4.5 Lighthouses for Gypsy by Trisha Leigh

Gypsy BannerGypsy (The Cavy Files, #1) by Trisha Leigh

Genre: YA Paranormal * Published May 13th, 2014

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.

GypsyThe 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.

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Gypsy is a GREAT Paranormal YA book with a fun cast of characters, entertaining plot, and plenty of surprises to keep you reading.  I was not sure what to expect with this title, but it was a wonderful surprise… I am so glad I read it & you will be too!

4halfBefore I get too into what I liked about the story, let me just say the majority of the action takes place in Charleston, SC – one of my Top 3 US Cities EVER.  Charleston and its landmarks were more than a location for this book; the city was every bit a character as the rest of the cast.  I LOVED reading about the famous streets, architecture, restaurants, cemeteries & graveyards (yes, there is a difference), and especially the “native” vs. “tourist” dichotomy that most definitely exists in The Holy City.  Kudos to Ms. Leigh for vividly highlighting this authentic setting while inhabiting it with awkward teens with paranormal powers.

Another aspect I must comment on: the incredibly descriptive writing!  In a world where authors should “show, don’t tell,” Ms. Leigh is a PRO.  For example: The smell of food wafts up the stairs, army-crawls under my door and coaxes a growl from my stomach.  That, in my opinion, is a great sentence.  Very early in the book, Gypsy (after leaving the Home) learns that her birth mother was deceased: The news hits hard, like a category-five hurricane smashing into the shore, and erodes the hope I’ve harbored over the years until there is nothing left.  The dream that she is out there, that one day she’ll realize she made a mistake and come find me washes away, flung into the ether, until its just one more thing that makes everything different now.

Gyspy is one of 10 teenagers living at an unauthorized orphanage for “special children.”  And by “special,” I mean they have varied supernatural abilities.  These teens are not aliens or super heroes who accidentally came into their powers: they were genetically modified and then studied.   Very early in the book, these kids are “rescued” and returned to the general population.  One of my favorite parts of this story is that, despite being separated,g the 10 “Cavies” continue to hang out in a “mental cavity” called The Clubhouse.  In the real word, they kind of zone out, but when their minds gather in this invisible, secret location, the friends are able to “see” each other again, compare notes, and make plans – this becomes more crucial as the plot advances.

Everything Gypsy knows about the “real world” comes from movies the teens were allowed to watch at their Home.  This makes for some humorous interactions and astute observations.  I loved her fellow Cavies, especially Mole – the blind boy who sees Gypsy better than anyone.

 There are many surprises in store for Gypsy as she navigates life after the Home in which she was raised – or was she created, studied, crafted for a purpose?!  It is a very entertaining, gripping read to follow her on this quest for answers.  And for every truth she discovers, other mysteries surface. The ending promises a Book 2, and I am looking forward to more of The Cavy Files.


“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.





Trisha LeighTrisha 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 rewatching 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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