A slow burner

‘Gypsy’ – Trisha Leigh


Gypsy - Trisha Leigh

Gypsy – Trisha Leigh

Inconsequential: not important or significant.

Synonyms: insignificant, unimportant, nonessential, irrelevant

In the world of genetic mutation, Gypsy’s talent of knowing a person’s age of death is considered a failure. Her peers, the other Cavies, have powers that range from curdling a blood still in the vein to being able to overhear a conversation taking place three miles away, but when they’re taken from the sanctuary where they grew up and forced into the real world, Gypsy, with her all-but-invisible gift, is the one with the advantage.

The only one who’s safe, if the world finds out what they can do.

When the Cavies are attacked and inoculated with an unidentified virus, that illusion is shattered. Whatever was attached to the virus causes their abilities to change. Grow. In some cases, to escape their control.

Gypsy dreamed of normal high school, normal friends, a normal life, for years. Instead, the Cavies are sucked under a sea of government intrigue, weaponized genetic mutation, and crushing secrets that will reframe everything they’ve ever been told about how their “talents” came to be in the first place.

When they find out one of their own has been appropriated by the government, mistreated and forced to run dangerous missions, their desire for information becomes a pressing need. With only a series of guesses about their origins, the path to the truth becomes quickly littered with friends, enemies, and in the end, the Cavies ability to trust anyone at all.

About the author:

Trisha Leigh

Trisha Leigh

Trisha Leigh is a product of the Midwest, which means it’s pop, not soda, garage sales, not tag sales, and you guys as opposed to y’all. Most of the time. She’s been writing seriously for five years now, and has published 4 young adult novels and 4 new adult novels (under her pen name Lyla Payne). Her favorite things, in no particular order, include: reading, ‘Game of Thrones’, Hershey’s kisses, reading, her dogs (Yoda and Jilly), summer, movies, reading, Jude Law, coffee, and re-watching WB series from the 90’s-00’s.

Her family is made up of farmers and/or almost rock stars from Iowa, people who numerous, loud, full of love, and the kind of people that make the world better. Trisha tries her best to honor them, and the lessons they’ve taught, through characters and stories—made up, of course, but true enough in their way.

Trisha is the author of ‘The Last Year’ series and the ‘Whitman University’ books. She’s represented by Kathleen Rushall at Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

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Undoubtedly when you first start reading ‘Gypsy’, you can’t help but think it is a duplicate of the ‘X-men’ story. A group of mutants with special powers, secluded from society and being trained to control and enhance their powers, reading the first few chapters felt like a cheap imitation of the successful franchise. However, this similarity quickly ends when Gypsy and her friends are discovered by a reporter and their secluded world is suddenly shattered.

We follow Gypsy, one of the mutant teenagers who considers herself quite useless in comparison to her friends. Her “ability” is seeing the age that someone will die through making skin contact. As such, she feels forced to keep herself separated from others, not feeling able to cope with helplessly knowing when her friends will die. So when she is presented with the opportunity of living with her dad, going to school and doing things a typical 17-year-old would do, Gypsy jumps at the chance of being normal and fitting in. It was from this point that I truly began to appreciate Leigh’s story as I realised this wasn’t trying to copy something already out there. I found myself intrigued with how Gypsy would adapt and was particularly interested in how she maintains contact with her other Cavies.

I found the pace of this book quite slow until the very end. When Gypsy and the Cavies are all injected with an unknown substance from apparent strangers in the street, it takes a while for the story to reveal what has happened here. I thought more could have been made of the investigations being done by the Cavies and think that elaborating on how the others settle in to their new lives would have added a bit more depth to the story. Instead, I found myself a little bored by Gypsy contemplating her feelings for Jude and Dane. The change in powers that the Cavies show from the injection was really intriguing, especially how Gypsy changes and what she learns about Jude and I think Leigh could have made this more of a focus in the story.

Don’t get me wrong: I did enjoy this story and the idea of mutant teenagers being deliberately secluded from the rest of the world and the fall-out that comes as they learn more about their history. The different powers that the teenagers have is interesting and the role of Flicker throughout the story was a clever signal to show life was not going to be easy for the released Cavies. However, the execution of this plot was not quite as pacey as I had hoped and I found the ending the most enjoyable, clearly setting the scene for the next stage of the story.

