Reviewed By: Jessica P.
Publisher: Wednesday Books
Recommended Age: Young Adult
Genre: Contemporary (Mystery)
Sadie hasn't had an easy life. Growing up on her own, she's been raising her sister Mattie in an isolated small town, trying her best to provide a normal life and keep their heads above water.
But when Mattie is found dead, Sadie's entire world crumbles.
After a somewhat botched police investigation, Sadie is determined to bring her sister's killer to justice and hits the road following a few meagre clues to find him.
When West McCray—a radio personality working on a segment about small, forgotten towns in America—overhears Sadie's story at a local gas station, he becomes obsessed with finding the missing girl.
He starts his own podcast as he tracks Sadie's journey, trying to figure out what happened, hoping to find her before it's too late.
About the Author: COURTNEY SUMMERS lives and writes in Canada. She is the author of What Goes Around, This is Not a Test, Fall for Anything, Some Girls Are, Cracked Up to Be, Please Remain Calm, and All the Rage.
Child Sexual Abuse & Neglect
Noteworthy experiences while reading this book: For me this one falls somewhere in the middle of really good and well kind of not good.
Do I Recommend this book? Yes I would still recommend this one!
Now that said I loved Sadie she has a speech impediment which this author did very well with. My husband actually has one so I know first hand how that affects things. However, that is not only who Sadie is as very strong character and is a very determined teen. She is trying to hunt down the man who killed her sister and that was very interesting to follow.
This one for me is all about Sadie and her situation. If you want a character driven story then this one will be for you. I will tell you that this ends on a cliffhanger that we may never know the outcome of it. But that being said it felt like real life. So many books do not do that its all hugs and rainbows and everything turns out ok and well in real life that isn't always the case.
Go Into This One Knowing: Character Driven Story, A Few Plot Holes, 50% Podcast 50% Normal Story, Child Sexual Abuse & Neglect
DANNY GILCHRIST: It’s a beautiful day in the city. The sun is shining, not a cloud in the sky. I had a great lunch in Central Park, a chicken shawarma from the Shawarma Stop, which was overwhelmingly recommended to us by our listeners after last week’s episode on NYC’s best kept secrets. Thanks for that, you guys. It was so good, it just might be my dinner too. From KWNR New York, I’m Danny Gilchrist and you are listening to Always Out There. Today, we’re doing something new — something big. Today, we’re pre-empting your regularly scheduled episode of Always Out There to launch the first episode of our new serialized podcast, The Girls. If you want to hear more, you can download all eight episodes — that’s right; the entire season — on our website. We’re pretty sure you’ll want to hear more. Created and hosted by one of our longtime producers, West McCray, The Girls explores what happens when a devastating crime reveals a deeply unsettling mystery. It’s a story about family, about sisters, and the untold lives lived in small-town America. It’s about the lengths we go to protect the ones we love...and the high price we pay when we can’t. And it begins, as so many stories do, with a dead girl. THE GIRLS EPISODE 1 [THE GIRLS THEME] WEST MCCRAY: Welcome to Cold Creek, Colorado. Population: eight hundred. Do a Google Image search and you’ll see its main street, the barely beating heart of that tiny world, and find every other building vacant or boarded up. Cold Creek’s luckiest — the gainfully employed — work at the local grocery store, the gas station and a few other staple businesses along the strip. The rest have to look a town or two over for opportunity for themselves and for their children; the closest schools are in Parkdale, forty minutes away. They take in students from three other towns. Beyond its main street, Cold Creek arteries out into worn and chipped Monopoly houses that no longer have a place upon the board. From there lies a rural sort of wilderness. The highway out is interrupted by veins of dirt roads leading to nowhere as often as they lead to pockets of dilapidated houses or trailer parks in even worse shape. In the summertime, a food bus comes with free lunches for the kids until the school year resumes, guaranteeing at least