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Caroline Kepnes, 1965

Mystery, thriller & crime Contemporary fictionRomance

A bookseller's charming voice turns obsession into a love story you can't look away from—and can't quite trust.

Feels like dread and wonder. About love and power.

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Why finishing a book feels like a breakup.

The problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don’t want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates.
Excerpt from You, Caroline Kepnes, Random House 1965. Quoted for discovery. Source Rights & removals

Caroline Kepnes.Kepnes was a journalist and Entertainment Weekly writer before her debut novel, You, became a Netflix series.

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Feels like dread and wonder. About love and power.
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If you liked You, try A Game of Thrones (George R.R. Martin), Leather & Lark (Brynne Weaver) and The Ritual (Shantel Tessier).

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