From the author of the Roswell High series, an “engaging mystery” about a teen who discovers she has a paranormal gift, and a killer on her trail (School Library Journal). Rae can’t tell anyone about the voices she hears in her head. If she does, they’ll lock her up in the hospital again, only this time, they’ll throw away the key. She wouldn’t blame them either. Rae does feel like she’s losing her mind. This is how her insane mother must have felt right before she died. All this makes life at Rae’s private high school lonelier than ever. Anthony might be the only friend she has right now, if she can even call the empathetic stranger in her group therapy session a friend. But when someone sets off a bomb in a bathroom with Rae as the intended target, Anthony is the only person Rae can turn to. Only problem? Anthony is the number one suspect . . . “[A] fast pace and original premise.” —Publishers Weekly
This power that I have—this ability to reach inside people's minds and know their thoughts... Anthony says it's a gift. But ever since this gift started, my life has been in danger. And now someone I care about is in trouble because of me. I have to help him—if I can find him. Where is he?
Can't believe she did that . . . . . . at four-thirty I have to . . . . . . I hate this place . . . Rae Voight is losing her mind. When she walks down the halls of Sanderson Prep, she hears voices . . . even when no one is talking. Other people's thoughts crowd her head, a confusing tangle of insecurities and dark secrets. Just when Rae reaches her breaking point, one voice comes screaming through the din, loud and clear: . . . Rae must die . . . If Rae doesn't figure out who the thought belongs to soon, she could lose more than just her sanity.
When Rae touches your fingerprints, she knows your thoughts. And everybody has thoughts that no one else should ever know. When Rae finally discovers who is out to kill her, she must find facts about the past to protect herself -- and quick.
It was Anthony who helped me understand what I can do-who showed me that I wasn't crazy. I was only trying to thank him, to help him find what he's been searching for his entire life. But he thinks I've betrayed him. He doesn't understand that the answers I found aren't what either one of us expected-and the truth could hurt me as much as it hurts him.
Sometimes, when I touch things, words fill my head. Words that feel like thoughts—thoughts that are inside of me...but not mine. I used to think I was crazy. Used to. I'm starting to wonder if there's a reason for all the voices that tangle together in my mind. And if I'm right, then it's not my sanity I'm worried about—it's my life.
FINALIST FOR THE 2021 BOOKER PRIZE & A NEW YORK TIMES TOP 10 BOOK OF 2021 WINNER OF THE DYLAN THOMAS PRIZE “A book that reads like a prose poem, at once sublime, profane, intimate, philosophical, witty and, eventually, deeply moving.” —New York Times Book Review, Editors’ Choice “Wow. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much reading a book. What an inventive and startling writer…I’m so glad I read this. I really think this book is remarkable.” —David Sedaris From "a formidably gifted writer" (The New York Times Book Review), a book that asks: Is there life after the internet? As this urgent, genre-defying book opens, a woman who has recently been elevated to prominence for her social media posts travels around the world to meet her adoring fans. She is overwhelmed by navigating the new language and etiquette of what she terms "the portal," where she grapples with an unshakable conviction that a vast chorus of voices is now dictating her thoughts. When existential threats--from climate change and economic precariousness to the rise of an unnamed dictator and an epidemic of loneliness--begin to loom, she posts her way deeper into the portal's void. An avalanche of images, details, and references accumulate to form a landscape that is post-sense, post-irony, post-everything. "Are we in hell?" the people of the portal ask themselves. "Are we all just going to keep doing this until we die?" Suddenly, two texts from her mother pierce the fray: "Something has gone wrong," and "How soon can you get here?" As real life and its stakes collide with the increasingly absurd antics of the portal, the woman confronts a world that seems to contain both an abundance of proof that there is goodness, empathy, and justice in the universe, and a deluge of evidence to the contrary. Fragmentary and omniscient, incisive and sincere, No One Is Talking About This is at once a love letter to the endless scroll and a profound, modern meditation on love, language, and human connection from a singular voice in American literature.
