Girl in Snow
A Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
"An exciting debut from a talented new voice. Girl in Snow is a propulsive mystery set in a suburban community marked by unsettling voyeurism. Danya Kukafka patiently reveals layers of her characters' inner lives-their ugliness and vulnerabilities-in...
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"An exciting debut from a talented new voice. Girl in Snow is a propulsive mystery set in a suburban community marked by unsettling voyeurism. Danya Kukafka patiently reveals layers of her characters' inner lives-their ugliness and vulnerabilities-in prose that sparkles and wounds. I couldn't put this one down." -Brit Bennett, New York Times bestselling author of The MothersAn addictive debut thriller about the mysterious death of a small-town golden girl and the secret lives of three people connected to her: the social misfit who loved her from afar, the rebellious girl who despised her, and the policeman investigating her death.
As morning dawns in a sleepy Colorado suburb, a dusting of snow covers high school freshman Lucinda Hayes's dead body on a playground carousel. As accusations quickly spread, Lucinda's tragic death draws three outsiders from the shadows.
Oddball Cameron Whitley loved-still loves-Lucinda. Though they've hardly ever spoken, and any sensible onlooker would call him Lucinda's stalker, Cameron is convinced that he knows her better than anyone. Completely untethered by the news of her death, Cameron's erratic behavior provides the town ample reason to suspect that he's the killer.
Jade Dixon-Burns hates Lucinda. Lucinda took everything from Jade: her babysitting job, and her best friend. The worst part was Lucinda's blissful ignorance to the damage she'd wrought.
Officer Russ Fletcher doesn't know Lucinda, but he knows the kid everyone is talking about, the boy who may have killed her. Cameron Whitley is his ex-partner's son. Now Russ must take a painful journey through the past to solve Lucinda's murder and keep a promise he made long ago.
Girl in Snow investigates the razor-sharp line between love and obsession and will thrill fans of Everything I Never Told You and Luckiest Girl Alive. Intoxicating and intense, this is a novel you will not be able to put down.
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Girl in Snow When they told him Lucinda Hayes was dead, Cameron thought of her shoulder blades and how they framed her naked spine, like a pair of static lungs.
They called an assembly.
The teachers buzzed against the far wall of the gymnasium, checking their watches and craning their necks. Cameron sat next to Ronnie in the top corner of the bleachers. He bit his fingernails and watched everyone spin about. His left pinky finger, already cracked and dry, began to bleed around the cuticle.
"What do you think this is for?" Ronnie said. Ronnie never brushed his teeth in the morning. There were zits around the corners of his mouth, and they were white and full at the edges. Cameron leaned away.
Principal Barnes stood at the podium on the half-court line, adjusting his jacket. The ninth-grade class snapped their gum and laughed in little groups, hiking up their backpacks and squeaking colorful shoes across the gymnasium floor.
"Can everyone hear me?" Principal Barnes said, hands on each side of the podium. He brushed a line of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, squeezed his eyes shut.
"Jefferson High School is in the midst of a tragedy," Principal Barnes said. "Last night, we were forced to say good-bye to one of our most gifted students. It is with regret that I inform you of the passing of your classmate, Miss Lucinda Hayes."
The microphone shrieked, crackled.
In the days following, Cameron would remember this as the moment he lost her. The hum of the overhead fluorescent lights created a rhythm in time with the whispers that blossomed from every direction. If this moment were a song, Cameron thought, it would be a quiet song-the sort of song that drowned you in your own miserable chest. It was stunning and tender. It dropped, it shattered, and Cameron could only feel the weight of this melody, this song that felt both crushing and delicate.
"Fuck," Ronnie whispered. The song built and built and built, a steady rush.
... mehr
It took Cameron six more seconds to notice that no one had a face.
He leaned over the edge of the bleachers and vomited through the railings.
Last night:
Almond eyes glaring out onto the lawn. A pink palm spread wide on Lucinda's bedroom window screen. The clouds overhead, moving in fast, a gray sheet shaken out over midnight suede.
"The nurse said you threw up," Mom said when she picked him up, later that afternoon.
Cameron nudged the crushed crackers and lint on the carpet of the minivan, pushing them into small mountains with the side of his snow boot. Mom took a sip of coffee from her travel mug.
After the initial drama had simmered down, everyone had gathered outside the gymnasium to speculate. The baseball boys said she was raped. The loser girls said she killed herself. Ronnie had agreed. She probably killed herself, don't you think? She was always writing in that journal. I bet she left a note. Dude, your fucking throw-up is on my shoe.
"Cameron," Mom tried again, three streets later. She was using her sympathetic voice. Mom had the sort of sympathetic voice that Cameron hated-it seeped from her throat in sugary spurts. He hated to imagine his sadness inside her. Mom didn't deserve any of it.
"I know this is hard. This shouldn't happen to people your age-especially not to girls like Lucinda."
"Mom. Stop."
Cameron rested his forehead against the frosted window. He wondered if a forehead print was like a fingerprint. It was probably less identifiable, because foreheads weren't necessar
It took Cameron six more seconds to notice that no one had a face.
He leaned over the edge of the bleachers and vomited through the railings.
Last night:
Almond eyes glaring out onto the lawn. A pink palm spread wide on Lucinda's bedroom window screen. The clouds overhead, moving in fast, a gray sheet shaken out over midnight suede.
"The nurse said you threw up," Mom said when she picked him up, later that afternoon.
Cameron nudged the crushed crackers and lint on the carpet of the minivan, pushing them into small mountains with the side of his snow boot. Mom took a sip of coffee from her travel mug.
After the initial drama had simmered down, everyone had gathered outside the gymnasium to speculate. The baseball boys said she was raped. The loser girls said she killed herself. Ronnie had agreed. She probably killed herself, don't you think? She was always writing in that journal. I bet she left a note. Dude, your fucking throw-up is on my shoe.
"Cameron," Mom tried again, three streets later. She was using her sympathetic voice. Mom had the sort of sympathetic voice that Cameron hated-it seeped from her throat in sugary spurts. He hated to imagine his sadness inside her. Mom didn't deserve any of it.
"I know this is hard. This shouldn't happen to people your age-especially not to girls like Lucinda."
"Mom. Stop."
Cameron rested his forehead against the frosted window. He wondered if a forehead print was like a fingerprint. It was probably less identifiable, because foreheads weren't necessar
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Autoren-Porträt von Danya Kukafka
Danya Kukafka is a graduate of New York University's Gallatin School of Individualized Study. Girl in Snow is her first novel.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Danya Kukafka
- 2017, Export, 368 Seiten, Maße: 15,6 x 23,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Simon & Schuster US
- ISBN-10: 1501175424
- ISBN-13: 9781501175428
- Erscheinungsdatum: 26.07.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
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