YABC Scavenger Hunt: Little Monsters (Kara Thomas), Excerpt & Extra Giveaway!
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Meet Kara Thomas!
Kara is the author of the critically acclaimed THE DARKEST CORNERS. Her new book, LITTLE MONSTERS, is coming July 25th from Random House/Delacorte. She’s written for everything from her high school newspaper to Warner Brothers Television. You can find her on Long Island, bingeing on true crime podcasts and TV shows.
Meet Little Monsters!
For fans of Pretty Little Liars, Little Monsters is a new psychological thriller, from the author of The Darkest Corners, about appearances versus reality and the power of manipulation amongst teenage girls.
Kacey is the new girl in Broken Falls. When she moved in with her father, she stepped into a brand-new life. A life with a stepbrother, a stepmother, and strangest of all, an adoring younger half sister.
Kacey’s new life is eerily charming compared with the wild highs and lows of the old one she lived with her volatile mother. And everyone is so nice in Broken Falls—she’s even been welcomed into a tight new circle of friends. Bailey and Jade invite her to do everything with them.
Which is why it’s so odd when they start acting distant. And when they don’t invite her to the biggest party of the year, it doesn't exactly feel like an accident.
But Kacey will never be able to ask, because Bailey never makes it home from that party. Suddenly, Broken Falls doesn’t seem so welcoming after all—especially once everyone starts looking to the new girl for answers.
Kacey is about to learn some very important lessons: Sometimes appearances can be deceiving. Sometimes when you’re the new girl, you shouldn’t trust anyone.
~ Excerpt ~
If you’re reading this, I’m dead.
Just kidding. Although if someone were to find a notebook with two Golden Retriever puppies on the cover, pages of my middle school anxieties inside-- what if I get my period while we’re running the mile in gym and it leaks down my leg! What if auditions for The Music Man are open and I have to sing in front of everyone!—I might just kill myself.
Anyway, I dug out this notebook because I’m going through Some Shit, and I guess writing about it is a healthy outlet or whatever. I’m not dumb enough to do it on a blog or something—poor Alexa Ryan blogged about how she made herself throw up every day after dance team practice, only she forgot to make it private and the other girls found it. Alexa’s parents found out and sent her to a psychiatric hospital in Madison and for a while it was literally all anyone talked about.
Now, literally everyone in Broken Falls is talking about me. Jade says I’m being dramatic, but the car accident and Cliff’s DWI are the very definition of drama, and if there’s one thing that keeps Broken Falls going, it’s drama. (And Packers Sundays.) I mean really, what else do we have?
I never thought that I would be the source of BFD (Broken Falls Drama, which also means “Big Fucking Deal,” which Jade cleverly realized). But put yourself in my shoes: the summer before junior year you make a vow to yourself to get noticed. You are tired of being Hammy Bailey Hammond, B+ student and all-around nice girl. The type of girl people call a “classic beauty”, which everyone knows is code for “you would have been considered hot fifty years ago, maybe.” So you have Jade cut four inches off the hair you’ve been growing since the third grade and spend every summer morning in front of your brother’s Tae-Bo tapes until you magically have a butt.
And yet still, on the first day of junior year, no heads turn as you walk into homeroom. You feel stupid for expecting them to. And then right before lunch, you plunk down in your assigned seat during third period local history, and then none other than Cliff Grosso sits down next to you in a cloud of Axe. He checks you out like he sees you for the first time, even though you’ve gone to the same school for twelve years. He looks at you with those ice blue eyes and says hey, ‘sup? and you flush from your stomach to your toes, because apparently you are that pathetic. You spend half the year making small talk before the bell, pretending you don’t give a shit how he smirks at you whenever Mr. Cannobbio embarrasses himself using the term “historygasm.” With feigned disgust you watch him cycle through girls, because a nice girl like Bailey Hammond would never even think about the feel of Cliff Grosso’s used-up lips on hers.
Maybe I was tired of being a nice girl. Maybe that’s why when I found myself alone with him at Tyrell’s party last weekend, I laughed when he made a joke about Mr. Cannobbio and didn’t turn away when he leaned in. I decided right then and there that I was okay with losing it to Cliff Grosso, even though everyone loses it to Cliff Grosso. I made out with him even though he tasted like Natty Ice and salsa. When he said he knew somewhere private in Tyrell’s house I said no, because I would not lose my virginity while half my graduating class played beer pong outside the door. So I said is anyone home at your house even though I already know Cliff’s bedroom is in the basement, and he has a separate entrance. Everyone knows that’s how he brings so many girls home without his dad finding out.
It would be like ripping off a Band-Aid, this virginity business. That’s truly what I thought would happen. I didn’t realize how many beers he’d actually had until he failed to slow down at a yellow light, and bam, rear-ended some chick who just happened to be a Broken Falls deputy.
Anyway. Now Cliff has a DWI and people are saying that he might lose his scholarship to Ohio State. And guess who everyone blames. I thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad when I got to homeroom and Meghan Constanzo rushed up to me and asked if I was okay, was I hurt? Gosh, I was so lucky the accident wasn’t serious. Meghan Constanzo and I have exchanged about a total of ten words since I’ve known her. I smiled very politely and watched her sit back down at the table with one of her tennis friends, a senior, who glanced back and me before turning to Meg and mouthing “Her?”
Yes, her. Surprise! The painfully average girl whose first kiss was with a nose-picking trumpet player was the girl in Cliff Grosso’s car. And everyone knows what happens in Cliff Crosso’s car. When I was kissing Cliff I really thought that it would transform me, or at least how people saw me. Because it’s sexy when good girls do bad things. People still talk about how epic it was when Meghan Constanzo threw up in Sully’s pool after homecoming last year. Because that’s the type of stuff you can get away with when you’re Meg Constanzo and literally everyone adores you. I’d overestimated what I could get away with, I guess.
Because I’m nothing. There are girls like Meghan, who are adored, and there are girls like Bridget Gibson, who are feared, and then there are girls like me and Jade who are nothing. People literally have no opinion on us. We’re not losers, we’re not nonexistent—people just aren’t aware of us.
I want to go back to being nothing.
By: Kara Thomas
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Release Date: July 25th, 2017
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Oooo nice cover!! I like how it's super unique! The Darkest Corners was such an amazing book, and I really enjoyed reading the excerpt of this book.
This sounds like it's going to be one of those books you stay up all night to read because the suspense is just that intense!
And that cover is perfection! A bookstagram beauty.