two subsidized meals a day. There’s a quiet to it that’s startling if you’ve lived your whole life in the city, like I have. Cold Creek is surrounded by a beautiful, uninterrupted expanse of land and sky that seem to go on forever. Its sunsets are spectacular; electric golds and oranges, pinks and purples, natural beauty unspoiled by the insult of skyscrapers. The sheer amount of space is humbling, almost divine. It’s hard to imagine feeling trapped here. But most people here do. COLD CREEK RESIDENT [FEMALE]: You live in Cold Creek because you were born here and if you’re born here, you’re probably never getting out. WEST MCCRAY: That’s not entirely true. There have been some success stories, college graduates who moved on and found well-paying jobs in distant cities, but they tend to be the exception and not the rule. Cold Creek is home to a quality of life we’re raised to aspire beyond, if we’re born privileged enough to have the choice. Here, everyone’s working so hard to care for their families and keep their heads above water that, if they wasted time on the petty dramas, scandals and personal grudges that seem to define small towns in our nation’s imagination, they would not survive. That’s not to say there’s no drama, scandal, or grudge—just that those things are usually more than residents of Cold Creek can afford to care about. Until it happened. The husk of an abandoned, turn-of-the-century one-room schoolhouse sits three miles outside of town, taken by fire. The roof is caved in and what’s left of the walls are charred. It sits next to an apple orchard that’s slowly being reclaimed by the nature that surrounds it: young overgrowth, new trees, wildflowers. There’s almost something romantic about it, something that feels like respite from the rest of the world. It’s the perfect place to be alone with your thoughts. At least it was, before. May Beth Foster—who you’ll come to know as this series goes on — took me there herself. I asked to see it. She’s a plump, white, sixty-eight-year-old woman with salt-and-pepper hair. She has a grandmotherly way about her, right down to a voice that’s so invitingly familiar it warms you from the inside out. May Beth is manager of Sparkling River Estates trailer park, a lifelong resident of Cold Creek, and when she talks, people listen. More often than not, they accept whatever she says as the truth. MAY BETH FOSTER: Just about...here. This is where they found the body. 911 DISPATCHER [PHONE]: 911 dispatch. What’s your emergency? WEST MCCRAY: On October third, forty-seven-year-old Carl Earl was on his way to work, a factory in Cofield. It’s an hour’s drive from Cold Creek. He’d barely begun his commute when he noticed black smoke marring the early morning horizon. CARL EARL: Started out like any other day. Least, I think it did. I imagine I got up, had breakfast and kissed my wife on my way out the door because that’s what I do every morning. But I honestly can’t remember a thing before I saw the smoke and everything that happened after that...well. I wish I could forget it. CARL EARL [PHONE]: Yeah, my name’s Carl Earl and I just want to report a fire. There’s an abandoned schoolhouse off Milner’s Road and it’s all lit up. It’s about three miles east of Cold Creek. I was just driving by and I noticed it. I pulled over to call. It’s lookin’ pretty bad. 911 DISPATCHER [PHONE]: Okay, Carl, we’re going to send someone out. Are there any other people around? Anyone in need of assistance you can see? CARL EARL [PHONE]: Just me out here, far as I can tell, but I might not be close enough...I could maybe get a little closer and see— 911 DISPATCHER [PHONE]: Sir — Carl — please stay clear of the fire. I need you to do that for me, all right? CARL EARL [PHONE]: Oh, yeah, no — I wasn’t going to — CARL EARL: So I did as I was told, even though a part of me wanted to play hero. I’m still not sure what compelled me to stick around because I couldn’t afford to miss the work, but I stayed ’til the cops and the firemen came. I watched ’em go at it until the flames were under control and that’s when I noticed...just beyond the schoolhouse there, I saw — I was the, uh — I was the one that saw her first. WEST MCCRAY: The body of Mattie Southern was discovered between the burning schoolhouse and the apple orchard, just out of sight. She’d been reported missing three days earlier and here she was, found. Dead.
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