Reconstructing Amelia: A Novel
In Reconstructing Amelia, the stunning debut novel from Kimberly McCreight, Kate's in the middle of the biggest meeting of her career when she gets the telephone call from Grace Hall, her daughter’s exclusive private school in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Amelia has been suspended, effective immediately, and Kate must come get her daughter—now. But Kate’s stress over leaving work quickly turns to panic when she arrives at the school and finds it surrounded by police officers, fire trucks, and an ambulance. By then it’s already too late for Amelia. And for Kate.
An academic overachiever despondent over getting caught cheating has jumped to her death. At least that’s the story Grace Hall tells Kate. And clouded as she is by her guilt and grief, it is the one she forces herself to believe. Until she gets an anonymous text: She didn’t jump.
Reconstructing Amelia is about secret first loves, old friendships, and an all-girls club steeped in tradition. But, most of all, it’s the story of how far a mother will go to vindicate the memory of a daughter whose life she couldn’t save.
Fans of Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl will find Reconstructing Amelia just as gripping and surprising.
process all at once. “So what happened between you and Amelia on the roof was an accident, like your mom said, Zadie?” Lew seemed to be deliberately trying to fan the flames. “The two of you had an argument about Dylan, maybe. It got out of hand?” “Stop it! Stop talking to her!” Adele screamed at Lew. “I know you don’t have an arrest warrant. You would have shown it to us if you did.” “No, ma’am, we don’t,” Lew said. “We were just trying to get some questions answered. You’re within your
always knew when she was being kind of ridiculous. “Oh, okay,” I said, suddenly feeling kind of lonely. Thirteen was younger than fifteen. Only by two years, but they felt like big years. Maybe there was something wrong with me. Not that I could really expect my mom to make me feel better when I wasn’t even telling her what we were really talking about. “Thanks. That was all I needed to know.” She leaned forward to give me a hug, talking into my hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it home for
that technologywise, with just this phone, the police aren’t going to be able to do anything different than me.” He handed it back to Kate. “Sorry.” “Thanks anyway,” she said. “Do you think you could maybe help with some other things, like getting everything off my daughter’s laptop, and the texts printed off her phone?” “Definitely,” Duncan said more quietly. His mouth turned down sadly as Kate dumped Amelia’s phone and computer and assorted wires and chargers onto his desk. “But you sure you
They’re always saying I’m trying to act like I’m a kid myself.” She shrugged, looking up at the pictures. “Maybe I am. But you can’t help who you are.” Why Amelia had liked Liv so much was already obvious. “No,” Kate said, “you can’t.” “And I’m sorry about the accommodations.” She motioned to Lew who, with no place to sit, was leaning against the wall. “Offices are given out based on seniority. As you can see from this closet I’ve been in for the past four years, there isn’t a lot of teacher
before standing. “But she needs to leave campus immediately. Before she does any more damage. And she needs not to return, ever.” “I need to see Mr. Woodhouse first,” Kate said, panicking. She was pushing her luck, she knew. But she couldn’t possibly leave Grace Hall without meeting with him. She needed to look in his eyes to know whether he was telling the truth. And she needed answers from Liv, now. “When I spoke with him by phone, he said that I could come by anytime. There’s something else I