BOOK DESCRIPTION:
It
only took one moment of weakness for Laney Keating’s world to fall
apart. One stupid gesture for a hopeless crush. Then the rumors began.
Slut, they called her. Queer. Psycho. Mentally ill, messed up, so messed
up even her own mother
decided she wasn't worth sticking around for.
If Laney could erase that whole year, she would. College is her chance to start with a clean slate.
She's not looking for new friends, but they find her: charming, handsome Armin, the only guy patient enough to work through her thorny defenses—and fiery, filterless Blythe, the bad girl and partner in crime who has thorns of her own.
But Laney knows nothing good ever lasts. When a ghost from her past resurfaces—the bully who broke her down completely—she decides it's time to live up to her own legend. And Armin and Blythe are going to help.
Which was the plan all along.
Because the rumors are true. Every single one. And Laney is going to show them just how true.
She's going to show them all.
If Laney could erase that whole year, she would. College is her chance to start with a clean slate.
She's not looking for new friends, but they find her: charming, handsome Armin, the only guy patient enough to work through her thorny defenses—and fiery, filterless Blythe, the bad girl and partner in crime who has thorns of her own.
But Laney knows nothing good ever lasts. When a ghost from her past resurfaces—the bully who broke her down completely—she decides it's time to live up to her own legend. And Armin and Blythe are going to help.
Which was the plan all along.
Because the rumors are true. Every single one. And Laney is going to show them just how true.
She's going to show them all.
FIRST CHAPTER EXCERPT:
April is the cruelest month,
T.S. Eliot said, and that’s because it kills. It’s the month with the
highest suicide rate. You’d think December, or even
January—the holidays and all that forced cheer and agonized smiling
pushing fragile people to the edge—but actually it’s spring, when the
world wakes from frostbound sleep and something cruel and final stirs
inside those of us who are broken. Like Eliot said:
mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
In the deepest throes of depression, when sunlight is anguish and the
sky throbs like one big raw migraine and you just want to sleep until
you or everything else dies, you’re less likely
to commit suicide than someone coming out of a depressive
episode. Drug companies know this. That’s why antidepressants have to be
marked with the warning MAY CAUSE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.
Because what brings you back to life also gives you the means to destroy yourself.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Leah Raeder is a writer and
unabashed nerd. Aside from reading her brains out, she enjoys graphic
design, video games, fine whiskey, and the art of self-deprecation. She
lives with her very own manic pixie dream boy
in Chicago. Visit her at LeahRaeder.com.
BOOK DETAILS:
Atria Books | 384 pages | ISBN: 9781476786421 | On sale: April 28, 2015 | List price: $15.00 | eBook ISBN:
9781476786438 | eBook list price: $5.99
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