Meet Ashlynn Carter; sixteen years old, quiet, bullied at school. Meet Hope Carter; sixteen years old, extremely loud and...dead. Eleven years ago, Hope died in a tragic accident, leaving her twin an only child. Now, over a decade later, Hope's back...but not in the way you'd expect. A traumatic and brutal incident leaves Ashlynn herself close to death. Who saves her from a terrible fate? Her dead twin sister, talking to her in her head. Now, as Ashlynn tries to recover from an incident most would not survive, for the first time in her life she has a friend. Only this is a friend with a difference. Hope never leaves, residing in her sister's head constantly. Every thought, every movement, every breath is watched by the girl. Suddenly, school isn't so horrid anymore and Ashlynn...Ashlynn isn't alone. But is what Hope's doing right? Or is it even 'Hope' at all? Is this some terrible shock-induced phenomena, or do the dead never truly leave?

"Do not listen to them. Do you hear me?" He cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eye. "Don't you dare believe what they say." Although he only whispered, those words had so much power in them that I took a step back. "I know you think I'm weak," I said. "I know you want me to stand my ground and go my own way no matter what. That's what I've been doing my whole life." The dirty lamp post was casting funny shades all over the parking lot. I was shivering now. "But I can't just deny the truth," I continued. "Daydreaming won't get me anywhere, my way won't get me anywhere. Who am I kidding? I am no Einstein!" I was almost shouting. "Let's just say I had my share of childish hope. But it has to stop now. Because if I go on, I might become insane. And honestly? I don't want that!" It was only then that I noticed the flash of remembrance in his eyes. He said, "The only difference between brilliance and madness is success."

Daughter4254 used to think life in a community where art, music and names are outlawed would suffocate her creative spirit. Now that she’s rotting in a prison cell, she’s not sure her dying mother made the right choice when she entrusted her with the secrets of rebellion. Prison has given her plenty of time to relive every mistake and lose all hope. Her next stop is the MindWipe. Then she meets Thomas, a fellow inmate, who tells her stories of the mythical mountain colonies where people have names and the arts thrive. Together they plot an escape, knowing if they fail, they will die. Or worse, their consciousness will be taken by the MindWipe, leaving their bodies free for the government to use. When nothing goes as planned, Daughter4254 must choose between using her mother's secret to better the world she hates, or following Thomas to the quiet life of freedom she has always craved.

Imani escapes prison only to find herself in the clutches of a mad man. The hope that Thomas could still be alive and waiting for her in the snowy mountain woods is all that she has left to cling to. But after her head is artificially filled with more information than she knows what to do with, she finds she can't trust her own thoughts, much less the words of anyone else. Rumors come creeping in the night and she finds herself faced with a choice she thought she left far behind her when she walked out the doors of the compound.

She's everybody's sunshine but she fell in love with the moon. Her face lights up at the very thought of the sparkling jewells of the sky. She's a dreamer. A truly by the book dreamer. And she knows that she can only dream what she can do, that the sky is not the limit. She knows that it is not over until she wins. A story of a teenage girl with lots of question marks, insecurities and dissapointments but who is nevertheless in love with her life. A story of a princess who doesn't need a prince to rescue her, but her friend, her books and her imagination. Has it made you curious? If so, keep reading.