Bones meets Fringe in a big, dark, scary, brilliantly-plotted urban thriller that will leave you guessing until the very end.
Nearly Boswell knows how to keep secrets. Living in a DC trailer park, she knows better than to share anything that would make her a target with her classmates. Like her mother's job as an exotic dancer, her obsession with the personal ads, and especially the emotions she can taste when she brushes against someone's skin. But when a serial killer goes on a killing spree and starts attacking students, leaving cryptic ads in the newspaper that only Nearly can decipher, she confides in the one person she shouldn't trust: the new guy at school—a reformed bad boy working undercover for the police, doing surveillance. . . on her.
Nearly might be the one person who can put all the clues together, and if she doesn't figure it all out soon—she'll be next.
Hello everyone! I’m very excited to host Elle Cosimano, author of Nearly Gone, today on Ticket to Anywhere. This book sounds super exciting (with just a wee bit of creep factor tossed in) and I can’t wait to read it. Keep reading and learn where Elle found her inspiration for this story which is available now at your favorite book retailer.
Welcome to the NEARLY GONE blog tour. We at Penguin are especially excited about Elle Cosimano’s smart, but scary debut (caution: avoid reading this one before bedtime!). Over the next three weeks, Elle will share the secrets behind NEARLY GONE on a Monday/Wednesday/Friday basis, so be sure to be on the lookout for new posts!
Elle in her own words:
The most common question I’m asked is, “Where do you find inspiration for your books?” For me, kernels of inspiration turn up in unexpected places.
The idea for the mystery in NEARLY GONE came from watching a co-worker read the personal ads at work. She was in the middle of a painful divorce, and she spent her free time making fun of the Missed Connections ads in the local paper. But when she thought she was alone, I couldn’t help but notice how lonely she looked while reading those ads. Like she was hoping that one of them might be searching for her. Nearly Boswell’s character grew from that image, of a lonely woman who was too ashamed to admit that she yearned not to be.
I started wondering what would happen if someone posted an ominous ad, one that sought destruction rather than connection. One that promised danger instead of love. What if there were more than one ad? More than one victim? What if there was a pattern? And who best to solve a pattern than a natural-born sleuth? Better yet, what if those messages had been intended for that lonely young woman all along?
And from there, both the character and the mystery were born.