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387 pages, Hardcover
First published January 3, 2017
“Lizzie and her boyfriend were camping, and this morning, he woke up, and she was gone.”Hawthorne is the "weird kid" in high school. She's constantly saying or doing the wrong thing - often with hilarious results.
Silence descended on the kitchen. I decided to say what all of us were certainly thinking. “Probably the most incredible part of the story is that Lizzie Lovett went camping.”
...Lizzie Lovett disappeared, and everyone was all, “How can someone like Lizzie be missing?” and I was like, “Who cares?”She's hated and admired Lizzie from afar ever since freshman year. Now that Hawthorne's a senior (and Lizzie long since graduated), Hawthorne thought she was free. That is, until the girl went missing.
A few days later...it was still kinda boring, but not totally boring, because I’d never known a dead person before.
The woods had swallowed Lizzie's secrets. She had lived, and she had died, and now, there was no trace of her.The prevailing theory is that Lizzie died (somehow) in the woods, but without a body or even a trace, no one can know for sure what happened.
Don't confuse being popular with being interestingSoon, Hawthorne finds herself neck-deep in the mystery with little hope of breaking free.
But I always wondered, if she could turn her feelings off like a switch, how much was she hiding from us?This one was a pendulum swing for me. I loved it, I hated it, I loved it again.... back and forth constantly.
I hoped we’d find something telling. Maybe an essay titled “Where I’d Go if I Ever Turned into a Werewolf.”As an errant thought - this is hilarious. As the focus for the latter half of the book - not so much.
I lived in a world with practical people...Where were the other people like me? Locked up probably. Getting called crazy...I think if Hawthorne was younger (i.e. freshman or eighth grade) then some of her more off-the-wall behavior wouldn't have seemed so out of place.
Maybe that's where I went wrong before. Some riddles weren't meant to be solved.
“The voice belonged to Mychelle Adler, who I hated not just because of her nails-on-a-chalkboard voice, but also because she spelled her name with a y, though I guess that wasn’t really her fault.”
“Mychelle leaned forward as soon as I sat down. I could smell her strawberry lip gloss and expensive coconut shampoo she always bragged about. Though I had to admit, she did have absurdly glossy hair, so maybe the stupid shampoo worked.”
“That’s when I started to think bad thoughts. Like how I wished someone would replace Mychelle’s fancy shampoo with a drugstore brand. I wished she would suddenly forget the name of her five favorite songs. I wished every time she microwaved a frozen burrito, the center would stay cold.”
“Yeah, you’re such an outcast. No one understands you. All anyone does is sit around and think about what a loser you are. Grow up, Hawthorn. No one cares.”