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304 pages, Paperback
First published May 13, 2014
“You know what I think?” I said. “I think whoever killed Erin knew about you and me and her.” I carefully sidestepped the term love triangle, since I didn’t want to go there.Girl, you went there.

I would never see Erin again.Lily Graves is just having an average day, cleaning up the cemetary in a Morticia Addams-style gown when the school Queen Bee and her archenemy, Erin Donohue shows up. Erin goes batshit crazy, blames Lily for her breakup with school jock/boyfriend of three years, Matt and proceeds to scratch and claw the fuck out of Lily.
At least, not alive.
...yanking my black hair, slapping, biting, and finally digging her nails into the delicate flesh of my forearm.Erin finally leaves, with a :DDDDDD bye! See you Monday! ^_^_^_^_^_^ (the "bitch!" is implied), only Lily will never see Erin again, because that night, Erin commits suicide.
I reared back in pain and horror as blood gushed out in rivulets, running over my wrists onto the browning grass. Her nails had been filed into seriously badass points.
“You honestly want me to sit on your lap?”Well, one thing's for sure, she'll know when he releases HIS clutch...all over her thighs.
“And put your feet over mine. That way you’ll get the feel of how and when to release the clutch.”
“Let it go.”The thing is that evidence keeps mounting against Matt.
How could I let go of something so nightmarish as a nice guy being framed for a murder he didn’t commit?
“What if I told you, Miss Graves,” Zabriskie continued with a touch of glee, “that there wasn’t a chance that Matt Houser would have been benched this season?”And then there's the issue of Matt arguing with Erin on the night she died.
Goosebumps rose on my arms. “Why?”
“Because he finished the class with a B.”
“The guy Mrs. Krezky saw arguing with Erin that night sounds exactly like Matt. Short brown hair, Potsdam Panthers jacket, and everything.”And then it turns out that Erin was pregnant. Matt was her boyfriend. It's not rocket science to assume he's the father.
I tried not to think about Matt having sex with Erin.Matt is a suspect, Lily is being told by everyone to stay away from him. Naturally, she can't.
“It’s a statistical fact that women are more likely to be victims of domestic homicide when they’re pregnant,” Sara said.
“Matt is a boy with...”—she bit her lower lip—“bad intentions, I think. The more distance between you two, the better.”The Side Characters:
But I would never distance myself from Matt. And Mom knew it.
You could tell by the fear in her eyes.
We’d dubbed them the Tragically Normals, because they were truly living the ultimate high school experience. Good grades? Check. Lettering in sports? Check. Nice cars, cute boyfriends, adorable girlfriends, clear skin, ideal physical proportions? Check, check, check, check, and check.Clichéd, clichéd, clichéd, clichéd. We have here the Mean Girls and Boys. They're bright, shining on the outside. Outstanding students, young pillars of the community who are secretly assholes to everyone beneath them. They're petty, they're foolish, they do illegal things, they're hypocrites, they get away with it.
TO: Robert R. Amidon, Chief of PoliceTo be fair, I'm not quite sure if this qualifies as deus ex machina, but the plot is helped along by so many convenient excuses, it's hard not to label it as such.
FROM: Detective Joe Henderson
RE: REQUEST FOR THE PENNSYLVANIA STATE POLICE CRIME LAB
DEPARTMENT USE ONLY—CONFIDENTIAL
It appeared to be an internal police memo. It was so unlike Perfect Bob to release something this top secret, much less fax it to Mom.
It was odd to see Erin this plasticized and defenseless, her newly washed red hair in a halo around her vacant face, her mouth glued into a pleasant smile. On closer examination, I noticed her inner thighs were riddled with scars, as were her waist and breasts.Total conflict of interest, but whatever, right?
“Talk to me.” This was my one window of opportunity and I had to make the most of it. “What happened at Erin’s house Saturday night?”Mean girls? Check. One little interrogation and they're blurting out their heart's secrets to her. This is entirely unrealistic, given that the Mean Girls (or "Pathetically Normals") are Lily's sworn enemies.
Allie sighed feebly. “It was a big mistake that’s going to haunt us for the rest of our lives.”
“This you, Lily Graves?”Lily Graves is one of those teenagers who wear all black in school and is fascinated with death. It doesn't really make her any interesting to me, because I was one of those morbid teenagers myself. My problem's not with the fact that she tries to be different, it's the fact that she has no personality and no purpose for looking and dressing the way she does. She is superficial, despite the fact that she criticizes others for being superficial. She's a normal teen who chooses to dress differently, that's all. I didn't feel that there was anything particularly special, interesting, or especially likeable about her.
“Yup. I’m in my Halloween costume today.” Dark-wash skinny jeans, bright-blue mock turtleneck, and a kicky black-and-white herringbone jacket—all from J.Crew.
“What are you supposed to be?”
“The scariest thing I can think of,” I said. “Normal.”
“I did it because...because I wanted to get to know you, and I was too stupid to think of any other way.”HELLO, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. Matt kept on dating Erin until the very end. He didn't have the courtesy to break up with her, having acknowledged his attraction to Lily. It's not a decent thing to do.
I would never distance myself from Matt.
OVERALL...
~Thank you Balzer & Bray for sending me this copy!~

