The Pact: A Love Story (P.S.)
by:
Jodi Picoult (author)
From Jodi Picoult, one of the most powerful writers in contemporary fiction, comes a riveting, timely, heartbreaking, and terrifying novel of families in anguish—and friendships ripped apart by inconceivable violence. Until the phone calls came at 3:00 a.m. on a November morning, the Golds and...
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From Jodi Picoult, one of the most powerful writers in contemporary fiction, comes a riveting, timely, heartbreaking, and terrifying novel of families in anguish—and friendships ripped apart by inconceivable violence. Until the phone calls came at 3:00 a.m. on a November morning, the Golds and their neighbors, the Hartes, had been inseparable. It was no surprise to anyone when their teenage children, Chris and Emily, began showing signs that their relationship was moving beyond that of lifelong friends. But now seventeen-year-old Emily has been shot to death by her beloved and devoted Chris as part of an apparent suicide pact—leaving two devastated families stranded in the dark and dense predawn, desperate for answers about an unthinkable act and the children they never really knew.
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Format: paperback
ISBN:
9780061765230 (0061765236)
ASIN: 0061765236
Publish date: 2009-05-19
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks
Pages no: 416
Edition language: English
Category:
Young Adult,
Adult Fiction,
Realistic Fiction,
Romance,
Adult,
Mystery,
Drama,
Contemporary,
Womens Fiction,
Chick Lit,
Fiction
I struggled on what rating to give this book, and after a bit of thinking and taking in everything I decided on the current rating. The writing was amazing and I loved the main character but it still felt lacking. It's supposed to be a drama and love story but it hardly had any drama in it. This...
The first Jodi book I read
The Pact: Can we ever really know our children at all? The Pact is a book you may already have heard of. I think it is Jodi Picoult’s second most successful book. Personally, I don’t know why. I mean Jodi Picoult is my favourite author, because the way she writes she is able to make you feel like if...
There was nothing left to say.He covered her bdy with his, and as she put her arms around him she could picture him in all his incarnations: age five, and still blonde; age eleven, sprouting; age thirteen, with the hands of a man. The moon rolled, sloe-eyed in the night sky; and she breathed in the ...