Texas Gothic by Rosemary Clement-mooreTexas Gothic by Rosemary Clement-moore

Texas Gothic

byRosemary Clement-moore

Paperback | August 14, 2012

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Amy Goodnight knows that the world isn't as simple as it seems. She also understands that "normal" doesn't mix with magic, and she's worked hard to build a wall between the two worlds. Not only to protect her family, who are all practicing witches, but to protect any hope of ever having a normal life herself.
   Ranch-sitting for her aunt in Texas should be exactly that: good old ordinary, uneventful hard work. Only, Amy and her sister, Phin, aren't alone. There's someone else in the house with them--and it's not the living, breathing, amazingly hot cowboy from the ranch next door.
   It's a ghost, and it's more powerful than the Goodnights and all their protective spells combined. It wants something from Amy, and none of her carefully built defenses can hold it back.
   This is the summer when the wall between Amy's worlds is going to come crashing down.

A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year

An ALA-YALSA Best Book for Young Adults

Praise for Texas Gothic:

[Star] "You can't get much more Nancy Drew. . . . This engaging mystery has plenty of both paranormal and romance, spiced with loving families and satisfyingly packed with self-sufficient, competent girls."--Kirkus Reviews, Starred

[Star] "Teens looking for a rollicking adventure filled with paranormal events, dastardly evildoers, and laugh-out-loud moments as Amy and Ben argue and snipe their way to love will adore this book."--School Library Journal, Starred

"The author mixes suspense, humor, and lots of local flavor. . . . The enjoyable sum is a lively teen ghost story with sex appeal."--The Horn Book

"A deeply affectionate rendering of Texas landscapes and legends combines with an appealing cast of well-developed characters to give texture to this well-plotted mystery; truly scary moments are balanced by the humorous bumbles of the awkwardly developing romance between Amy and Ben, as well as Phin's sublime cluelessness about the way her eccentricities appear to other people."--The Bulletin

From the Hardcover edition.
ROSEMARY CLEMENT-MOORE is the author of Prom Dates from Hell, Hell Week, Highway to Hell, Brimstone, The Splendor Falls, Texas Gothic, and Spirit and Dust. She grew up on a ranch in south Texas and now lives and writes in Arlington, Texas. You can visit her at ReadRosemary.com or follow her on Twitter @rclementmoore.From the Hard...
Title:Texas GothicFormat:PaperbackDimensions:416 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 0.83 inPublished:August 14, 2012Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0385736940

