Such a Quiet Place: A Novel by Megan Miranda (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Such a Quiet Place by Megan Miranda "An Agatha Christie vibe make[s] this whodunit an excellent beach read"(Library Journal). Discover secrets, scandal, and a suspected killer--all on one street in this gripping suspense from New York Times bestselling author and "master of misdirection and sudden plot twists," (Booklist) Megan Miranda. Welcome to Hollows Edge, where you can find secrets, scandal, and a suspected killer--all on one street. Hollows Edge use to be a quiet place. A private and idyllic neighborhood where neighbors dropped in on neighbors, celebrated graduation and holiday parties together, and looked out for one another. But then came the murder of Brandon and Fiona Truett. A year and a half later, Hollows Edge is simmering. The residents are trapped, unable to sell their homes, confronted daily by the empty Truett house, and suffocated by their trial testimonies that implicated one of their own. Ruby Fletcher. And now, Rubys back. With her conviction overturned, Ruby waltzes right back to Hollows Edge, and into the home she shared with Harper Nash. Harper, five years older, has always treated Ruby like a wayward younger sister. But now shes terrified. What possible good could come of Ruby returning to the scene of the crime? And how can she possibly turn her away, when she knows Ruby has nowhere to go? Within days, suspicion spreads like a virus across Hollows Edge. Its increasingly clear that not everyone told the truth about the night of the Truetts murders. And when Harper begins receiving threatening notes, she realizes she has to uncover the truth before someone else becomes the killers next victim. Pulsating with suspense and with Megan Mirandas trademark shocking twists, Such a Quiet Place is Megan Mirandas best novel yet--a "powerful, paranoid thriller" (Booklist, starred review) that will keep you turning the pages late into the night. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Megan Miranda is the New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls, The Perfect Stranger, The Last House Guest, which was a Reese Witherspoon Book Club pick, The Girl from Widow Hills, Such a Quiet Place, The Last to Vanish, and The Only Survivors. She has also written several books for young adults. She grew up in New Jersey, graduated from MIT, and lives in North Carolina with her husband and two children. Follow @MeganLMiranda on X and Instagram, @AuthorMeganMiranda on Facebook, or visit MeganMiranda.com. Review "Miranda, who makes the setting, where everyone knows one another and ends up fearing one another, all the more chilling for its seeming normality, is a master of misdirection and sudden plot twists, leading up to a wallop of an ending. A powerful, paranoid thriller." - Booklist (Starred Review) "A claustrophobic and suspenseful whodunit...that ponders the eternal question of how well we really know those closest to us." - BookPage (Starred Review) "At the start of this disquieting suspense novel from bestseller Miranda (The Girl from Widow Hills), longtime Hollows Edge resident Ruby Fletcher, who was convicted of the double murder of Brandon and Fiona Truett a year and a half earlier, returns after her conviction is overturned to the tight-knit lakeside community... If Ruby isnt guilty, who is? What other secrets are the residents of Hollows Edge hiding--and would they go so far as murder to protect them? The twists keep coming until the very last page. Agatha Christie fans will welcome this 21st-century update on the classic golden age village mystery." - Publishers Weekly "The perfect suburban setting; the secretive, quirky neighbors; three unsolved murders; and an Agatha Christie vibe make this whodunit an excellent beach read." - Library JournalPRAISE FOR THE GIRL FROM WIDOW HILLS "Sleepwalking is creepy. Youre asleep, but youre walking through the night--like the living dead. I knew when I started The Girl from Widow Hills I was in for some shivers. But I had no idea the terrors that were in store."--R. L. STINE, bestselling author of Goosebumps and Fear Street "A hauntingly atmospheric and gorgeously written page-turner, The Girl from Widow Hills is a deeply thought-provoking, riveting mystery about the complex weight of history and the dangerous power of the lies we tell ourselves."--KIMBERLY McCREIGHT, New York Times bestselling author of Reconstructing Amelia and A Good Marriage PRAISE FOR THE LAST HOUSE GUEST "The perfect summer thriller . . . with a pace that made my heart race." --Riley Sager, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Time I Lied "Oh boy, does she ever know how to write a twisty-turny ending (or two, or more)." --Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review "This searing small-town thriller from bestseller Miranda explores the complexities of female friendship and the picturesque fictions that money can buy. . . . Sharply drawn characters both ground and elevate the bombshell-laden plot, while evocative prose heightens tension and conjures place. Miranda delivers a clever, stylish mystery that will seize readers like a riptide."--PUBLISHERS WEEKLY (starred review) "A lightning-fast mystery . . . that will have readers on the edge of their seats."