{This or That} Croak by Gina Damico

Sixteen-year-old Lex Bartleby has sucker-punched her last classmate. Fed up with her punkish, wild behavior, her parents ship her off to upstate New York to live with her Uncle Mort for the summer, hoping that a few months of dirty farm work will whip her back into shape. But Uncle Mort’s true occupation is much dirtier than that of shoveling manure. 

He’s a Grim Reaper. And he’s going to teach her the family business. 

Lex quickly assimilates into the peculiar world of Croak, a town populated entirely by reapers who deliver souls from this life to the next. Along with her infuriating yet intriguing partner Driggs and a rockstar crew of fellow Grim apprentices, Lex is soon zapping her Targets like a natural born Killer. 

Yet her innate ability morphs into an unchecked desire for justice—or is it vengeance?—whenever she’s forced to Kill a murder victim, craving to stop the attackers before they can strike again. So when people start to die—that is, people who aren’t supposed to be dying, people who have committed grievous crimes against the innocent—Lex’s curiosity is piqued. Her obsession grows as the bodies pile up, and a troubling question begins to swirl through her mind: if she succeeds in tracking down the murderer, will she stop the carnage—or will she ditch Croak and join in? 

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Ninjas or Penguins
I'm not stealthy or athletically inclined in any way. I'm short and loud, and roam far and wide in
search of fish. So, penguin.


Vamps or Weres
Most vamps are pretty emo, right? I'm not great with dealing with all that baggage. I'd probably
just yell at them to get over it, and then end up breaking their fragile, dead hearts. Weres it is. I
like puppies.


Books or Video Games
I see you've deciphered the eternal debate of my marriage. Books, books, books, all the way.
UNLESS we're talking about Portal, which I will happily throw myself into for hours at a time.
I got a little plush Portal turret for Valentine's Day and now he's aimed at me as I work, always
ready to shoot if I start being unproductive.

Coke or Pepsi
I hate soda, so neither. Then again, as a child I used to drink olive juice, so perhaps I don't have
the most sophisticated palette.

Justice or Vengeance
As in, which is the better band name? Vengeance. Vengeance RAWKS.

Red or Black
Red always makes a bold statement. As in, I'm here, I'm awesome, and I slightly resemble a fire
hydrant. So red, all the way. We're talking about funeral attire, right?

Heels or Boots
Even though I am only five feet tall and could use the extra height, I have to go with boots. I'm
big on comfort, and most heels were designed, I think, to make me cry.

Cats or Dogs
Speaking from within my two-cat household, I suppose I'll have to go with our feliney friends.
Because it's not like they're watching me or anything. Or threatening with their scimitar-like
claws. *send help*

Ice cream or Cake
Oh cake. No brainer. Bonus points if it's one of those cookie cakes that aren't really cake, just
a bigass cookie. I used to get those for my birthday parties when I was a kid and would be
bouncing off the wall for days.

Action or Adventure
Adventure! Puzzles! Clues! Mystery! Swashbuckling! Intrigue! Yet MORE puzzles! A series of
clues, each more convoluted and intriguing than the last!

Thanks for having me, and happy reaping reading!

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Thanks Gina for stopping by!