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Slipping Reality

Reviewed by Lisa McCombs for Readers Favorite
Katie should be a typical teenage girl doing typical teenage girls things; and to her peers she is. She goes to school where she tolerates biology class, aces English class (she's already read all the assigned novels) and excels in art class. One would think that she and her best gal pal share an exciting high school social life, but at the end of the school day, Katie goes home to an atmosphere of sadness and anxiety. Katie's brother Matthew is suffering his third and most likely final round of cancer. While Katie's mother devotes her every waking moment researching possible life-saving medical procedures and Matthew approaches each day with a courageous smile, Katie finds herself drowning in an existence void of escape from sickness and false hopes. Just as her spirit is at its lowest point, two men enter her life to comfort and carry her away from the dark realities of her daily life. Who are they? WHAT are they? Guardian angels?
I thoroughly enjoyed reading Slipping Reality. Although it is categorized as young adult I believe this is marketable in a wider reading audience. Often times focus is only targeted to the immediate victim of terminal illness and younger family members are secondary in the grieving process. In this fictional adaptation of living with terminal illness, Emily Beaver gives her first hand
impression of actually loosing an older brother to  cancer. The author comments in her personal notes that she wishes she could have found the escape that her main character did during the "real time" events of her brother's last days. Wonderful read!
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