Dreamers Often Lie
New York Times bestselling writer Jacqueline West makes her YA debut during this Shakespeare-inspired novel for fanatics of Holly Black and Laini Taylor
"If you really liked the trippy hallucinations of Black Swan, you will be mesmerized by means of Jacqueline West's eerie new YA romance."—Entertainment Weekly
Who are you able to belief in the event you cannot belief yourself?
Jaye wakes up from a skiiing coincidence with a fractured cranium, a dazzling headache, and her grip on truth sliding into fantasy. made up our minds to come back to her starring position within the institution creation of A Midsummer Night's Dream, Jaye lies to her sister, her mother, her medical professionals. She's effective, she says. She's fine. If an individual knew the truth—that hallucinations of Shakespeare and his characters have her from her sanatorium mattress to the highschool halls—it might all be over. She's virtually coping with to drag off the act while Romeo indicates up in her anatomy classification. And it seems that he is 100% actual. without notice Jaye has to choose from mendacity to each person else and mendacity to herself.
Troubled via this magnetic boy, a long-lost pal grew to become fresh love curiosity, and the darkest components of her family's previous, Jaye's lifestyles tangles with Shakespeare's most famed performs until eventually she cannot inform the place the reality ends and pretending starts. quickly, mystery conferences and dizzying first kisses collapse to extra risky issues. How a lot is genuine, how a lot is in Jaye's head, and what kind of does it topic as she flies towards a destiny over which she turns out to don't have any keep watch over?
odor. Liquid cleaning soap. Rubbing alcohol. our bodies. Bodies that leaked and sweated and bled issues that are meant to were stored sealed within. The clinic odor. My throat constricted. In the standard nightmare, I’d be working in the course of the maze of medical institution halls, veering round corners, taking a look desperately for the fitting room. occasionally, simply as i noticed the door, a blockade of nurses would seem and inform me that in basic terms kin was once allowed inside of, and whilst I acknowledged i used to be relations, nobody might.
may well suppose. We’d definitely by no means mentioned it. as soon as that hideous wintry weather used to be over, we’d by no means spoke of any of it. The Caplans have been our greatest associates, and whilst they’d disappeared in addition to Dad, mother had misplaced 4 humans instantly. I’d assumed it was once the ugliness that distanced us. every person desirous to steer clear of the reminders, the conversations. however the means mother regarded now, smiling and teary, simply because Pierce had spent a couple of minutes in our condo back . . . “Hey, Mom?” She halted within the.
“How was once your day?” “Not bad.” The BMW squealed round one other nook. I gripped the armrest tighter. Days of slumping round like a slug may have tousled my inner speedometer, yet i used to be lovely yes we have been going too speedy for those streets. Uncomfortably quick. Another cognizance hit me. probably Pierce was once purely riding me domestic as a desire. probably he couldn’t wait to get this over with. To get me out of his entrance seat and zoom off to no matter what it was once he really desired to do those.
Sadie’s voice grew to become crisp back. “Well, if it is a symptom of the harm or an aspect impact of the medicine, both approach, it has to recover with time. Right?” She gave my shoulder a brisk pat, and that i knew the door was once effectively close. “I suggest, you simply acquired out of the clinic a number of days in the past. you most likely nonetheless have Jell-O on your veins.” I pulled the unraveling thread tighter. “Probably.” “Did you inform the medical professionals or nurses approximately this stuff?” “No. no less than, I don’t imagine so.” “Jaye!.
proposal we'd be buddies. That’s it. yet i will be able to go away you alone.” “Please—” I needed to clench my arms into fists to maintain from grabbing him this time. “I’m asserting this for you, no longer for me. This isn’t what I want.” “For me? What do you mean?” “If you don’t steer clear of me—” Blood pooling at the floorboards. Blood dripping from a gash in his aspect. My mother’s haunted face. My father. My father. “You have to steer clear of me,” I approximately whispered. The sword in Pierce’s hand. “Or undesirable.