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| "The Whisper Theory" is two books in one. First, it is a riveting coming- of-age novel of romance and suspence. Second, it is a Bible study to address the issues the characters are dealing with. This book is meant to equip teens to deal with what's going on in their lives in a God-pleasing way, now and in the years to come.
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Excerpt from Chapter One: How could you forget?
The late August storm that hit Evanston my first night there ushered in oppressive heat that stayed for a week. Sweat clothed everything, right down to the toilet, and my roommates and I languished, finding no reprieve.
We sauntered to the Henry Crown Sports Pavilion/Aquatic Center, or SPAC as we called it, passing manicured lawns outlined by solar lanterns. A few hours earlier, students likely played volleyball and frisbee in the park-like student area behind the building, but it was abandoned now, except for a few who sat on the boulders stacked into a retaining wall next to the lake. From our perch we watched Chicago's lights floating on Lake Michigan to the south. The only sound was waves roaring, then fading in splashes on the rocks beneath where we sat.
"When I’m gone I’ll miss this," I said, trying to breathe in the atmosphere of the night.
"You just got here. How can you talk about it being over?" Carol asked.
"I won’t miss it,” Jeff said. “I'll be too busy looking for a rich woman to marry."
"Marry Carol," I said. "Her parents are loaded."
"Would you marry me, Carol?"
"Not a chance," she snapped.
"I don’t know how to get these sounds into my mental picture."
“Why are you so consumed with remembering?” Jeff asked.
“It’s so beautiful with the lights and the waves…”
“And us,” Carol added. “How could you forget?"
"She could end up with Alzheimer’s," Jeff said, “but then she wouldn't know she had forgotten so it wouldn't matter."
“Just adopt Jeff’s approach and drag college out five or six years,” Carol said. “Then you won’t have to leave next spring.”
“It won’t take me six years. If I take summer school I could finish in five…maybe.”
“I can’t afford the nine months I’m here,” I said.
“I wish I would have done post secondary,” Carol said. “I hated high school.”
“I did, too,” Jeff said.
“What changes in the months between high school and college to make such a difference? One month pretty people run the school and three months later no one cares.”
“Maybe it’s because you pay for college,” Carol suggested. “Or having brains actually matters.”
“And you can move away from the people who made the last twelve years of your life a dark and lonely existence,” Jeff added.
“Well, whatever it is, I’m glad I got out when I did.”
“Remind me of that when I have kids,” Carol said. “Keep them out of high school at all costs.”
“Great idea, Carol. Raise a bunch of drop outs,” Jeff snorted.
“Boarding school is more her style,” I said.
“But then you’ll have private school brats.”
“I went to private school,” I reminded him.
“I rest my case.”
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