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256 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 2014
I’m part of this house, and the residents can hear me in their sleep. I rattle the dishes and creak along the floors in the dark.Gill Creek is haunted by the most quiet, lonely ghost in the history of the world.
The house breathes while the town is dark, but there is no one here to answer me. I’m the definition of alone.
Her mom always said she was the world’s only teenager who never complained about anything.The day they moved in, the newspaper headlines announced a girl's death. The first of many.
The girl had been found drowned in the lake, floating facedown with no signs of struggle, and the police were trying to figure out whether it was a suicide, an accident, or something more sinister.Maggie meets new friends, the stunningly beautiful, genuinely nice Pauline, and her childhood friend, sweet, gentle Liam. Both Pauline and Liam are outcasts in their own way, but they invite Maggie into their duo. Maggie feels a stirring for Liam, but she knows it is a hopeless crush. Liam has been in love with Pauline since they were practically toddlers.
“What are your issues?”The "ghost" watches the teens, and the town; always an observer, never a participant.
“Loving an unattainable girl my entire life,” Liam said easily, without hesitation. “Who does that?” He didn’t sound embarrassed.
Over the amusement park, I watch the watcher.More girls are being killed, but it doesn't affect Liam, Pauline, or Maggie. Their parents just want them to be more careful. As the year comes to a close, the tension between the three escalate. Pauline knows Liam loves her, but she is not the type to fall in love. Maggie is falling hard for Liam, but his heart is steadfast. Will Liam be able to move on and look beyond the girl he cannot have?
The cellar pulls me toward home.
I check on the teenagers on Water Street, asleep in their beds.
"I can’t help feeling how I feel. I’m kind of a one-girl guy. I can’t help it; it’s like a curse, really. My dad was the same way, even though my mom didn’t stick around.”Will Maggie, always the good girl, finally stand up for what she wants, to take a chance at life and love? Or will Pauline finally realize that she wants what's been there all along?
She had her hands rested on the dash, knuckle side down, palms open, as if asking for something or begging or as if something had been taken out of her hands.Girls are still dying in Gill Creek. A shadow is always watching.
She had to do better, she knew. She had to take care of her parents just like they’d always taken care of her.Maggie is someone who always think things through, be it romance or everything else in life. She is not nicknamed "Saint Margaret" by her old school friends without a reason.
Maggie was no saint—it was just that her friends pretended sex wasn’t complicated. Maggie wasn’t ever going to walk into anything with her eyes closed, even if all her friends were jumping in with both feet. Still, she wanted things other people wanted. She just carefully wanted them.Maggie is a quiet fire, a fire that starts to burn when the catalyst---Liam comes into the picture.
“Do you do whatever Pauline asks you?” Maggie asked, teasing, a little touched by his devotion. It seemed old-fashioned—not like the way modern boys were.He is a sweetheart. Completely devoted to Pauline since they were five years old. He remembers the first time he and Pauline met---he was eating baby carrots. Pauline is his life, his love, his best friend. His love for her is not a secret. And even though he is fully devoted to him, the carefree, beautiful, capricious Pauline refuses to acknowledge it.
Liam frowned thoughtfully. “I can’t help it. My dad taught me that’s what guys are supposed to do. If a girl wants something, you’re supposed to do whatever you can to give it to her."
Pauline, who wore everything on her sleeve, couldn’t recognize that some people had feelings that were deep and as still as glass.In so many books, stunningly beautiful girls are portrayed as shallowly vicious bitches. I am so happy that this is not the case with Pauline. Pauline is rich, beautiful, loved by everyone. She is not a bitch in the least. She is sweet, nice, a wonderful friend. Pauline is spoiled, undoubtedly, because she is beautiful, but she is never intentionally cruel.
Maggie was used to girls like Pauline—strikingly beautiful girls—being a little aloof. Pauline was the opposite; she came across as sweet, eager, and a little lonely.Despite her model-like appearance, Pauline has a loud, screechy laugh. Her moments of selfishness is more of childlike naiveté than anything intentionally malicious. Her relationship with Liam is incredibly complicated, and one of the things I loved most about this book.
“I’m not into anyone that way. I don’t know. I just, I don’t see why everyone has to pair off and fall in love and everything anyway. Why can’t we just stay the way we are?”This is a story about learning how to love, and about growing up.
In the dim light from the hall, Liam walked over to the bed and laid Pauline down in it, first pulling back the covers and then bending to drape her on the bed. He pulled the blankets all the way back up to her chin, and Pauline’s eyes fluttered for a moment and then closed again. Liam touched his hand to her hair and kissed her on the forehead, and Maggie felt her heart beat faster, as if she were seeing something she shouldn’t.The relationship, the history, the emotion behind Liam and Pauline's relationship is just remarkable. It is so complex. Her unintentionally callous dismissal and acceptance of his love, and his almost blind devotion. It is an unrequited love based on a lifetime of friendship, and seeing it from interloper Maggie's point of view makes it even more remarkable.
She wondered, with building rage, if Pauline would get everything she wanted her whole life—Liam, the dress, jobs, whatever—because she was beautiful and rich. She wondered, maliciously, if Liam would even love Pauline if it weren’t for her looks. If Pauline were ugly, would Liam have left Maggie? She clung tightly and bitterly to the thought.I truly feel like the love triangle is one of the best things about this book.
“How do you know when you give too much or too little to someone else?” she asked tentatively. “Like, how do you figure out how to love people, but then, not get… you know… walked on? How do people figure that out?”
Her mom thought for a while. “I think there probably aren’t many people who have it figured out perfectly. I guess it’s just little increments, always correcting this way or the other, like a seesaw. I don’t know if there’s any perfect balance between standing up for yourself and being generous.”
“The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I’ve seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.”
“Maggie thought and then steeled her courage. “Pauline, why haven't you ever… you know? Liked Liam, like that?”
Pauline looked over at her thoughtfully. She lolled her head to the side, then fiddled with the visor. “I’m not into anyone that way. I don’t know. I just, I don’t see why everyone has to pair off and fall in love and everything anyway. Why can’t we just stay the way we are?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I think I’m different from everyone else. Most people want to move forward, but not me. I just want to come home. I just wish I was little again.”
“The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I’ve seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.”
“I want to help. I want to shine a giant spotlight on the boy lying in the snow and on the one running for his car.
But I’m only a ghost, a memory of a memory.
These moments are all in the past. What can anyone do about them now?”