ISBN - 13:9780385736947


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lots of Laughs in this one First I have to add, what a beautiful cover this is. Normally we never “judge a book by it's’ cover” but this one is so eye catching and lovely so, yes, I am guilty of this. Just for this one. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a book that made me laugh as much as this one! Amy is such a likable character, one that you can relate to and instantly befriend if she were in your class/neighborhood/work place. It makes the story enjoyable to read, and adds more personality to the book. Supporting cast around Amy also do a great job and are fun to read as well. Her sister Phin is such a great laugh and fun to read. Amy has a pretty kooky family to begin with which adds more to her imperfections and makes her all the more likable. The romance aspect was cute and fun to read. To be expected as the main central theme is seen with a comedic light. Loved Amy and Ben hating each other first and then it grows to love. Yes it sounds pretty cliche and very Harlequin Romance. It’s over done isn’t it? I’ll accept it for this time. If it’s done with likable characters, then it makes the romance bearable. Onto the plot itself. It was well done. A mystery with supernatural elements to it. It’s a well rounded book with plenty of other elements drawn in without making the plot confusing or all over the place. It’s well written, and enjoyable. I couldn’t really compare this with anything else that I have read in the past although Nancy Drew with supernatural powers comes pretty close. Although the plot was great and everything in it was a joy to read, 400 and more pages is just a little too much. Maybe there was just too many ‘fillers’ in the book added to make it this long. It’s not necessary. Short books are okay too, we have a huge pile to go through as readers. :) Overall worth a read. Love it for the comedy factor and a well written murder mystery with paranormal elements. Also love it for the well written characters featured.
Date published: 2017-04-09
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Different I will admit that I have a thing for cowboys. And ghost stories. Put them together, and you get Texas Gothic, a modern-day southern paranormal mystery. And just look at that cover! So smoky and creepy! And the girl’s red hair and piercing green eyes and her pose? Right on the mark. The characters are quirky and likeable, particularly the Goodnight family, your typical eccentric and wise witches. The setting is a character, too -- it creates various conflicts and gives a country-style atmosphere. It’s as quirky as the family that takes care of it. This whole ambiance reminded me pleasantly of Alice Hoffman’s Practical Magic (I am ashamed to admit that I am talking about the movie. I’ve never read the book.) The ghost story that came into play was interesting. The storyline that revolved around it was very Nancy Drew: enough to keep you on your toes, but by no means a horror story. The magic involved is also minimal. These witches are more about subtle magic than heavy explosion-like and toad-turning magic, which is cool because it reminded me of the peaceful Wicca. Altogether, it made the story less intense and more of a light-hearted read, but that worked for me. Ben was a bit of a jerk, but he wasn’t bad as far as YA romantic interests go, and a lot of the scenes between him and Amy are cute. The scene when they first meet is priceless -- a perfect, cinematic meet-cute. The main issue for me was that Amy’s narration kept repeating things like “I thought I was the normal one, and now things are falling apart around me.” You don’t have to say it more than once. It was just an editing error in my opinion. Overall, a pretty good book.
Date published: 2016-01-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fun A great mix of romance, mystery, and paranormal.
Date published: 2014-07-23
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Not For Me ! It just was not for me, there were some elements missing. She did not grab my attention with her writing style and the characters did not connect to me. I did not feel like I could relate or get attached to any of the characters in the book. For the story it is a good story with a well thought out idea, I just feel it was underdeveloped for me and that it did not keep me on the edge of my seat and keep me wanting more. I disconnected with this novel during the beginning but I did not want to give up, I gave it a chance but it just was not for me. I love paranormal books but something was missing for me in this one.
Date published: 2013-08-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Fun Paranormal Read! I've always enjoyed reading Rosemary Clement-Moore's novels in the past... and there were no worries when I began reading Texas Gothic because I just knew it would deliver in the same way. In fact, the opening sequence already had a smile tugging on my face because it sure is memorable. And with such a fantastic initial impression of the events to come, I couldn't think of putting the book down for even a moment! Witches, a creepy ghost, and a hot-tempered handsome cowboy make an awesome combination in Rosemary Clement-Moore's latest novel! Amy and Ben. Oh, you two... Both of them cracked me up so much! They didn't have instant feelings for each other, but there was no denying their chemistry, even if they refused to acknowledge it. In between their sarcastic bantering and arguing, there was definitely an underlying attraction for each other that was just ready to burst onto the surface. The moments were never boring when they were in the same scene together, that's for sure! But also, the romance wasn't everything in Texas Gothic either because there was still plenty of mystery and suspense too. And somewhere in between writing a ghostly paranormal novel which swiftly carries you away to Texas with its wonderfully described setting, Rosemary Clement-Moore has also written a novel with a ton of heart. For years, Amy has tried to believe she's the only "normal" member of the Goodnight family, perfectly content to allow her older sister, Phin, be the one who uses her magical gifts. But as the novel progresses, we see Amy grow as a character as she comes to not only accept her family's lineage as witches... but also herself. She may be a bit quirky and quick to share her thoughts with a touch of sass (especially to a certain cowboy when he was infuriating her), but below the surface, she'll still a teenage girl coming into her own skin. If you're looking for a break from the many paranormal trilogies that leave you constantly waiting for their next installments, Texas Gothic may just prove to be the perfect choice to read next! It's charming with its Southern setting but also balances the mystery and intrigue aspects as well. I can't wait to see what Rosemary Clement-Moore will write next because she never fails to give us an entertaining novel! You can also read this review at: http://midnightbloomreads.blogspot.com/2011/09/texas-gothic-by-rosemary-clement-moore.html
Date published: 2011-09-30

