I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when I started to read Following Zippy, (graciously supplied by author C.B. Burdette in return for an honest review) but I ended up really enjoyed the book. Billed as young adult, you won’t find post apocalyptic words, vampires, werewolves, or any other cliches that have unfortunately come to define the genre. Instead, this first-person novel chronicles the story of Gabe Perkins, aged 15, who’s just been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and how he deals with what could be the end of his life.

Following-ZippyAlong the way he meets a girl named Zippy, who only he seems to be able to see. I won’t spoil the book by getting into whether or not Zippy is real, but suffice it to say that she has a life-altering impact on Gabe’s life.

The supporting characters (Gabe’s mother, his best friend Tony, and his unrequited crush Darla) are well developed and you feel for them as they come to the very real realization that they might lose Gave forever. Yes, Burdette has spun a real tearjerker here, and the book will stay with you long after you read the last page. A solid 4-star book, and highly recommended.

 

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