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The Cellar [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books
  • Author:  Whitten, A. J.
  • Author:  Whitten, A. J.
  • ISBN-10:  0547232535
  • ISBN-10:  0547232535
  • ISBN-13:  9780547232539
  • ISBN-13:  9780547232539
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Publisher:  HMH Books for Young Readers
  • Pages:  288
  • Pages:  288
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2011
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2011
  • SKU:  0547232535-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0547232535-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 102462297
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Meredith Willis is suspicious of Adrien, the new guy next door. When she dares to sneak a look into the windows of his house, she sees something in the cellar that makes her believe that Adrien might be more than just a creep—he may be an actual monster.

But her sister, Heather, doesn’t share Meredith’s repulsion. Heather believes Adrien is the only guy who really understands her. In fact, she may be falling in love with him. When Adrien and Heather are cast as the leads in the school production ofRomeo and Juliet, to Heather, it feels like fate. To Meredith, it feels like a bad omen. But if she tries to tear the couple apart, she could end up in the last place she’d ever want to be: the cellar. Can Meredith convince her sister that she’s dating the living dead before it’s too late for both of them?

Praise for The Well:

[A] propulsive horror yarn. . . . Fright fans will be plenty satisfied with the homicidal happenings. --Booklist
 
Overall, this is at once frightening and a bit campy, making this a guilty—but still gratifyingly gross—pleasure for horror fans. --Bulletin

Chapter 1

Some days, Meredith, I just . . . I just wish it was me who
died,” my sister said that Tuesday morning in early September.
 I stared at Heather. At sixteen she was a younger version of
me, with darker hair and browner eyes. I was only ten months
older than her but some days felt like a decade older.
 I must have heard her wrong. She talked so softly now, I
was always hearing something other than what she reallysaid.
“You . . . you what?”
 “I just said I wish it had been me. That’s all.” Heather
shrugged. Then she poured a crapload of Cocoa Pebbles into
the new white bowls Mom had bought the week before.
They were ridiculously glÓï

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