Read from the Book

The goat was in the tree again. I hadn’t even known goats could climb trees. I had been livestock-sitting for three days before I’d figured out how the darned things kept getting out of their pen. Then one day I’d glanced out an upstairs window and seen Taco and Gordita, the ringleaders of the herd, trip-trip-tripping onto one of the low branches extending over the fence that separated their enclosure from the yard around Aunt Hyacinth’s century-old farmhouse. “Don’t even think about it,” I told Gordita now, facing her across that same fence. I’d just bathed four dogs and then shoveled out the barn. I stank like dirty wet fur and donkey crap, and I was not in the mood to be trifled with. She stared back at me with a placid, long-lashed eye and bleated, “Mba-a-a-a-a.” Which must translate as “You’re not the boss of me,” because she certainly didn’t trouble herself to get out of the tree. “Suit yourself,” I said. As long as she was still technically in--or above--her pen, I didn’t have much of an argument. When dealing with nanny goats, you pick your battles. I suppose Aunt Hyacinth could be forgiven for trusting me to figure out the finer points of goat management for myself. And “for myself” was no exaggeration. Except when my sister, Phin, and I had run into town to get groceries, we hadn’t seen a soul all week. Well, besides Uncle Burt. But you didn’t so much see Aunt Hyacinth’s late husband as sense his presence now and then. This was Aunt Hyacinth’s first vacation in ten years. The herb farm and the line of organic bath products she produced here had finally reached a point where she could take time off. And she was going to be gone for a month, halfway around the world on a cruise through the Orient, so she’d had a lot of instructions to cover. Even after she’d given Phin and me an exhaustive briefing on the care and feeding of the flora and fauna, even while my mom had waited in the luggage-stuffed van to take her to the airport in San Antonio, Aunt Hy had stood on the porch, hands on her hips, lips pursed in concentration. “I’m sure I’m forgetting something,” she’d said, scanning the yard for some reminder. Then she laughed and patted my cheek. “Oh, why am I worried? You’re a Goodnight. And if any of us can handle a crisis, Amy, it’s you.” That was too true. I was the designated grown-up in a family that operated in a different reality than the rest of the world. But if the worst I had to deal with was a herd of goat Houdinis, I’d call myself lucky. I gathered my dog-washing supplies and trudged toward the limestone ranch house that was the heart of Aunt Hyacinth’s Hill Country homestead. It was a respectable size for an herb farm, though small by ranching standards. Small enough, in fact, to be dwarfed by the surrounding land. To reach the place, you had to take a gravel road through someone else’s pasture to the Goodnight Farm gate, where a second fence of barbed wire and cedar posts surrounded Aunt Hyacinth’s acreage. We often saw our neighbors’ cows grazing through it. I guess the grass really was always greener. A packed dirt road led finally to the sturdy board fence that enclosed the house and yard with its adjoining livestock pens. Sometimes it felt like living inside a giant nesting doll. Ranching life was pretty much all about fences and gates. The dogs had kept a respectful distance from the goats’ enclosure, but they bounded to join me on my way to the house. Sadie nipped at the heels of my rubber boots while Lila wove figure eights between my legs. Bear, no fool, had already headed for the shade to escape the afternoon sun. “Get off!” I pushed the girls away from my filthy jeans. “I just washed you, you stupid mutts.” They dashed to join Bear on the side porch. I clomped up the steps, my arms full of dirty towels, and hooked the screen door with a finger. The dogs tumbled into the mudroom after me, then tried to worm into the house while I toed off my boots. “Not until you’re dry. Stay!” I managed to block them all except Pumpkin, a very appropriately named Pomeranian, who had asthma and got to come inside whenever he wanted. Which was pretty much all the time. I closed the door and sighed--a mistake, because the deep breath told me just how much I stank. Hot shower in T minus five, four, three . . . The light over the sink in the kitchen went out. Not a crisis, since it was four in the