YA mystery
"But that is why you wanted to talk to me, right? Because I'm the person most likely to know something? Because I'm the person most likely to have something to do with it?"
Claude is the "bad girl", the trouble maker, the one with an arrest record, the one not afraid to speak her mind. Of course when a classmate disappears she's the first one the police question.
"And good girl Avery acquiesces, because that's what her kind of girl does. And she knows her friends trust her--but what sort of trust will it be when the rumors swing her way?"
Avery is the head cheerleader, the one who stifles her feelings to maintain peace. She'd gone out of her way to help Emma, who was always a beat off, learn the cheer routines better while privately feeling that Emma wasn't really committed and was only using cheering to beef up her college applications.
"Gwen's breathing like she's ready to charge. 'You can't be serious.'
'We'll ground you if we have to,' Mrs. Sayer says.
'For going to school? Jeez, Mom, I'm not Lizzy.'"
Gwen is the girl from a neighborhood one step down from the trailer park. Her life consists of maintaining a high GPA and an impressive array of extracurricular activities. She's in the running for a prestigious scholarship that would be her ticket to a better life. Her only real competition is Emma whose controlling police chief father has decided that there's no need for Emma to go to college when she can work in their small town for the rest of her life.
Oh, yeah, Gwen and Emma have one another connection. Gwen's older sister, Lizzy, is dead. People chalk that up to drugs and booze. But Emma has suddenly started claiming that Lizzy was murdered.
The plot of Claire Eliza Barrlett's Good Girls centers around a night at Anna's Run, a dangerous river turn supposedly haunted by the spirits of girls falsely accused of witchcraft. So what happened? Did high school rivalries of animosities go horribly wrong? Could something even more sinister be going on? Do other horrors lie in wait?
On a purrrsonal note, the weekend was much less of a wash out than the meteorologist predicted it would be. Saturday after a delicious breakfast at Governors Eugene and I went to camp. On the way we stopped at yard sales and a flea market. I was able to spend the afternoon and part of the evening reading on the porch. It didn't really start raining until we were watching a night movie. Or actually Eugene was watching and I was half asleep from all that fresh air and my adult beverage. The rain 🌧 had cleared up by the time we woke up. Most of today has been blue skies 💙 and 🌞 shine. I hope you had a great weekend. (Jules)
They are home again so I am happy. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway
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