The Legacies
(Sprache: Englisch)
Old money. New secrets. One killer party. A glitzy YA thriller set in New York City elite social circles, filled with backstabbing and blackmail, twisty secrets, and a dead body, from New York Times bestselling author Jessica Goodman. Perfect for fans of...
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Old money. New secrets. One killer party. A glitzy YA thriller set in New York City elite social circles, filled with backstabbing and blackmail, twisty secrets, and a dead body, from New York Times bestselling author Jessica Goodman. Perfect for fans of Euphoria, Holly Jackson, and Jessica Knoll.Lese-Probe zu „The Legacies “
after the ballThe Legacy Ball had never ended in a murder-obviously. Usually, the seniors from New York's elite institutions capped off the night by watching the sunrise at some elaborate after-party. An all-nighter at a mansion in Bronxville. A beach bonfire at a sprawling estate in Southampton. A strobe-lit rave in a Ridgewood loft. This year, the nominees were supposed to be whisked away in a fleet of Suburbans heading to someone's country manor in the Hudson Valley.
But that's out of the question now, with the body and all.
Bernie Kaplan stands on the corner of Sixty-First Street in glittering four-inch stilettos and a silk pleated gown, Skyler Hawkins's tuxedo jacket hanging off her shoulders, even though it's warm for September. If you look closely enough, you can see she's trying not to shiver. A light breeze whips at the diamond drops dangling from her ears. The sirens from the cop cars wail, and Bernie glances down at her pale pink manicured fingers, now flecked with blood and dirt. Her bright red hair is messy, out of place. Her mother usually whispers for her to tuck back the flyaways before onlookers can snap photos, but Esther Kaplan is nowhere to be found, so Bernie lets them go free.
Bernie's eyes move to the curb as the rest of the attendees of the Legacy Ball spill onto the street to see the commotion. She wishes Tori were by her side. A week ago, that girl was no one. A scholarship senior from Queens who had stayed in the background for three whole years. Now, it's obvious that all of the Legacies underestimated her.
Bernie opens her mouth as if to say something but snaps it shut when the whispers around her erupt in to frantic, excited chatter. The wondering, the gasps, as police roll a stretcher away from the side entrance of the Legacy Club, away from the Ball. The body's on it, covered by a white sheet. An outline of lifeless fingers, legs, arms. The medics push the corpse in to an ambulance and shut the door. It speeds
... mehr
north.
The commotion gets louder. People are screaming and sobbing, drowning out the crackling voices coming in over walkie-talkies. Bernie longs for Isobel, what they had lost. For Skyler, too. For what he represented.
But she can't think about them right now. Because in this moment, there are questions. So many questions. And no one seems to have the answers.
All anyone knows for certain is that as the clock strikes midnight, a member of one of New York City's oldest, most exclusive institutions is dead, and that Bernie Kaplan is the one with blood on her hands.
Four Days
Before the Ball
Bernie
"Isn't it weird?" Isobel asks, her voice lilting. "To see all these strangers here, at our school? At Excelsior Prep?"
We're standing together at the entrance of our high school's cafeteria, though cafeteria isn't really the right word to describe this room, with its sky-high marble entryway and custom round oak tables that seat twelve. Dining room is more apt, though Architectural Digest once called it "the prettiest place to eat in all of the five boroughs." Across the atrium, floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlook the lacrosse fields down below, freshly mowed to a uniform length.
On the western side, you can see the turrets of the lower school peeking through the orchard across campus, the weeping willows and tall apple trees swaying through the glass. Headmaster Helfrich likes to say that Excelsior's campus is a fifth the size of Central Park and just as beautiful, a massive sprawl north of Manhattan, over the Bronx border.
If I close my eyes, I could walk right out that door and all over Excelsior's grounds without tripping or falling or bumping in to anything. We're only a few weeks away from the start of senior year, and coming here, even today before classes begin, feels like coming home.
Except I can't help but feel a wave of anxiety building in my stomach.
The commotion gets louder. People are screaming and sobbing, drowning out the crackling voices coming in over walkie-talkies. Bernie longs for Isobel, what they had lost. For Skyler, too. For what he represented.
But she can't think about them right now. Because in this moment, there are questions. So many questions. And no one seems to have the answers.
All anyone knows for certain is that as the clock strikes midnight, a member of one of New York City's oldest, most exclusive institutions is dead, and that Bernie Kaplan is the one with blood on her hands.
Four Days
Before the Ball
Bernie
"Isn't it weird?" Isobel asks, her voice lilting. "To see all these strangers here, at our school? At Excelsior Prep?"
We're standing together at the entrance of our high school's cafeteria, though cafeteria isn't really the right word to describe this room, with its sky-high marble entryway and custom round oak tables that seat twelve. Dining room is more apt, though Architectural Digest once called it "the prettiest place to eat in all of the five boroughs." Across the atrium, floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlook the lacrosse fields down below, freshly mowed to a uniform length.
On the western side, you can see the turrets of the lower school peeking through the orchard across campus, the weeping willows and tall apple trees swaying through the glass. Headmaster Helfrich likes to say that Excelsior's campus is a fifth the size of Central Park and just as beautiful, a massive sprawl north of Manhattan, over the Bronx border.
If I close my eyes, I could walk right out that door and all over Excelsior's grounds without tripping or falling or bumping in to anything. We're only a few weeks away from the start of senior year, and coming here, even today before classes begin, feels like coming home.
Except I can't help but feel a wave of anxiety building in my stomach.
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Autoren-Porträt von Jessica Goodman
Jessica Goodman is the New York Times bestselling author of They’ll Never Catch Us, They Wish They Were Us, and The Counselors. She is the former op-ed editor at Cosmopolitan magazine. Her work has also been published in Marie Claire, Entertainment Weekly, The Cut, and Glamour. Follow Jessica on Twitter @jessgood and on Instagram @jessicagoodman.
Produktdetails
- Autor: Jessica Goodman
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2023, Internationale Ausgabe, 336 Seiten, Maße: 13,7 x 20,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Razorbill
- ISBN-10: 0593696077
- ISBN-13: 9780593696071
- Erscheinungsdatum: 21.07.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Our new favorite thriller." COSMOPOLITAN"A skillfully executed thriller with a decadent setting that fans of the genre will adore." Kirkus Reviews
"Sharp and snappy dialogue; a fleshed-out, intersectionally diverse cast; and thought-provoking interrogations of classism elevate this adrenaline-packed read." Publishers Weekly
"Thrilling and unputdownable. These dimensional, expertly crafted characters will sear into your mind and leave a mark long after you ve turned the last page. This is Jessica Goodman s best work yet." Diana Urban, author of Lying in the Deep
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