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Shelleyrae at Book'd Out

Kylie Kaden's compelling debut novel, Losing Kate, is an absorbing contemporary story of secrets, betrayal, love and redemption.

On the night that seventeen year old Kate disappeared while celebrating 'schoolies', Francesca lost both the best friend she adored and the boy, Jack, who held her heart.
Thirteen years later, Frankie is stunned to discover Jack has bought the vacant block of land bordering her cottage. Their unexpected reunion revives memories and emotions neither are prepared for, and
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Brenda
As Frankie gazed at the huddle of people in her back yard, she felt a little bemused – her little old miner’s cottage which she had bought earlier with the view to renovate had a vacant block at the back, just beyond the rickety fence – this was why the group of people, including the forceful auctioneer were on her property. Her neighbour and best friend, Meg, was treating it as a fun day for her boys – including the popcorn. But quite suddenly Frankie froze in shock; a man from her long ago pas ...more
Helene Young
Apr 05, 2014 rated it it was amazing
A rich evocative read that kept me riveted right to the end. Losing Kate is a stunning debut and I look forward to reading many more stories from this wonderful new writer.
Bree T
Mar 29, 2014 rated it really liked it
Thirteen years ago, Frankie, Jack and Kate were almost inseparable. Frankie and Jack had been friends since they were both tiny – Frankie’s mother used to babysit Jack after his mother went back to work. They went through school together like best friends although somewhere along the way, things became a little different.

And then came Kate.

Kate was new to the school when they were about 16 and it was Frankie she made a beeline for and the two of them became best friends. Shortly after, Jack the
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Lauredhel
‘Hope I’m not distracting you from bidding,’ I laugh.
He scratches his head. ‘Er, not me, no.’
I relax a notch. ‘Phew, now that would be freaky,’ I scoff, and a snort-laugh escapes. I lean in close. ‘Besides, the block is a swamp every time it rains …’
‘Is that right?’ A dimple appears on his cheek. Then he’s side-tracked again, looking around the crowd, at the little boy now on hands and knees with his ball at the fence, and it gives me a chance to suss him out. His clothes are different – brand n
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Dec 06, 2013 marked it as to-read
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