Dreamers Often Lie
New York Times bestselling writer Jacqueline West makes her YA debut during this Shakespeare-inspired novel for enthusiasts of Holly Black and Laini Taylor
"If you really liked the trippy hallucinations of Black Swan, you may be mesmerized by way of Jacqueline West's eerie new YA romance."—Entertainment Weekly
Who are you able to belief if you cannot belief yourself?
Jaye wakes up from a skiiing coincidence with a fractured cranium, a dazzling headache, and her grip on fact sliding into fable. made up our minds to come again to her starring position within the college creation of A Midsummer Night's Dream, Jaye lies to her sister, her mother, her medical professionals. She's high quality, she says. She's fine. If someone knew the truth—that hallucinations of Shakespeare and his characters have her from her medical institution mattress to the highschool halls—it could all be over. She's virtually dealing with to drag off the act while Romeo exhibits up in her anatomy type. And it seems that he is one hundred pc genuine. without warning Jaye has to select from mendacity to all people else and mendacity to herself.
Troubled via this magnetic boy, a long-lost buddy grew to become contemporary love curiosity, and the darkest components of her family's prior, 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 fall down to extra harmful issues. How a lot is actual, 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 haven't any keep an eye on?
New, raspy voice. “Have I acknowledged that 8 thousand times?” “Seven thousand.” Sadie’s eyes narrowed somewhat, and that i knew she was once doing that factor the place she attempts to pry underneath my outer layers, to determine earlier what I’m displaying her and peel me right down to the reality. “Do you take note the place you are?” “. . . The hospital.” Sadie waited. So did I. As ordinary, she cracked first. “And what are you doing within the hospital?” I traveled backward throughout the fragments. The auditorium, Hamlet, the.
“Oh. Sorry.” Another stall door creaked. Flushing. speaking. an individual sang an arpeggio. Then the bell rang, and the choir women scurried out. The toilet went echoingly silent. I closed my eyes, nonetheless leaning opposed to the divider. The pain was once like a presence beside me. When i eventually opened my eyes back, Shakespeare was once long past. Now what? I couldn’t keep away from Pierce perpetually; practice session used to be creeping nearer. If i'll make it till then. I slipped again out of the lavatory. 9:16.
Sadie’s face was once a masks. “Why are you doing this?” “I don’t know.” I swallowed. The lump was once nonetheless there, heavy and unsafe. “Sometimes i think like . . . like possibly he’s nonetheless attempting to inform me what to do. To make the proper selection. and that i nonetheless hold failing. i do know it’s too overdue. It’s method too overdue. yet someone’s nonetheless attempting to inform me . . .” I shook my head. “I don’t recognize. possibly I’m imagining that too.” I gave a bit snicker, and the lump virtually choked me. “Would that be worse? God. I can’t.
whatever new in it whenever I look.” That made me close up for a minute. I simply beamed down at him, and he smiled up at me, and that i inspiration how great it was once that my mind's eye had made up our minds to evolve the scene this manner. Then a clean blast of wind made me pull again, shivering. The pain swirled. “I’m freezing,” I referred to as right down to him. “Aren’t you freezing?” “Kind of.” “Come to the again door.” “Are you yes you don’t wish me to climb as much as your window? i believe that’s what’s within the.
decrease. either unexpected. Coming from someplace within sight. My eyelids have been heavy, yet I raised them simply enough to allow in a blurry sliver of sunshine. I used to be nonetheless within the medical institution room. It used to be evening, or very early morning. The partitions have been grey mist. The mirrored image of moonlight on snow—or possibly simply the haze of urban streetlights—slipped round the fringe of the blinds, and a skinny band of electrical gentle slid throughout the crack below the door. In the dimness, i may see figures status beside.