See Jane Run

See Jane Run

One secret will change everything… When Riley first gets the postcard tucked into her bag, she thinks it's a joke. Then she finds a birth certificate for a girl named Jane Elizabeth O'Leary hidden inside her baby book. Riley's parents have always been pretty overprotective. What if it wasn't for her safety...but fear of her finding out their secret? What have they been hiding? The more Riley digs for answers, the more questions she has. The only way to know the truth? Find out what happened to Jane O'Leary. Praise for Truly, Madly, Deadly "A fast-paced thriller."― Kirkus Reviews "What a ride! Full of twists and turns ― including an ending you won't see coming!"―April Henry, New York Times bestselling author of The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die Gr 9 Up—Riley Spencer's parents have her on an ultra-tight leash and insist on monitoring her every move. When they finally relent and permit her to attend an overnight college visit with classmates and many chaperones, Riley and her friend Shelby are ecstatic. They plan to see Hudson University, where Riley's dad matriculated. As the girls rummage through cartons to find old Hudson shirts and memorabilia, they come across Riley's baby book. Strangely, it has no pictures of her prior to age three. Instead, it contains a birth certificate for "Jane Elizabeth O'Leary." Is Riley really Jane? Are her parents kidnappers? Riley begins receiving mysterious messages, and her sleuthing soon leads her into terrible danger. This suspenseful thriller is well paced with carefully developed characters and sharp dialogue. Sure to be popular in many collections, especially where Caroline B. Cooney's The Face on the Milk Carton (Delacorte, 1990) is loved.—Susan Riley, Mamaroneck Public Library, NY The birth certificate that falls out of Riley’s baby book has another girl’s name on it—Jane Elizabeth O’Leary. From there on, Riley’s questions about her past begin to mount. Why are there no photos in her baby album from before her toddlerhood? Why have her parents always been so overprotective of her? And who is this Jane O’Leary? While in pursuit of answers, 17-year-old Riley unravels unsettling mysteries about her family, and soon it seems that she’s not alone in trying to find the truth about herself and Jane. Suddenly, Riley can no longer trust her parents, her memories, or anything she ever thought true about herself—just as she starts receiving haunting postcards and unnerving visits that threaten to push her paranoia over the edge. A captivating mixture of mystery and thriller, the latest from Jayne (Truly, Madly, Deadly, 2013) is suspenseful but not overtly scary. From the heart-pounding pace to the compelling puzzle at its core, this page-turner will appeal to fans of Caroline B. Cooney’s classic, The Face on the Milk Carton (1990). Grades 8-11. --Lexi Walters Wright "A captivating mixture of mystery and thriller, the latest from Jayne is suspenseful but not overtly scary. From the heart-pounding pace to the compelling puzzle at its core, this page-turner will appeal." ― Booklist "This suspenseful thriller is well paced with carefully developed characters and sharp dialogue. " ― School Library Journal "Jayne swiftly establishes a sense of urgency . . . The weightiest elements of the novel are Riley's growing sense of independence and her process of staking claim to her identity." ― Publishers Weekly "The premise is certainly an interesting one, reminiscent of Cooney’s classic The Face on the Milk Carton, and the characters are appealing . . . [an]entertaining read." ― Kirkus Reviews Hannah Jayne lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and writes cozy mysteries, young adult fiction, chick lit, and grocery lists that she never seems to remember to bring to the grocery store. Hannah shares a house with two neurotic, feet-attacking cats and has Kryptonite-like weakness for donuts. Visit www.hannahjschwartz.com. ONE "No, Riley. No way." "But, Dad, you haven't even heard―" Riley Spencer's father took a slurping sip from his coffee cup and looked over the rim at his daughter. "I said no. End of discussion." Riley blew out a sigh and crossed the kitchen, slamming the cupboard door after retrieving a coffee cup. "I hope you're pouring that for me," her mother said, coming up over her shoulder and slipping the now-full cup out of Riley's hands. "What's going on?" Riley fumed. "I can't go on the school trip―the school trip to look at colleges―and now I can't even drink a cup of coffee! It's like you want to keep me here in this stupid little fortress forever!" Riley's parents were staring at her, her father in mid-sip with newspaper in one hand, her mother with a glint of a half-smile on her pale pink lips. "Ry, we talked about this." "No," Riley said, "we did not talk about this. You talked about this. And no one said I couldn't drink coffee." Her father shrugged and went back to his paper. "Have a cup of coffee. Be five foot two for the rest of your life. See if I care." "We alre