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La vie de Steven prend un tournant irrémédiable le jour où il découvre dans sa chambre son ami d’enfance et son béguin de toujours, Ryan Walters. Le seul problème ? Ryan Walters s’est suicidé quelques jours plus tôt.
Ryan raconte alors à Steven qu’il ne s’est pas donné la mort. Il est sûr qu’il s’est fait assassiner et que sa mort a un lien avec un article sur lequel il travaillait pour le journal de l’école. Steven entreprend de résoudre ce mystère, mais en fouillant dans sa vie, il découvre aussi les secrets de Ryan. Entre son penchant pour les hommes et sa dépression, Steven se rend compte que le suicide est bien plus plausible que la théorie du complot de Ryan, et il lutte pour convaincre ce dernier que c’est bien la cause de sa mort. Néanmoins, les révélations sur la vie refoulée menée par son ami ne changent rien, il doit accepter la vérité : Ryan ne l’aimait pas, et ne l’aimera jamais.
273 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 8, 2017



Grieve, mystery, family, friendship, love, sci-fi… When Ryan Came back has it all. As I’ve already acknowledged, Mr. McCormack’s incursion into the Young Adult genre is way over successful.
In this YA M/M romance, Steven Chase is a regular teenager in every possible way; he is terrified of coming out, of applying to college, of finding a job, essentially, he is terrified of growing up. He is just like everyone else, until he is not. Suddenly he finds himself being able to talk to Ryan Walters, his lifelong friend and secret crush who committed suicide a few days earlier; except Ryan assures him he didn’t kill himself and asks Steven to investigate and find out the truth. Steven sets out to find out what really happened, but as the mystery unfolds, he realizes suicide is more likely than Ryan’s theory. Despite the revelations of Ryan’s closeted life, Steven must face the fact that Ryan doesn’t love him.
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Now, people just called me Charlie Brown on account of my fat snout and round featureless face. Didn’t do wonders for my self-esteem, but I’d never considered offing myself because of it. If I hadn’t thought about it, I couldn’t imagine why someone who had as much adoration and praise as Ryan would have.
And their guesses about what was wrong with me. They acted like I had some sort of mental defect…
I wanted his pink lips pressed against mine, his stubby fingers gliding under my shirt, stroking up and down my back, appreciating me like he appreciated a freshly baked brownie.