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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 10, 2014
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not proud of it. Even though you didn’t have that damn necklace on, as far as I knew, you were still with Del. And I’m not big on making out with another guy’s girlfriend."The apocalypse has arrived, and the signs started with Khanh liking a bad-boy love interest within an Armentrout novel.
“She thinks I did it?� My voice was small, hoarse. “She thinks I did something to Cassie?�A girl wanders the streets, battered and bruised. She doesn't know where she is, she doesn't know who she is.
We drove past them...in our Bentley.She lives in a house that makes a mansion look like an apartment. Samantha is good-looking. She's got a loving steady boyfriend. She's headed to Yale next year. So what could be wrong?
Quickly, I learned that they were rich. Sickeningly rich. It was funny how I didn’t remember squat, but I knew what money looked like.
“Cassie Winchester is your best friend. She disappeared with you.�Oh, there's that little matter. Not only has Samantha's memories disappeared, but so has her best friend, Cassie. And the trouble doesn't end there...you see, Samantha---the old Samantha...was a huge bitch.
“You were a terror to everyone who knew you."It turns out that there is a Mean Girl clique at her school, and Samantha was the queen bee. She ran a campaign of terror, lording it all over her classmates. Everyone in school hated her, with good reason.
“Just a couple weeks ago, you called her”—she lowered her voice—“a fat bitch whose thighs were capable of setting the world on fire."To make it worse, someone's leaving her strange notes.
Drawing in a shallow breath, I unfolded the slip of paper.And she's having hallucinations of Cassie...if that's what it is.
There was blood on the rocks. Her blood. Your blood.
“There’s a huge list of people who were angry with her, but to kill her? I don’t think so.�And one of them may be Cassie herself.
He cursed under his breath as he faced me. “There are at least a hundred kids at school who probably fantasized about pushing her in front of a bus a time or two.�
"Right now, if it turns out that she was murdered, you’re their number one suspect.�Samantha:
“You’re not an idiot, Sam.�I actually liked Sam a lot. I found her switch from bitchy before-Sam to completely passive after-Sam to be a bit of a stretch, but she is the first Armentrout main character who didn't make me want to strangle her. Sam is really nice, but also incredibly meek at times. Due to her amnesia, she is incredibly innocent, and she asks a lot of questions, which is reasonable, but also frustrating at times.
Pressing my lips together, I shook my head. Maybe I wasn’t stupid, but I’d been incredibly naive.
“Jeez, this is like talking to a toddler.�She is pretty smart, she has some common sense. When Sam receives mysterious notes, she knows she needs to keep them as evidence, despite her brother's protestations to the contrary.
“The big deal is that you were most likely the last person who saw Cassie—you were probably with her when...when whatever happened to her occurred.�She trusts people too easily. Sam doesn't have her memories, she doesn't know who she can and can't trust, and yet she seems to intuitively feel who she can trust---and she turns out to be right, without much credibility on the reader's part.
“I know! And that’s why I need to talk to the police.�
“No. That’s why you can’t talk to the police!�
“Look, Pham or Long Duck, whatever your name is, turn around."The Mean Girls clique is one element of Armentrout's book I could do without.
“Is that my boyfriend?� I whispered, hopeful and scared all at once.And he also rides a motorcycle. Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare me, please.
He was happy to see me, but � but then his eyes hardened into chips of ice.
“Boyfriend? Yeah,� he said slowly, voice deep and smooth. “Not even if you paid my tuition to Penn State next year.�
“I don’t like Del,� he admitted, staring straight into my eyes. “He’s a dick, and you’ve always deserved better than him, but I’m not that kind of guy. At least, I’m trying to not be with you.�Sam has a boyfriend, Del. She's not attracted to Del, she's attracted to Carson. Technically, she's cheating on Del mentally. But the thing is, Sam realizes that cheating is not right.
I needed to figure out how I felt about Del if there was any hope for us because stringing him along wasn’t fair. If I was no longer the girl who’d fallen in love with him, it wasn’t right to keep up this...this charade.I liked Carson. I liked Sam. Their romance didn't hurt, and neither did this book.