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It’s been five years since Summer Marks was brutally murdered in the woods.
Everyone thinks Mia and Brynn killed their best friend. That driven by their obsession with a novel called The Way into Lovelorn the three girls had imagined themselves into the magical world where their fantasies became twisted, even deadly.
The only thing they didn’t do it.
On the anniversary of Summer’s death, a seemingly insignificant discovery resurrects the mystery and pulls Mia and Brynn back together once again. But as the lines begin to blur between past and present and fiction and reality, the girls must confront what really happened in the woods all those years ago—no matter how monstrous.
With all the intensity and whiplash turns of Gone Girl and One of Us Is Lying, this engrossing psychological thriller by New York Times bestselling author Lauren Oliver is an unforgettable, mesmerizing tale of exquisite obsession, spoiled innocence, and impossible friendships.
408 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 2, 2013
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“Five years ago, when I had just turned thirteen, I killed my best friend. I chased her down and cracked her over the head with a rock. Then I dragged her body out of the woods and into a field and arranged it in the center of a circle of stones I’d placed there with my other friend, Mia. Then we knifed her twice in the throat, and five times in the chest.”
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The problem with fairy tales isn’t that they don’t exist. It’s that they do exist, but only for some people.

That's the problem with lies. They aren't solid. They melt, and seep, and leak into the truth. And sooner or later, everything's a muddle.
#47. Truths you can never say, because they will strangle you on the way up.
Stories can be rewritten over and over, demons recast as heroes, and tragedies as grace.
That's the promise of a place like Twin Lakes. No one's ever really a stranger. Which means: there's no place to hide.
"Before we were the Monsters of Brickhouse Lane… we were just girls."
"In books, secret worlds are accessible by doors or keys or other physical objects. But Lovelorn was not such a world, and appeared at whim and only when it felt like it, with a subtle change like the slow shifting of afternoon to evening."

“Before we were the Monsters of Brickhouse Lane—before everyone from Connecticut to California knew us by that tagline, and blogs ran pictures of our faces, and searching our names led to sites that crashed from all the traffic—we were just girls, and there were only two of us.”
“Words mean different things to different people, at different times, in different places.”
“She didn’t realize how much depends on what you’re remembered for. Sometimes, it’s so much better to be forgotten.”
“The problem with fairy tales isn't that they don't exist. It's that they do exist, but only for some people.”
“And here’s the thing: I don’t know what it means, or where it will lead, or whether it will lead anywhere. But I kiss him anyway. Because if not, then”