"They say only the good die young, but that's just a line in a stupid song we used to sing. It isn't real. It isn't true. I know that because Shaila Arnold was so many things --brilliant and funny, confident and wild. But honestly? She wasn't all that good."
I have had
many disappointments in relation to book releases this year. Let me preface this review by stating that Jessica Goodman's
They Wish They Were Us was
not one of them. Rather, it
exceeded my expectations, and left me
eager for the coming TV adaptation,
The Players' Table.
Jill Newman isn't like her classmates at Long Island's prestigious
Gold Coast Prep. She doesn't come from money, or have the ability to
hop to the Hamptons or
hideaway in a luxe Manhattan penthouse when she needs a break from Gold Coast. What she does have, however, is
The Players. Initiated into the
not-so-secret secret society as a freshman after a year of {torturous} hazing playfully known as
pops; Jill has
finally made it to the Players
top tier. As a senior, she'll have the chance to
call the shots and right all of the wrongs that the Players have done over the years - including taking their group of eight down to a group of six.
About that...
During Jill's year of initiation, she was surrounded by seven other classmates all
vying for spots in the Players Club: Nikki, Shaila, Graham, Quentin, Henry, Marla, and Robert. Some were her
nearest and dearest {Shaila}, and others she hardly knew. On the night of initiation, however, two were ruined: Shaila was found dead, and Graham, her
devoted boyfriend, admitted guilt. In the blink of an eye, multiple lives changed forever. Outgoing Shaila was carted off in a bodybag, frozen at 15; Graham was shipped away to a {posh} juvenile detention center; and Jill was left, a
shell of her former self - but a
Player. On the night of Shaila's death, Jill and Nikki form an unbreakable bond that has followed the two over the years; but a
blast from the past is about to change the
Players forever as they know it.
Rachel Calloway was once queen of the Players. But then her brother, Graham, was charged with the murder of Shaila Arnold, and she disappeared from Gold Coast. Now she’s
returned. Or, at least,
her voice has. When Jill receives an
unexpected text from Rachel, proclaiming that
Graham is innocent, Jill is skeptical. But when she’s asked to partake in clearing his name,
she’s in. Sick of seeing her baby brother, Jared,
morph into a Player {and alternate version of himself} during his
initiation year has pushed Jill over the edge – as has Nikki’s blatant
abuse of power as this year’s Player Queen. So much so that Jill quits the
illustrious club, and
changes sides. Now she’s on a mission to
capture Shaila’s real killer, before the killer catches her.
Cliched, predictable, a little farfetched…They Wish They Were Us is all of these things. But even for the person who
grew up on the Upper East Side with
Gossip Girl whispering in their ear; or the readers who
pored over the pages of Shepard’s
Pretty Little Liars tales, attempting to
unmask A,
They Wish They Were Us offers an escape – a chance to
dive into a world full of beauty, privilege, and scandal.
While Jill Newman is a
feisty, brainy, determined feminist her character oftentimes falls flat, and
pales in comparison to her buried bestie, Shaila Arnold. Like
Alison DiLaurentis before her, Shaila
shines bright like a diamond within the pages – captivating the reader with each appearance, and leaving one longing to have seen her in life,
not just immortalized in death. Though certainly not the
kindest of characters, Shaila steals the show time and time again, in the same fashion as Shepard’s Ali.
Likely you will
unravel the mystery before Jill;
but that’s okay. Come for the
glitz. Come for the
glamour. Stay for
justice to prevail.
Star Rating: ****
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