This is a pretty good read and if you enjoy stories like ‘X-men’, then I don’t think you will be disappointed with Leigh’s offering. There are a lot of good elements within this story and despite me feeling that there was scope to expand on them, the ending definitely makes up for it. As far as teenage science-fiction goes, then this read will certainly satisfy your palette.

This book was provided to me by the author in exchange for an honest review.


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“Oh, Lordy, I am so sorry! My mom’s always sayin’ I’m so clumsy I could trip over a cordless phone.”

A breathless, sweet, female voice chatters the apology as hands try, with little success, to drag me back to my feet using the straps of my backpack. She’s behind me, so not the person whose age of death I just saw in my first two minutes here.

Fail, Gypsy.

“Are you okay?” A second voice, male and with a smooth, local drawl, mingles with the first.

The dead kid is a boy.

I jerk my hands into my chest, trying not to be obvious about it. Wishing with all my might I could take it back. Forget. Turn away without seeing the attached face. Of course there isn’t, and when my body remembers how to breathe again, I open my eyes.

He’s tall, a few inches over six feet, with hair the color of sand and eyes that shift between gold and brown, like maple syrup in the sunlight. More than the intriguing shade, it’s the genuine kindness in them that stands out to me. My heart flutters, then seizes.

Dead. He’s dead.

“It’s okay, I’ll live.” I wince at my choice of words and busy myself with brushing imaginary dust off the skirt of my uniform.

The clumsy girl stands as high as my shoulders, and the upturned nose and smattering of freckles combine with her chin-length white-blond hair to remind me of Tinkerbell. At least she seems to have a better attitude than the jealous, spiteful fairy.

Her pale eyes fling more apologies my direction, but I hold up my hand. “Really. No big deal.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you for being cool.” She grins, and it lights up her entire body. “I’m Maya.”


“You’re new?”

“How could you guess?”

“Because they rest of us learned to avoid Maya while she’s double-fisting coffee and a cell phone back in the seventh grade.” Oh, goodnight nurse. The boy who’s going to die before he graduates from high school would have eyes that make my stomach attempt to fly.

I imagine literal, iron plates of armor clicking into place over my face, my skin, my heart, then flick a glance his direction. I snatch my cell phone from his palm. “Thanks.”

“I’m Jude.” He sticks out his hand.

Even though my aversion remains, even though I don’t want to confirm what I saw, there’s no point in keeping to my hands off rule. Not touching him now won’t change anything.

“Norah,” I say again, laughing a little at the absurdity of repeating my name. Our hands touch, his skin soft and electric at the same time, like he scooted his feet across a shag carpet. The little hairs on my arms, at the back of my neck, stand up.

18. 18. 18.

I pull my hand away, fixing my smile and swinging back toward Maya. “You caught me, I’m new. And I’m supposed to be in the office but I have no idea where that is, so this is at least half my fault, stopping in the middle of the hall like that.”

“I’ll walk you. It’s right on my way,” the boy offers.

Maya rolls her eyes at me in a manner that suggests we’ve been sharing nonverbal cues for more than two minutes. “If you don’t want to be alone with Jude, I understand. But if you don’t care, I’m going to let him take you because I’m supposed to meet with the yearbook sponsor…” She glances at her phone. “Five minutes ago.”

“No, it’s fine. He’s fine.” Lord in heaven, did I just say that?

Maya snorts, and the heat in my face promises she didn’t miss my unintentional comment.

I grew up around boys, so snorts at double entendre isn’t exactly new to me, which only makes the fire in my cheeks all the more vexing. It’s surprising to learn that things can still embarrass me.

“You know, it’s not the first time I’ve heard that,” Jude jokes, his smile catching my attention.

My lips return it without permission, even though my face is about to melt off.

“Yes, it is,” Maya chirps. “It so is the first time he’s heard that. Norah, we’ll have lunch instead, okay?”

I nod, but she doesn’t see me because she’s already halfway down the hall, waving over her shoulder.

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