【预订】Secrets So Deep
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作者Ginny Myers Sain
出版社Penguin Young Readers Group
ISBN9780593404010
出版时间2024-03
装帧平装
定价78元
货号YB-88891
上书时间2024-08-20
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From New York Times bestselling author of Dark and Shallow Lies comes a paranormal thriller about a seventeen-year-old girl determined to uncover the truth of what really happened the night her mother died. Now in paperback!
The perfect read for fans of Krystal Sutherland, Courtney Gould, and Victoria Lee.
Twelve years ago, Avril’s mother drowned at Whisper Cove theater, just off the rocky Connecticut coastline. It was ruled an accident, but local legend claims that the women in the waves—ghosts from old whaling stories—called her mother into the ocean with their whispering.
While Avril doesn’t believe in ghosts, she knows there are lots of different ways for places—and people—to be haunted. She’s tried to make sense of the strange bits and pieces she does remember from the night she lost her mother. Stars falling into the sea. A blinding light. A tight grip on her wrist. The odd sensation of flying.
Now, at seventeen, she’s returning to Whisper Cove and as she becomes more involved with mystery of her mother's death, Whisper Cove reveals itself to her. Distances seem to shift in the strange fog. Echoes of long-past moments bounce off the marsh.
And Avril keeps meeting herself—and her dead mother—late at night, at the edge of the ocean.
The truth Avril seeks is ready to be discovered. But it will come at a terrible cost.
来自纽约时报畅销书黑暗和浅薄的谎言的作者来了这部超自然惊悚片讲述了一名 17 岁女孩决心揭开她母亲去世当晚到底发生的真相的故事。现在是平装本！
克里斯塔尔·萨瑟兰、考特尼·古尔德和维多利亚·李的粉丝的完美读物。
十二年前，艾薇儿的母亲在耳语湾剧院溺水身亡，就在康涅狄格州岩石海岸线附近。这被裁定为一次事故，但当地传说称，海浪中的妇女们——古老捕鲸故事中的幽灵——用她们的低语将她的母亲呼入大海。
虽然艾薇儿不相信鬼魂，她知道闹鬼的地方和人有很多不同的方式。她试图弄清楚她失去母亲那天晚上所记得的奇怪的点点滴滴。 星星落入大海。一道刺眼的光芒。手腕被紧紧握住。飞行的奇怪感觉。
现在，十七岁的她要回到低语湾，随着她对母亲死亡之谜的了解越来越深，低语湾向她显露出来。奇怪的雾气中，距离似乎发生了变化。久远时光的回声从沼泽地反射出来。
艾薇儿不断与自己和她死去的母亲见面—深夜，在大海的边缘。
艾薇儿寻求的真相是准备好被发现。但这将付出惨痛的代价。
作者简介
Ginny Myers Sain is the New York Times bestselling author of Dark & Shallow Lies and Secrets So Deep. She lives in Florida and has spent the past twenty years working closely with teens as a director and acting instructor in a program designed for high school students seriously intent on pursuing a career in the professional theatre. Having grown up in deeply rural America, she is interested in telling stories about resilient kids who come of age in remote settings.
Follow her on Twitter @stageandpage and on Instagram @ginnymyerssain or find her on her website at ginnymyerssain.com.
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Act I: Scene 1
I was five years old the night stars fell from the sky. They tore loose somehow and came down like rain. I remember the heavy, dull sound of them hitting the water.
Plop.
Plop. Plop.
Plop.
I'm watching-waiting for them to do that act again-but tonight they stay pinned to the vast blackness above us. Where they're supposed to be. Which is more than I can say for us, because we're supposed to be in our cabins. Curfew was like an hour ago.
But here we are on the beach.
The salt hangs heavy in the air. It prickles my skin.
Burns my lips.
Tickles my memory.
I think the girl's name is Viv. The one with her arm around me. We're cabinmates. She has the bunk across from mine, and we are perfect opposites. My hair is the color of ice. More white than blonde. It falls just below my shoulders, hanging straight and limp in the dampness, but Viv's inky curls tumble all the way down her back. Like laughter. Our eyes are almost the same shade of green, but hers are lined in that sexy cat-eye style I can never seem to master. She's swaying back and forth, and she pauses to whisper in my ear. Then she laughs, throaty and low. And I laugh, too. Because Viv is the kind of girl you want to laugh with. The truth is, I didn't catch what she said. Her words were lost to the crash of the waves. The cresting swell of voices all around us.
"Avril!" she shouts. "I'll be right back! I gotta pee!" And that I hear, so I nod and take a deep breath. I'm grateful for a few seconds alone in the crowd. A little time to just stand here and take it all in. This is why I came down to the beach tonight. I thought about skipping the party, but I had to be here. In this place. Something inside me wouldn't wait-couldn't wait-for morning.
