Stalking Thomas Cress well... 
 A boy with dark brown hair--as carefully sculpted as his immaculately pressed uniform--raised his hand, straight as an arrow in the air. Inkblots covered much of his fingertips, as if he were too entranced with writing notes to be bothered with delicacy. My gaze had lingered on him earlier, fascinated by the methodical way he took notes. He was nearly manic with learning--a trait I couldn't help admiring. 
 Uncle nodded toward him. The boy cleared his throat and stood, confidence pulling his lean shoulders back, as he faced the class instead of my uncle. 
 Darn I'm drooling... 
 When scenes like these spring to mind 
 Wow 
 Just wow 
 I loved how dark and and intriguing this book was. I knew it!!!! I suspected who the killer was!!!! 
 I can't wait for the next book. This novel will keep you guessing and on the tips of your toes. I loved everything. That's it.