  coincidental.**
  
    
  
  This book is dedicated to the memory of a dear friend, cheerleader, and loyal
  reader.
  
  Terri Dunham
  
  1944-2020
  
  I will miss you.
  
    
  
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  “Oh, wait. We forgot the bananas.”
  
  Zayne eyed her grandfather and tugged the shopping cart out of the flow of
  customers headed toward open checkout lanes. “I thought you said you didn’t
  want bananas this time.”
  
  A frown deepened the wrinkles time had etched across the elderly man’s face.
  “Did I? Are you sure?”
  
  Zayne grinned, not buying his confused act. “Yes, you did.”
  
  He str