--MARY KUBICA, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl PRAISE for ALL THE MISSING GIRLS "In All the Missing Girls Megan Miranda leads readers back through the past of a small southern town, enfolding them in a slow, tense nightmare of suspicion, menace, and tangled motives. A twisty, compulsive read--I loved it." -- Ruth Ware, author of IN A DARK, DARK WOOD Review Quote PRAISE FOR THE GIRL FROM WIDOW HILLS "Sleepwalking is creepy. Youre asleep, but youre walking through the night--like the living dead. I knew when I started The Girl from Widow Hills I was in for some shivers. But I had no idea the terrors that were in store." --R. L. STINE, bestselling author of Goosebumps and Fear Street "A hauntingly atmospheric and gorgeously written page-turner, The Girl from Widow Hills is a deeply thought-provoking, riveting mystery about the complex weight of history and the dangerous power of the lies we tell ourselves ."--KIMBERLY McCREIGHT, New York Times bestselling author of Reconstructing Amelia and A Good Marriage PRAISE FOR THE LAST HOUSE GUEST "The perfect summer thriller . . . with a pace that made my heart race." --Riley Sager, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Time I Lied "Oh boy, does she ever know how to write a twisty-turny ending (or two, or more)." --Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review "This searing small-town thriller from bestseller Miranda explores the complexities of female friendship and the picturesque fictions that money can buy. . . . Sharply drawn characters both ground and elevate the bombshell-laden plot, while evocative prose heightens tension and conjures place. Miranda delivers a clever, stylish mystery that will seize readers like a riptide. "-- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY (starred review) "A lightning-fast mystery . . . that will have readers on the edge of their seats. "--MARY KUBICA, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl PRAISE for ALL THE MISSING GIRLS "In All the Missing Girls Megan Miranda leads readers back through the past of a small southern town, enfolding them in a slow, tense nightmare of suspicion, menace, and tangled motives. A twisty, compulsive read--I loved it." -- Ruth Ware, author of IN A DARK, DARK WOOD Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1 THERE WAS NO PARTY the day Ruby Fletcher came home. We had no warning, no time to prepare ourselves. I didnt hear the slam of the car door, or the key in the lock, or the front door swinging open. It was the footsteps--the familiar pop of the floorboard just outside the kitchen--that registered first. That made me pause at the counter, tighten my grip on the knife. Thinking: Not the cat. I held my breath, held myself very still, listening closer. A shuffling in the hallway, like something was sliding along the wall. I spun from the kitchen counter, knife still in my hand, blade haphazardly pointed outward-- And there she was, in the entrance of my kitchen: Ruby Fletcher. She was the one who said, "Surprise!" Who laughed as the knife fell from my grip, a glinting thing between us on the tiled floor, who delighted at my stunned expression. As if we didnt all have cause to be on edge. As if we didnt each fear someone sneaking into our home. As if she didnt know better. It took three seconds for me to find the appropriate expression. My hand shaking as I brought it to my chest. "Oh my God," I said, which bought me some time. Then I bent to pick up the knife, which bought me some more. "Ruby," I said as I stood. Her smile stretched wider. "Harper," she answered, all drawn out. The first thing I noticed were the low-heeled shoes dangling from her hand, like she really had been trying to sneak up on me. The second thing I noticed was that she seemed to be wearing the same clothes shed had on yesterday during the news conference--black pants and white sleeveless blouse, without a jacket now, and with the top button undone. Her dark blond hair was styled as it had been on TV but appeared flatter today. And it was shorter since Id last seen her in person--just to her shoulders. Makeup smudges under her eyes, a glow to her cheeks, ears slightly pink from the heat. It occurred to me shed been out for twenty-four hours and hadnt yet changed clothes. There was luggage behind her in the hall--what I mustve heard scraping against the beige walls--a brown leather duffel and a messenger-style briefcase that matched. With the suit, it was easy to imagine she was on her way to work. "Whereve you been?" I asked as she set her shoes down. Of all the things I couldve said. But trying to account for Rubys time line was deeply ingrained, a habit that Id found difficult to break. She tipped her head back and laughed. "I missed you, too, Harper." Deflecting, as always. It was almost noon, and she looked like she hadnt gone to sleep yet. Maybe shed been with the lawyer. Maybe shed gone to see her dad. Maybe shed tried somewhere else--anywhere else--before coming here. Maybe shed wrung these last twenty-four hours of freedom for all they were worth. Then she was crossing the room, coming in for a hug, inescapable. Everything happened on a brief delay, as if choreographed. Her walk had changed, her steps quiet, more deliberate. Her expression, too--careful, guarded. Something new shed learned or practiced. She seemed, suddenly, unlike the Ruby I knew, each proportion just slightly off: thinner, more streamlined; her blue eyes larger and clearer than I recalled; she seemed taller than the last time we were in a room together. Or maybe it was just my memory that had shifted, softening her edges, molding her into something smaller, frailer, incapable of the accusations levied against her. Maybe it was a trick of the television screen or the pictures in the paper, flattening her into two dimensions, making me forget the true Ruby Fletcher. Her arms wrapped around me, and all at once, she felt like her again. She tucked her pointy chin into the space between my neck and shoulder. "I didnt scare you, did I?" I felt her breath on my neck, the goose bumps rising. I started laughing as I pulled away--a fit of delirium, high