It is not the ending I expected. The free fall from the roof and the torn green awnings. Her body landing in a heap at the foot of a hydrangea bush. The hedges lit with pink Malibu lights that glint off the sequined skirt, the blouse half open, and her pale hair.
The thud, the doorman running down the sidewalk, and then sirens and more rain.
Siobhan the Wild and Emma the Good.
I was the good one . . . maybe not so much.
She could batter mean girls with a field hockey stick and make it seem accidental. She could break your heart and make it seem accidental.
And then she couldn’t. Then she was gone.
Maybe she is only temporarily asleep—but more likely, she is only temporarily alive.
Hanging on by her fingernails is what they say.
The wild one is gone and the good one . . . isn’t good. Because good girls don’t usually wear long sleeves to cover where their best friend’s fingernails scored their forearms. Good girls don’t usually slip out their bedroom window in a silver dress and taxi to the Camden Hotel late at night.
Good girls don’t usually kill their best friend.
Revue de presse
"In Stampler's unflinching look at wealthy, decadent youth and complicated relationships, there are no easy answers. Realistic characters with tight dialogue add to the tension--and there's plenty of it." (Booklist)
"Readers will root for Emma as she negotiates difficult choices and a first romance, and grapples with finding her moral compass. But in her heartbreaking portrayal of Siobhan, a young woman spinning out of control with no one able to catch her—not even her best friend—author Ann Redisch Stampler reminds us that losing a friendship can be just as painful as a failed romance." (Deborah Hopkinson BookPage)