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Promise Not to Tell: A Novel by Jennifer McMahon
Book Summary InformationAuthor: Jennifer McMahon Edition: Paperback Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language); English (Published) Published: 2007-04-10 ISBN: 0061143316 Number of pages: 250 Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks
Book Reviews of Promise Not to Tell: A NovelBook Review: Promise Not To Tell - Appeals to Teens and Adults Summary: 5 Stars
Promise Not To Tell is a coming of age story, a gripping murder mystery and psychological thriller.
Set in both present and past, Promise Not To Tell, is a story of friendship, secrets, murder. Main character Kate Cypher is a quiet school nurse who returns to Vermont to care for her aging, demented mother.
The might Kate returns home, a girl is murdered -- a murder that resembles the murder of her friend, Del, known as the "Potato Girl" 30 years earlier.
Kate becomes drawn into the investigation surrounding this new murder, and her life unfolds in a terrifying way: she worries that she betrayed the misunderstood and taunted Del, while also worrying that Del's killer may be on the loose. Kate's mother, Jean, though struggling with Alzheimer's, seems to communicate with ghostly spirits and may have the answers Kate is looking for.
Kate looks up her childhood sweetheart who believes the "Potato Girl's ghost is live and well in the woods and is looking for revenge. The past and present interweave in this story, combining supernatural elements. McMahon's coup de grace is the sensitive portrait she draws of the Potato Girl, all the while making the reader painfully aware of the destruction of childhood bullying.
A thrilling must read, written in a highly engrossing style. Appeals to teens, older children and adults.
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Excerpt:
"Late April, 1971
"Touch it," she said.
"No way. Gross."
"I dare you."
"No way. God, what happened to its eyes?"
" Pecked out, I guess. Or just dried up and fell out."
" Sick." I shivered. Partly from the cold breeze, partly from the idea of those eyes. It was early spring. The ground below us was thick mud, still half frozen. The week before we'd had the last snowstorm of the season and there were still patches of it clinging to the ground, melting in pools and rivers across the lumpy field.
" Come on, Kate, you gotta do what I say. When you're at my house, I make the rules. You were the one caught trespassing. I could have you arrested. Or get my daddy to come out here with his shotgun. Now touch it!"
" I will if you will."
Del's pale face contorted into a smile. She reached out and stroked the dead bird, starting at its head and moving her fingers with their dirty nails all the way back to its tail feathers. Her touch seemed almost loving -- like the bird was her pet parakeet, a creature she'd named and fed. A bird whose song she knew by heart. Some Tweety Bird, Polly-Want-a-Cracker kind of pet.
The putrid crow swung heavy on its wire. She gave it a shove, making it fly toward me. It was as if Del and I were playing some sick game of tetherball. I jumped back. She laughed, throwing back her head with its stringy blond hair. She opened her mouth wide and I noticed that her right front tooth was chipped. Just a little corner was missing, not something you'd notice unless you were looking.
The crow swung, its left foot wrapped and tied with white plastic-covered wire -- tougher than string, Del explained. It dangled about three feet from the top of a tall wooden stake driven into the center of the small field where uneven rows of green peas were just coming up. Smaller wooden stakes lined the rows, and rusty wire mesh was stapled to the stakes, forming a trellis for the peas to climb.
Del said her brother Nicky had shot the crow two weeks before. He caught it pecking the pea seeds up out of the dirt before they'd even had a chance to sprout and got it with his BB gun. Then he and his daddy hung the crow up just like they did each year, a warning to other crows to stay away.
I reached out and touched the greasy black feathers of its ragged wing. Bugs crawled there, working their way under the feathers and into the flesh. Metallic green flies buzzed in the air. Although dead, the bird pulsed with life. It stank like old hamburger left in the sun. Like the raccoon my mother once found under our porch back in Massachusetts, way back under the floorboards where no one could reach it. It just had to rot there. My mother sprinkled quicklime through the cracks in the porch floor, letting it fall down onto the bloated corpse like Christmas snow. For weeks, the smell permeated the porch, worked its way into windows and open doors, hung on our clothes, skin, and hair. There's nothing like the smell of death. There's no mistaking it."
Summary of Promise Not to Tell: A Novel Forty-one-year-old school nurse Kate Cypher has returned home to rural Vermont to care for her mother who's afflicted with Alzheimer's. On the night she arrives, a young girl is murdered?a horrific crime that eerily mirrors another from Kate's childhood. Three decades earlier, her dirt-poor friend Del?shunned and derided by classmates as "Potato Girl"?was brutally slain. Del's killer was never found, while the victim has since achieved immortality in local legends and ghost stories. Now, as this new murder investigation draws Kate irresistibly in, her past and present collide in terrifying, unexpected ways. Because nothing is quite what it seems . . . and the grim specters of her youth are far from forgotten. More than just a murder mystery, Jennifer McMahon's extraordinary debut novel, Promise Not to Tell, is a story of friendship and family, devotion and betrayal?tautly written, deeply insightful, beautifully evocative, and utterly unforgettable.
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