{"product_id":"everything-we-never-said-isbn-9780593855720","title":"Everything We Never Said","description":"\u003cb\u003eDark romance, high stakes, and plot twists abound in this paperback original YA thriller that's perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eWhat you don't know \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003ecan \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003ehurt you....\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s been months since the accident that killed Ella’s best friend, Hayley, and Ella can’t stop blaming herself. Now Ella is back at school, and everywhere she looks are reminders of her best friend—including Sawyer, Hayley’s boyfriend. Little by little, they grow closer, until Ella realizes something horrifying . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe’s in love with her dead best friend’s boyfriend. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRacked with guilt, Ella turns to Hayley’s journal, hoping she’ll find something in the pages that will make her feel better about what’s happening. Instead, she discovers that Sawyer has secrets of his own and that his relationship with Hayley wasn’t as picture-perfect as it seemed. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eElla knows she should stay away but finds herself inextricably drawn to him—and scared of everything she never knew about him. Perhaps it’s his grief. Or maybe his desires, cut short by tragedy. Or could it be something twisted only Hayley knew about? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA dark, romantic thriller perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover and Laura Nowlin, \u003ci\u003eEverything We Never Said\u003c\/i\u003e explores the secrets in even the best of friendships and asks how well you ever know the ones you love.\"The author delivers a psychological thriller that leaves her audience guessing until the last page.\" —\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\"In a debut blending a thrilling mystery with a hint of dark romance, Harlow thoughtfully depicts complex emotions such as grief, depression, love, guilt, and more without losing sight of the twisty plot.\"\u003cb\u003e \u003ci\u003e—Booklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"A dark and romantic thriller for those who love sexy suspense.\"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Kirkus\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eSloan Harlow was interested in writing from a very young age. \u003ci\u003eEverything We Never Said\u003c\/i\u003e is her debut novel. She lives in Georgia with her black cat, Pabu, where she’s trying to eat as much ube ice cream as possible.Walking back into the halls of North Davis High, I feel like I’m not returning as Ella, but as Shadow Ella, the living ghost girl. The thought feels like a paper cut on my heart. I wish I \u003ci\u003ewere\u003c\/i\u003e a ghost. Maybe then I could stretch across the realms and actually still talk to Hayley. Tell her the important things.\u003cbr\u003eLike the fact that Albert Wonsky now has her locker. She’d groan and say something like \u003ci\u003ePlease, please rescue my pictures of Pedro Pascal before my husband is drowned in anime porn\u003c\/i\u003e, and I would laugh and tell her, \u003ci\u003eSorry, too late\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003eI’d tell her the dent is still there. The one from when I kicked a locker after getting a B in Latin. And so is the dent she kicked right next to it. “For plausible deniability,” she had said. “Not what that means,” I’d said back.\u003cbr\u003eI’d tell her there’s still pink birthday candle wax smeared in the alcove by the music room. The one where Sawyer Hawkins and I had crouched, grinning madly as we jumped out with balloons and a lit cupcake to scream, “Happy birthday!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSawyer.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis name feels like a fist twisting my stomach. I can’t think about him today. It’s already too much. If I do, my rib cage will crack all over again.\u003cbr\u003eWhich is why this is the exact moment Sawyer walks into view. There he is, at the end of the hall, towering above Mike Lim as they discuss something that has Sawyer’s handsome face breaking out into a crooked grin.\u003cbr\u003eIt hits me so hard, I have to stop walking. I lean against a wall and clutch my books so tightly that the words calculus i will probably be embossed into my sternum for days.\u003cbr\u003eAs if he can sense my presence, Sawyer suddenly glances in my direction. I stop breathing. For the first time since the funeral, I’m seeing Sawyer’s soft brown eyes.\u003cbr\u003eExcept there’s nothing soft about the look he’s giving me.\u003cbr\u003eSawyer, the only boy I’ve ever known to celebrate month anniversaries with tiny, perfect gifts, who happily supplied us with popcorn and Sprite throughout an entire \u003ci\u003eTwilight\u003c\/i\u003e marathon when Hayley felt sick, who loved my best friend as much as I ­did . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThat\u003c\/i\u003e Sawyer is currently shooting me a look of such fury that I instantly feel like puking.\u003cbr\u003eI knew it. \u003ci\u003eHe blames me.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI should hold his gaze. I should let his judgment sear me. It’s what I deserve, for what I stole from him. From her.\u003cbr\u003eBut instead, I whirl around, swallowing a sob, ready to sprint down the hall, out of school, maybe forever. But I end up slamming directly into Mr. Wilkens.\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eOof!\u003c\/i\u003e Easy, there, tiger!” The school psychologist stumbles back, his hands shooting out to grasp my shoulders and keep me from falling.\u003cbr\u003e“God, I’m \u003ci\u003eso\u003c\/i\u003e sorry,” I choke out, mortified.\u003cbr\u003e“No, no, Ella, you’re fine. I’m fine.” He ducks his chin, trying to catch my eye. “Hey. \u003ci\u003eHey.\u003c\/i\u003e I’m glad we bumped into each other. How are you?”\u003cbr\u003eI shrug, not trusting my voice.\u003cbr\u003e“That well, huh?” Mr. Wilkens is usually clean shaven, but he has some scruff along his jaw. His typically bright blue eyes look smudged today, the color of bruises. Maybe he’s one of those counselors who actually cares about his students. Maybe he’s sad this morning too.\u003cbr\u003eIt’s a nice thought.\u003cbr\u003e“Ella,” he says, “I know today is hard. And I hope you know I’m here for you.” He looks like he wants to say more, but the bell rings, interrupting his thought. “Ah, saved by the bell.” He laughs. “Don’t be late to class. We’ll talk soon, okay?”\u003cbr\u003eHe watches me walk away, concern furrowing his brow. It’s so kind, how he’s worried. How he wants to help. \u003ci\u003eDon’t bother, Mr. Wilkens,\u003c\/i\u003e I should tell him. \u003ci\u003eSave your effort and time for students who aren’t lost causes. Students who deserve it.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStudents who didn’t kill their best friends.","brand":"G.P. 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