They Wish They Were Us

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This is all well and good, I wouldn't mind the society being a little more public, except that The Players (the name of the society, cue eyeroll here), are actually the main fixture of the whole book. After three years in juvenile detention, he recants the night and declares a retrial under the guidance of a new lawyer. When Jill Newman was a freshman at Long Island's exclusive Gold Coast Prep, her best friend was Shaila.

But now that we’re actually here, parked in the Gold Coast Prep senior lot for the first time, a shiver slinks down my spine. Everyone wants to be a Player, to be admired by everyone and to be the best at everything, just as well. Normally I don't have a problem with keeping track of past and current storylines but it was not executed very well in this book. We’re Marie (she/her) and Nyx (she/her), two sisters screaming about books at each other and now with you, too.eight pledges are nominated from each incoming class, and must endure tests of physical and psychological fortitude before they can become one of The Players—envied for their status, earning them the best table in the cafeteria, the answers to all the tests, as well as favoritism perks extending beyond high school’s small stakes, since players alum go on to become the 1% of…everything? The author did try to throw in some substance when wrapping everything up but it was too little, too late. Todas quieren ser como ella, la envidian, y ser su amiga es lo mejor que te puede pasar en el instituto.

Even the new kids, who were instructed to memorize the stupid words before they even set foot on campus. I was curious though to see if the author was going to come up with some spectacular conclusion in regards to the mystery surrounding Shaila's death. because—although presumably these students are plucking off pieces with their fingies, so if this is a thing that exists, they all have covid now—but if you're serving raw cookie dough at lunch, i'm first in line, before it gets tainted. My high school experience couldn’t have been further from this, so I guess I’m just a sucker for melodrama. In Jill’s freshman year, one of her fellow “initiate” Players was murdered; Shaila Arnolds, the best and the brightest.having to read aloud dialogue from a porno—not being filmed re-enacting, just reading the words while fully clothed, or having to make out with someone of the same sex, these lightweight challenges are pretty standard slumber party fare that shouldn’t cause tears or inspire feelings of scorching humiliation, and yet they do.

Now, all of a sudden, Jill decides to grow a conscience for reasons unbeknownst to the reader (really, no explanation at all) and finally sees that what she has been doing all this time is actionable, to say the least, and tries to stop it. I will say that some of the transitions between past and present were rocky to navigate, but by the end I sort of adjusted to them. In the centre of the story are the ugliest bits of being a part of the elite, similar to what Gossip Girl had to offer.Even after 3 years of her friend's death, she kept that awful secret club alive, along with its inhumane hazing. I blush, remembering this will be the first time we’re seen at school together as a we and inch closer to him, tucking my shoulder into his armpit. Jill's best friend is a freshman at Brown and while their relationship is well-developed, it sort of goes off the rails for me when it takes steps towards romance seemingly out of the blue. I knew she was waiting out front thanks to the deafening notes of Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know.