The Reunion

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Eight months,” Mom says. “And still another five until the wedding. And I just know, I suppose. He’s attentive and smart and kind, and he’s fantastic with Theo. I think you’re all really going to hit it off.” That we don't talk about the darker parts of being in the public eye because we're expected to be grateful for all of it, even when it's painful." The chapters alternate between these two years, with narratives in first- and third-person. As the friends wait with fear for the upcoming days that may lead them to prison, they try to reminisce and figure out what really happened to Vinca, a girl they realize was very mysterious. THE SANDCASTLE EMPIRE has been translated into 14 languages—for more specifics on where to buy in France, Turkey, Spain (Spanish and Catalan), Romania, Denmark, Brazil, Serbia, Poland, China, Taiwan, Czech Republic, Russia, and Germany, please visit www.kaylaolson.com

This is a second-chance romance about two actors, Liv and Ransom, who were the stars of this very successful teen show where they played two people in a relationship. For reasons unknown to the reader they went from being best friends to not speaking for 14 years. Now that they have been hired for the reunion episode and possible reboot of this show, they have to face their feelings about each other and about what happened all those years ago. Meitene un nakts” ir jaunākais tulkotais (Maija Indraša) Gijoma Miso trilleris, kas lasītāju aizved sentimentālā ceļojumā uz Antibām Azūra krastā, kur risinās mīklaini notikumi, saistīti ar briesmīgiem pagātnes noslēpumiem. Skelets skapī šeit ir pavisam īsts - līķis sporta zāles sienā un notikumi, kas mainījuši un mainīs iesaistīto dzīves uz mūžu. Y protéjase de los capullos. Siguiendo el ejemplo de los estoicos, no olvide que la mejor forma de defenderse de ellos es procurar no parecerse a ellos."Someone is determined to bring the truth to light. If they succeed, the life Cait has built based on secrets could come crashing down around her. And, if they want her to pay for what she’s done, her lies may be the least of her concerns. Emily had been friends with Will, Lyla, & Henry, three rich popular students & had become part of their world for a time, or so she thought. What happened to her though, showed her that they were never really her friends & now the perfect time has come to take her revenge. All three will be there this weekend & Emily's going to unmask them for what they really are. Still, Musso is working at least in part close to home -- including with the setting, where he and his protagonist grew up, on the Côte d'Azur. I also really enjoyed both of the main characters,Liv and Ransom, they were so freaking cute together. They really got the whole “we are in love with each other but don’t want the other to know” and there were so many furtive glances and looks across the room, along with Ransom just loving Liv so much. Liv was also incredibly smitten with him and it was adorable. At one point, the police hand over evidence to Cait (wait, what)? Does this ever happen? Okay, I'm finished. Too many silly scenarios + YA drama and NOT thrilling.

Now–The time has finally come to sell the family farm and Claire is organising a reunion of her dearest friends, the same friends who were present the day her sister went missing. It’s been years since the fragmented Mayweather clan was all in one place, but the engagement of Addison and Mason’s mom to the dad of their future stepbrother, Theo, brings the whole family to sunny Cancún, Mexico, for winter break. Add cousin Natalia to the mix, and it doesn’t take long for tempers to fray and tensions to rise. A week of forced family “fun” reveals that everyone has something to hide, and as secrets bubble to the surface, no one is safe from the fallout. By the end of the week, one member of the reunion party will be dead—and everyone’s a suspect: So The Reunion does, or should, leave rather a sour aftertaste to it; Musso presumably argues for penance servedAn airport official glances at our customs slips and ushers us toward the end of line five. Give or take, one hundred and fifty people wait ahead of us. We’re going to be here a while. Soon we’re stepping through wide glass doors and into the bright midday sun. I slip on my shades and run one hand through my short brown hair, glad I remembered to get it cut before this trip. It could be worse—in December, the highs here top out in the mid-eighties—but I’m not built for the heat. My pasty skin burns no matter what SPF I apply, and I’m not the world’s strongest swimmer. I’m not afraid of the water; hanging out in the shallow end of a pool is fine, and I can wade out in a lake to fish, but the ocean is not my friend. Even in salt water, somehow I sink.