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"A brilliant, twisty thriller--I loved it!" KAREN M. MCMANUS, bestselling author of One of Us is Lying
From the author of We Were Liars, which John Green called "utterly unforgettable," comes a mind-bending, New York Times bestselling thriller told in reverse.
"Compulsively readable." Entertainment Weekly
"An addictive and shocking feminist thriller." Lena Dunham
Imogen lives at the Playa Grande Resort in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. She spends her days working out in the hotel gym and telling other guests how she was forced out of Stanford.
But Imogen isn't really Imogen. She's Jule. And she's on the run from something. Or someone. Which means . . . where is the real Imogen?
Rewind: Jule and Imogen are the closest of friends. Obsessed with each other, even. Imogen is an orphan, an heiress; she and Jule spend a summer together in a house on Martha's Vineyard, sharing secrets they'd never reveal to another soul.
But that was months ago. Where is Immie now? And why is Jule using her name?
"You will devour it." Gayle Forman, bestselling author of If I Stay
Fans of E. Lockhart s We Were Liars will love this . . . and definitely won t see the ending coming. HelloGiggles.com
Tangled secrets, diabolical lies and, ultimately, a mind-blowing outcome are crafted with the plotted precision we expect (and love!) from E. Lockhart. Justine Magazine
Moves at a breakneck speed. Marie Claire
As with E. Lockhart's previous novel, the best-selling "We Were Liars," [readers] will likely finish the last page and flip right back to the beginning to search for clues they missed. Chicago Tribune
More Praise for E. Lockhart s Genuine Fraud:
5 STARRED REVIEWS!
"A brilliant, twisty thriller--I loved it!" --Karen M. McManus, bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying
"Fans of E. Lockhart's We Were Liars will love this . . . and definitely won't see the ending coming." --HelloGiggles.com
"Tangled secrets, diabolical lies and, ultimately, a mind-blowing outcome are crafted with the plotted precision we expect (and love!) from E. Lockhart." --Justine Magazine
"The coming-of-age plot and complicated friendship between its two main characters make Genuine Fraud seem like it could be Girls for a younger set." --Vanity Fair
"A sophisticated, emotionally literate whodunit." --The Guardian
"As with E. Lockhart's previous novel, the bestselling We Were Liars, [readers] will likely finish the last page and flip right back to the beginning to search for clues they missed." --Chicago Tribune
"If there are two things you can count on E. Lockhart for it's badass ladies and killer atmosphere--Genuine Fraud has both in droves." --Bustle
A bracing pace, a slew of far-flung locations, and a storyline that runs mostly in reverse will keep readers on their toes, never entirely sure of what these girls are responsible for or capable of. PW, Starred Review
Captivating . . . bewitching. Booklist, Starred Review
An excellent choice recommended for teens and adults who love twisty mysteries, stories about class conflict, and tough-as-nails teen girls. SLJ, Starred Review
This thriller from the author of We Were Liars will challenge preconceptions about identity and keep readers guessing. Kirkus Reviews, Starred Review
"Intoxicating." The Horn Book, Starred Review
Third week in June, 2017
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
It was a bloody great hotel.
The minibar in Jule s room stocked potato chips and four different chocolate bars. The bathtub had bubble jets. There was an endless supply of fat towels and liquid gardenia soap. In the lobby, an elderly gentleman played Gershwin on a grand piano at four each afternoon. You could get hot clay skin treatments, if you didn t mind strangers touching you. Jule s skin smelled like chlorine all day.
The Playa Grande Resort in Baja had white curtains, white tile, white carpets, and explosions of lush white flowers. The staff members were nurselike in their white cotton garments. Jule had been alone at the hotel for nearly four weeks now. She was eighteen years old.
This morning, she was running in the Playa Grande gym. She wore custom sea-green shoes with navy laces. She ran without music. She had been doing intervals for nearly an hour when a woman stepped onto the treadmill next to her.
This woman was younger than thirty. Her black hair was in a tight ponytail, slicked with hair spray. She had big arms and a solid torso, light brown skin, and a dusting of powdery blush on her cheeks. Her shoes were down at the heels and spattered with old mud.
No one else was in the gym.
Jule slowed to a walk, figuring to leave in a minute. She liked privacy, and she was pretty much done, anyway.
You training? the woman asked. She gestured at Jule s digital readout. Like, for a marathon or something? The accent was Mexican American. She was probably a New Yorker raised in a Spanish-speaking neighborhood.
I ran track in secondary school. That s all. Jule s own speech was clipped, what the British call BBC English.
The woman gave her a penetrating look. I like your accent, she said. Where you from?
London. St. John s Wood.
New York. The woman pointed to herself.
Jule stepped off the treadmill to stretch her quads.
I m here alone, the woman confided after a moment. Got in last night. I booked this hotel at the last minute. You been here long?
It s never long enough, said Jule, at a place like this.
So what do you recommend? At the Playa Grande?
Jule didn t often talk to other hotel guests, but she saw no harm in answering. Go on the snorkel tour, she said. I saw a bloody huge moray eel.
No kidding. An eel?
The guide tempted it with fish guts he had in a plastic milk jug. The eel swam out from the rocks. It must have been eight feet long. Bright green.
The woman shivered. I don t like eels.
You could skip it. If you scare easy.
The woman laughed. How s the food? I didn t eat yet.
Get the chocolate cake.
Oh, yeah. They ll bring it to you special, if you ask.
Good to know. You traveling alone?
Listen, I m gonna jet, said Jule, feeling the conversation had turned personal. Cheerio. She headed for the door.
My dad s crazy sick, the woman said, talking to Jule s back. I ve been looking after him for a long time.
A stab of sympathy. Jule stopped and turned.
Auteur E. Lockhart
Product type Paperback
Maat 215 x 140 x 20 mm
Gewicht van product 289 g