This is my cut-off for the books I’m reading during The Re-Reading Project and it was also a pivotal year for L.J., who stopped publishing for more than a decade. In 1998, I was 16 and I moved from my hometown in Georgia to Mandeville, Louisiana (a suburb north of New Orleans, across Lake Ponchartrain). might have modeled Julian from The Forbidden Game on Jareth from Labyrinth. Maybe it’s because I just re-watched Labyrinth (on a huge screen outdoors in a field by the river with food trucks nearby, perfect), but I totally suspect now, as an adult, that L.J. But The Forbidden Game is like Labyrinth meets Jumanji meets Norse mythology. would write about the psychically gifted, a coven of modern-day witches, vampires, and more in her other series. Sometimes, as in The Forbidden Game, they are relatively normal teenagers. Most of L.J.’s books feature teenagers dealing with extraordinary circumstances or creatures with minor adult supervision. Smith’s book compulsively and if I remember correctly, The Forbidden Game was my favorite series during this time.Įmilie’s original battered copies of The Forbidden Game trilogy Smith fan and had read most of her books. By the time I started tracking my reading in 1996, I was already an earnest L.J. Smith‘s that I read, probably around the time they were published in 1994. I’m fairly sure that The Forbidden Game trilogy were the first books of L.J. They were like bandaged eyes turned toward her. After the last riots, the police had cleared things up, but many of the vandalized stores still had boarded windows, which gave Jenny a creeping feeling between her shoulder blades. ![]() She hadn’t realized, though, that Eastman Avenue had gotten quite so rough. This wasn’t the best neighborhood in town, and she’d come here specifically because she didn’t want any of her friends to see her. ![]() There were two of them, one dressed in a black T-shirt and leather vest, with a black bandanna on his head, the other in a long flannel shirt, black-and-blue plaid, unbuttoned. They matched their pace to hers when she slowed to pretend to look in a store window, they slowed, too. They were still behind her, on the other side of the street but definitely following.
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