Fade By Lisa McMann

For Janie and Cabe, real life is getting tougher than the dreams. Disturbing things are happening at Fieldridge High, yet nobody's talking. When Janie taps into a classmate's violent nightmares, the case finally breaks open - but nothing goes as planned. Not even close. Janie's in way over her head, and Cabe's shocking behavious has grave consequences for them both.
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And if that isn't bad enough, Janie has discovered Martha Stubin's journals, and what she learns through them chills her to the bone. Not onily is her fate as a Dream Cather sealed, but what's to come is so much darker than she'd ever feared...
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Fade is the sequel to Wake, the first book in a trilogy. It's about a girl called Janie that has the ability to become drawn into other people's dreams. She is known as a 'Dream Catcher'. This book delves into using Janies ability to help catch a sexual predator in her school. It is definitely a darker and more mature read than its predecessor with a ton of suspense.
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McMann's writing is very simplistic without many details which is what gives the book its fast pace, therefore it was a very quick read. However, she manages to draw you into Janies world. Janies aggitation, exhaustion and heartbreak at how her 'gift' is becoming a curse really comes across and you end up rooting for her.
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The developing romance between Janie and Cabel is very realistic, they both have issues and problems that affect the relationship that can't just be overlooked and have to be worked through. Their frustration with their scenario is almost palpable through the pages.
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This book does offer up some mystery in the plot but in the end you do kind of guess what's going to happen. The journals Janie acquires from a previous dreamcatcher (Martha Stubin) really brings immense terror to the book and leaves Janie and Cabel with difficult choices to make. A great sequel that keeps you captivated until the end.
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Random Passage:
She's broken.
Her muscles are like water.
And he's there, lifting her shoulders, holding a glass to her lips, telling her to drink and swallow.
She can feel his fingers pushing the hair out of her eyes. Hear his voice in her ear. Smell his skin nearby. Taste the milk on her tongue, in her throat. And then slowly she sees shadows. Black and white, at first, and then his face looking wild. His hair, flipping every which way. His cheeks flushed.
And she speaks roughly. "It's okay," she says.