I've always been drawn to the water. Even from landlocked North Texas, I've felt the pull of the tides. Craved the brokenness of the coastline. And now, finally, here I am.
Again.
Here I am again.
There are so many people, though. And I'm not really great with big groups.
Or small groups.
Or people in general.
I haven't met the tall girl writing her initials in the sand by the fire. Or the shaggy-haired guy who's sitting beside her, picking out chords on the guitar. Fragments of melody that Viv and I were trying-failing-to sing along to.
I do know the redhead who's walking toward me with a couple of beers. His name is Lex. I met him at dinner, and evidently that makes us besties now.
"Holy shit," he says, and he hands me one of the sweating bottles. "Can you believe we're actually here?" He raises his own half-empty beer in my direction, and his blue eyes come alive with reflected flames. "To the first night of the best summer ever!"
Each year, high school juniors from all over the country apply for a chance to attend the four-week theatre intensive at Whisper Cove. They all want the opportunity to study with Willa Culver. And we made it in-me, my new pal Lex, and everyone else milling around us. This secret after-hours welcoming party makes it official.
Lex is playing with the fringe on a light scarf that's expertly draped around his neck. He's all freckles and gorgeous red-gold hair in the firelight. Barefoot with his jeans rolled up, he looks like a stylish Tom Sawyer, and I suddenly feel plain in my cutoff shorts and concert T-shirt. "You ever been to Connecticut before?" he asks me.
"Once," I tell him. "A long time ago. You?"
"Nope," Lex says. "I've never even seen the ocean before."
I detect a southern drawl, elongated vowels that clink together like ice cubes in a glass of sweet tea, and I remember he told me at dinner that he's from somewhere just outside Nashville, Tennessee. Franklin, I think he said. Or something like that.
"It's not really the ocean," I correct him, even though it makes me an asshole. "It's Long Island Sound."
"Whatever." He rolls his eyes, totally unbothered. "It's basically the ocean. And it's pretty, right?"
He's not wrong about that.
Tonight a full moon hangs huge and low just above a horizon that looks like it's been stitched with golden thread, and below that, waves rise and fall in a shimmer of silvery brilliance. In the distance, silhouetted against the black, a lighthouse is the tent pole holding up an expanse of dark sky.
The view doesn't look real. It reminds me of a storybook I had when I was a kid. Something Dad used to read to me at bedtime. About mermaids.
Or maybe they were pirates.
Lex and I stand there. Staring. Toes buried in the sand.
"Avril! Hey! You decided to come!" I turn to look over my shoulder at the sound of my name, and Jude is making his way toward us with a big grin on his face. He's the program assistant who picked me up at the train station earlier this evening. My flight from Dallas to New York City was delayed, so I had to take a later train out to Connecticut, which meant I was the very last one to arrive. I got here just in time to drop my bags in cabin number one before dinner. "And Alexander," he adds when he sees Lex. "Shit." He snaps his fingers. "Sorry. You said you go by Alex, right?"
Jude is cute. Dark brown skin and big, warm eyes. His hair is shaved short except for a cascade of perfect charcoal-colored ringlets in the front. I see Lex run a hand through his own red hair before he throws a grin back in Jude's direction. "It's just Lex. I go by Lex." He's playing with the fringe on his scarf again.
"Lex." Jude nods. "Got it." And I notice the way his eyes linger on Lex for a second, even though he's talking to me. "I told you the bonfire would be awesome. It's kind of a first night tradition. You get settled in okay?"
"Yep," I tell him. "Like you said. Hilton by the sea."
The temperature has dropped, and I wrap my arms around my chest. I wish I'd grabbed a sweater. I keep forgetting I'm not in Texas anymore. By mid-June, Dallas is already sweltering. Even at night. But here, with the breeze sweeping in off the water, it's chilly.
"Yeah." Jude laughs. "The cabins aren't exactly luxurious." That seems like an understatement. I think of the paper-thin bunk bed mattress and the leaning dressers with their crooked drawers. "But you'll really just be there to sleep anyway. Willa keeps everyone busy." He laughs again. It's an easy sound, and it makes me a little jealous. I wish I could be easy like that. "Oh man, you guys are gonna love Willa. She's a trip. In the best way. You'll meet her before breakfast tomorrow."
"Whoa," Lex mutters under his breath, like he can't quite comprehend it. "Willa fucking Culver."
I knew she'd be here, of course. We all knew she'd be here. But Lex's reaction is still understandable, because Willa Culver is a theatre legend.
"The one and only," Jude tells us. "Y'all get ready, because for the next four weeks, Willa's gonna be your director, your teacher, your boss, your mom, and your best friend all rolled into one."
"You sound like you know the whole drill." Lex gives Jude a flirty little wink. I'm impressed, and I can't help wondering if he's always that brave, or if the beer and the moonlig
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