Wendy isn t as blind as a bat--there are bats that can see better than she can. Which is why when her new glasses break she s all too happy to wear the dorky pair of sunglasses she finds on the lawn. They seem to match her prescription and that s all that matters if she s going to be able to make it through her school day. But the glasses correct her vision too much. She begins to see things that no one else can see: cheerful corpses frightening crones disguised as teenyboppers and portals to other worlds--places where people are all too aware of the magical properties of her new shades . . . and will do anything to get them.