Book : The Fear - Preston, Natasha

-Titulo Original : The Fear

-Fabricante :

Delacorte Press

-Descripcion Original:

The instant New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller! Hot on the heels of the New York Times bestsellers The Twin and The Lake, the undisputed queen of YA thrillers is back. Dont be afraid. Be terrified. It’s just a stupid meme that’s going around their small fishing town in the dead of winter-people reposting and sharing their biggest fear. But when her classmates start turning up dead-dying in the way that they said scared them the most-Izzy knows it’s no joke. With each death hitting closer to home, Izzy sets out to try to stop the killer. Could her older sister’s friend Tristan have something to do with the deaths? He’s given her some strange vibes. Or what about his brooding cousin, Axel? But he’s in her classes at school. He’s not a murderer . . . is he? Izzie’s soon on a path that will lead her right to the killer . . . and her own worst nightmare. Review Praise for The Fear: A New York Times bestseller! A USA TODAY bestseller! A Publishers Weekly bestseller! This fast-paced thriller will keep readers guessing.--Kirkus About the Author Natasha Preston is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Cellar, The Cabin, Awake, You Will Be Mine, The Lost, The Twin, and her latest, The Lake. A UK native, she discovered her love of writing when she shared a story online--and hasnt looked back. She enjoys writing romance, thrillers, gritty YA, and the occasional serial killer. Visit Natasha online and follow @AuthorNPreston on Twitter and @authornatashapreston on . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. oneIzzySnow coats the ground like a fluffy blanket. It looks beautiful, like thousands of tiny crystals that glisten in the sun. But it also conceals what could be underneath.Last winter it took two months-­until the snow finally melted-­to find my neighbor’s dead dog. Two full months that little terrier had been lying there, just yards from their front door.Anything could be lurking under the snow.We have a couple of months left of freezing conditions, but the air has been warming. Not quite enough to make the snow melt or stop it from falling, but just enough so that I don’t feel like I’m being punched in the lungs every time I step outside.I walk to my car and immediately blast the heat. The roads are clear, as they’re plowed regularly, giving the impression that they’ve been carved out of the ten inches of snow that frames them.More storms are in the forecast.The sun is up, but gray clouds stop it from making an appearance. January is perpetual nighttime in our little fishing town. When my car is warm, I flick the lights on and back out of the driveway. Luckily, my dad shoveled yesterday, or I’d be late to school.I better get accepted into Florida State. No more freezing air, no more winter coats and woolly hats, and no more wondering if there’s anything dead under the snow.My sister, Lia, escaped to college in North Carolina last year, and she’s enjoying the warmer climate-­and the food-­immensely.It’s senior year, and I still haven’t gotten Justin Rae to notice that I exist or told my best friend, Sydney-­Syd-­that I don’t really like going to parties, the mall, or any other place she drags me to.We’re supposed to be going to Mariella Whitmore’s party tonight. Rich girl, wants to marry a billionaire, says “like” a lot-­you know the type.Lia calls me a shadow person because I follow silently and never stick up for myself.I’d be offended if it weren’t completely true.My car rumbles as I pull into the parking lot. I park in the same spot as always, Lia’s old one.I check myself out in the visor mirror. My complexion is fair, clear skin and rosy cheeks that I’m so grateful for, because I’m terrible at applying makeup. My hair is naturally wavy, which suits me just fine, because I prefer to sleep in rather than waking early to style it. I have the same hazel eyes as my sister, though my left eye has a ton of green specks. Syd says it’s coo