title: The Girls: A Novel
author:  Emma Cline 
description: &ldquo;Spellbinding . . . A seductive and arresting coming-of-age story hinged on Charles Manson, told in sentences at times so finely wrought they could almost be worn as jewelry . . . [Emma] Cline gorgeously maps the topography of one loneliness-ravaged adolescent heart. She gives us the fictional truth of a girl chasing danger beyond her comprehension, in a Summer of Longing and Loss.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b><br><br> &ldquo;[<i>The Girls</i> reimagines] the American novel . . . Like Mary Gaitskill&rsquo;s <i>Veronica</i> or Lorrie Moore&rsquo;s <i>Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?,</i> <i>The Girls</i> captures a defining friendship in its full humanity with a touch of rock-memoir, tell-it-like-it-really-was attitude.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>Vogue</i></b><br><br> &ldquo;Debut novels like this are rare, indeed. . . . The most remarkable quality of this novel is Cline&rsquo;s ability to articulate the anxieties of adolescence in language that&rsquo;s gorgeously poetic without mangling the authenticity of a teenager&rsquo;s consciousness. The adult&rsquo;s melancholy reflection and the girl&rsquo;s swelling impetuousness are flawlessly braided together. . . . For a story that traffics in the lurid notoriety of the Manson murders, <i>The Girls</i> is an extraordinary act of restraint. With the maturity of a writer twice her age, Cline has written a wise novel that&rsquo;s never showy: a quiet, seething confession of yearning and terror.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>The Washington Post</i></b><br><br> &ldquo;Outstanding . . . Cline&rsquo;s novel is an astonishing work of imagination&mdash;remarkably atmospheric, preternaturally intelligent, and brutally feminist. . . . Cline painstakingly destroys the separation between art and faithful representation to create something new, wonderful, and disorienting.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>The Boston Globe</i></b><br><br> &ldquo;Finely intelligent, often superbly written, with flashingly brilliant sentences, . . . Cline&rsquo;s first novel, <i>The Girls</i>, is a song of innocence and experience. . . . In another way, though, Cline&rsquo;s novel is itself a complicated mixture of freshness and worldly sophistication. . . . At her frequent best, Cline sees the world exactly and generously. On every other page, it seems, there is something remarkable&mdash;an immaculate phrase, a boldly modifying adverb, a metaphor or simile that makes a sudden, electric connection between its poles. . . . Much of this has to do with Cline&rsquo;s ability to look again, like a painter, and see (or sense) things better than most of us do.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>The New Yorker</i></b><br><br> &ldquo;Breathtaking . . . So accomplished that it&rsquo;s hard to believe it&rsquo;s a debut. Cline&rsquo;s powerful characters linger long after the final page.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>Entertainment Weekly</i> (Summer Must List)</b><br><br> &ldquo;A mesmerizing and sympathetic portrait of teen girls.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>People</i> (Summer&rsquo;s Best Books)</b><br><br> &ldquo;<i>The Girls</i> isn&rsquo;t a Wikipedia novel, it&rsquo;s not one of those historical novels that congratulates the present on its improvements over the past, and it doesn&rsquo;t impose today&rsquo;s ideas on the old days. As the smartphone-era frame around Evie&rsquo;s story implies, Cline is interested in the Manson chapter for the way it amplifies the novel&rsquo;s traditional concerns. Pastoral, marriage plot, crime story&mdash;the novel of the cult has it all.&rdquo;<b>&mdash;<i>New York Magazine</i></b>
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  _The Boy Next Door  
  _ By Stevie J. Cole
  
  
  Thanks to an abusive father and a string of bad relationships, Riley McCage
  learned the hard way that people are not kind Sorority Secrets: The virgins of
  Beta Kappa Nu would do anything for each other. Even auction off their most
  valuable asset...
  
  
  I’ve been in love with Emma since we were thirteen years old.
  
  
  That part is real. But nothing else they say about me is true.
  
  
  The way she looks at me from across the room, how she makes my old T-shirts
  look good, how perfect she feels when she’s in my arms. That’s what I want to
  picture when I think about Emma. Not a crazy auction where she gives it up to
  some random creep.
  
  
  I can’t let it happen. I won’t let it happen.
  
  
  Despite the tattoos, despite the rumors, despite my reputation as a class-A
  player—there’s never been anyone else. In my bed or in my heart.
  
  
  It’s always been Emma.
  
  
  This book is approximately 19,500 words