afternoon. However, the soft hum of the air conditioner cut out at the same instant, which would be a problem very shortly. A big problem, because the only reason I’d agreed to spend my summer on Goodnight Farm--the last carefree summer of my life, before I started college and things that Really Count in Life--was that I knew it had civilized conveniences like climate control, wireless Internet, and satellite TV. “Phin!” I shouted. I’d lived with my sister for seventeen years, not counting the last one, which she’d spent in the freshman dorm at the University of Texas. I knew exactly who was to blame for the power outage. No answer, but that didn’t mean anything. Once Phin was immersed in one of her experiments, Godzilla could stroll over from the Gulf of Mexico and she wouldn’t notice unless his radioactive breath threw off her data. Phin’s experiments were the reason I was currently covered in dog hair, straw dust, and donkey dung. She had eagerly agreed to house-sit because she wanted to do some kind of botanical research for her summer independent study, and, well . . . where better to do that than an herb farm? But while the Goodnight family might be eccentric by other people’s standards, no one was crazy enough to leave Phin solely in charge of Aunt Hyacinth’s livelihood. She couldn’t always be trusted to feed herself while she was working on a project, let alone the menagerie outside. I peeled off my filthy socks and headed through the kitchen and living room to the back of the house, where Phin had commandeered Aunt Hyacinth’s workroom as her own. The door was closed, and I gave a cursory knock before I went in, only to stumble on the threshold between the bright afternoon and the startling darkness of the usually sunny space. Without thinking, I flipped the light switch, but of course nothing happened. All I could see was a glow from Phin’s laptop and, strangely, from under the slate-topped table in the center of the room. “Hey!” Phin’s voice was muffled, and a moment later her head popped up from behind the Rube Goldberg–type contraption on the table. Her strawberry-blond hair was coming loose from her ponytail, possibly because she was wearing what appeared to be a miner’s headlamp. “I’m doing an experiment.” “I know.” I shaded my eyes from the light. “The fuse just blew.” “Did it?” She checked some wires, punched something up on her laptop, then flipped a few switches on the power strip in front of her. “Oh. Good thing I’m at a stopping spot.” “Well, thank heaven for that,” I said, but my tone was wasted on her. Irony was always wasted on Phin. Aunt Hyacinth’s workroom was normally a bright, airy space, part sunroom, part apothecary. Just then, however, it was dark and stuffy, with heavy curtains covering the wall of windows and the glass door that led to the attached greenhouse. On the huge worktable, Phin had set up her laptop and a bewildering rig that included a camera with some kind of complicated lens apparatus, a light box (which I suppose explained why the room was blacked out as if she were expecting the Luftwaffe), and enough electrical wiring to make me very nervous. It wasn’t that Phin wasn’t brilliant. The only thing that might have kept her from getting a Nobel Prize someday was her field of study. Switzerland didn’t really recognize paranormal research. Neither did most of the world, but that never stopped a Goodnight. Except me, I suppose. In the dim light, I could see something like electrode leads connected to the leaves of an unidentifiable potted plant. It said a lot about my sister that this was not the strangest thing I’d ever seen her do.From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

Starred Review, Kirkus Reviews, May 15, 2011:"This engaging mystery has plenty of both paranormal and romance, spiced with loving families and satisfyingly packed with self-sufficient, competent girls."Starred Review, School Library Journal, August 2011:"It’s hard to picture a successful merging of Texas ranching culture with psychic ghost-hunting and witchcraft, but that’s what Clement-Moore has achieved in this novel laced with great characters, a healthy dose of humor, and a nod to popular culture...Teens looking for a rollicking adventure filled with paranormal events, dastardly evildoers, and laugh-out-loud moments as Amy and Ben argue and snipe their way to love will adore this book."From the Hardcover edition.