and tight, something between elation and fear. Ruby Fletcher. Here. As if nothing had changed. As if no time had passed. She cocked her head to the side as I wiped the tears from under my eyes. "Ruby, if you had called, I wouldve..." What? Planned a lunch? Gotten her room ready? Told her not to come? "Next time," she said, grinning. "But that--" She gestured to my face. "That was worth it." Like this was a game, part of her plan, and my reaction would tell her all she needed to know. She sat at the kitchen table, and I had no idea where to go from here, where to even begin. She had one foot curled up under the other leg, a single arm hanging over the back of the chair, twisting to face me--not bothering to hide her slow perusal: first my bare feet with the chipping plum polish, then my fraying jean shorts, then the oversize tank top covering the bathing suit underneath. I felt her gaze linger on my hair--now a lighter brown, woven in a haphazard braid over my shoulder. "You look exactly the same," she said with a wide smile. But I knew that wasnt true. Id stopped running in the mornings, lost the lean-muscle definition of my legs; had let my hair grow out from collarbone to mid-back, an inverse of her transformation. Id spent the last year reassessing everything Id thought I knew--about others, about myself. Picking apart the trajectory that had brought me here, the conviction Id always felt in my decisions, and I worried that the uncertainty had somehow manifested itself in my demeanor. I grew uncomfortable under her gaze, wondering what she might be looking for, what she might be thinking. At the realization that we were alone here. "Are you hungry?" I asked. I gestured to the food on the counter--the cheese and crackers, the strawberries in a bowl, the watermelon Id been in the process of cutting--willing my hand not to shake. She stretched, extending her thin arms over her head, lacing her fingers together: that sickening crack of her knuckles with one final reach. "Not really. Did I interrupt your plans?" she asked, looking over the snacks. I shifted on my feet. "I saw you yesterday," I said, because I had learned from Ruby that responding to a direct question was always optional. "I watched the news conference." We all had. Wed known it was coming, that she was going to be released, could feel the shared indignation brewing, that after everything--the trial, the testimonies, the evidence--it was all about to be undone. Wed been waiting for it. Hungry for information, sharing links and refreshing the neighborhood message board. Javier Cora had put the details up, without context, and Id seen the comments coming through in quick succession: Channel 3. Now. Watching... Jesus Christ. How is this LEGAL? We knew better by now than to say too much on the message board, but we had all seen it. Ruby Fletcher, wearing the same thing shed worn the day she was taken in, a banner across the bottom of the screen as she stood in the center of a crowd of microphones: PRESUMED INNOCENT. Simple yet effective, if maybe not entirely true. The trial had been tainted, the investigation deemed unfair, the verdict thrown out. Whether Ruby was innocent was a different matter entirely. "Yesterday," she said breathlessly, euphorically, face turned up toward the ceiling, "was wild ." Shed seemed so poised, so stoic, on television. A suppressed version of the Ruby I knew. But as shed spoken, I had leaned toward the television from my spot on the couch. Even from afar, she could bend the gravity of a room her way. On the broadcast, Id heard a reporter call out to her: How are you feeling, Ruby? And her eyes had crinkled in that charming way she had of holding back a smile, as she looked straight at the camera, straight at me, for a beat before responding: Im just looking forward to getting on with my life. To putting this all behind me. And yet, twenty-four hours later, she had come straight back here--to the scene of the crime for which shed been incarcerated--to face it. THE FIRST THING RUBY wanted was a beer. It wasnt yet noon, but Ruby never worried about such mundane things as public perception or social approval. Didnt try to make an excuse, like the rest of us here might-- summer hours; rounding up-- craving acceptance or someone else to join in our small rebellions. She stood in front of the fridge, letting the cold air wash over her, and said, "Oh, man, this feels so good," like it was something she had missed. She closed her eyes as she tipped back the bottle of beer, her throat exposed and moving. Then her gaze drifted over to the knife on the counter, to the cubes of watermelon. She picked one up and popped it in her mouth, chewing with exaggerated slowness, savoring it. A faintly sweet scent carried through the room, and I imagined the taste in my own mouth as she licked her lips. I wondered if this would go on indefinitely: every item, every experience, something unexpected and taken for granted. Wild. My phone buzzed from where Id left it beside the sink. Neither of us made a move to look at it. "How long, do you think, before everyone knows?" she asked, one side of her mouth quirked up as she leaned against the counter. As if she could sense the texts coming through. Not long. Not here. As soon as someone saw her, it would b Details ISBN1982147288 Author Megan Miranda Short Title Such a Quiet Place Pages 352 Publisher Simon & Schuster Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 1982147288 ISBN-13 9781982147280 Format Hardcover Publication Date 2021-07-13 Subtitle A Novel DEWEY 813/.6 Imprint Simon & Schuster UK Release Date 2021-07-13 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:132745329;

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