Missing by Kelley ArmstrongMissing by Kelley Armstrong

Missing

byKelley Armstrong

Hardcover | April 18, 2017

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From the #1 New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong comes a new romantic thriller that will leave fans trembling for more.
 
The only thing Winter Crane likes about Reeve's End is that soon she'll leave it. Like her best friend did. Like her sister did. Like most of the teens born in town have done. There's nothing for them there but abandoned mines and empty futures. They're better off taking a chance elsewhere.
 
The only thing Winter will miss is the woods. Her only refuge. At least it was. Until the day she found Lennon left for dead, bleeding in a tree.
 
But now Lennon is gone too. And he has Winter questioning what she once thought was true. What if nobody left at all? What if they're all missing?
 
"Like Stephen King, who manages an under-the-covers, flashlight-in-face kind of storytelling without sounding ridiculous, Armstrong not only writes interesting page-turners, she has also achieved that unlikely goal, what all writers strive for: a genre of her own." —The Walrus
Kelley Armstrong is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Darkest Powers (The Summoning, The Awakening, and The Reckoning), Darkness Rising (The Gathering, The Calling, and The Rising) and Age of Legends (Sea of Shadows, Empire of Night, and Forest of Ruin) trilogies for teens, and most recently the YA thriller The Masked Tru...
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Title:MissingFormat:HardcoverDimensions:384 pages, 8.5 × 5.7 × 1.2 inPublished:April 18, 2017Publisher:PRH Canada Young ReadersLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0385686420

ISBN - 13:9780385686426

Reviews

Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not all that great I thought this book would be a really good read/amazing but it was short of that. I wasn't really pulled in the whole way through. Does have its gory parts but not that even scary. Kind of boring.
Date published: 2017-09-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An intense read Kelley the top author on my auto-buy list, I cant remember a book by her that I've been disappointed with. She packs thrills, danger, and romance into every story and this book was no different.
Date published: 2017-08-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Epic (and Creepy)!! This book was so intense. I couldn't read fast enough at some points because I was so anxious to see how things turned out and if the characters would survive. This whole book is just simply amazing. The plot, the writing style, the main characters, the villains... everything. Kelly Armstrong is a master at creepy and mysterious story writing. Winter and Jude are sooo brave. Seriously, I would never do half the things they did, I'd be hiding in the safest place I could find. Also, Winter + Jude = My newest ship. They are so sweet together. Do not read this book if you're home alone and its dark outside. I myself went and hung out with my buff brother while I was reading this, because I was getting so freaked out.
Date published: 2017-07-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Intense & Chilling YA Thriller Kelley Armstrong's latest YA thriller is an intense, chilling read that kept me guessing until the very end. But first, I should probably preface this review by saying that Missing does come with some trigger warnings. There is cruelty towards animals, a flashback to a suicide, and domestic violence experienced. While I wouldn't hesitate to recommend Missing for anyone looking for a gripping summer mystery/thriller, this book is definitely intended for a more mature YA audience. Some of the gruesome descriptions (especially of the feral dogs left for dead) made myself even uncomfortable at times, even though it did ramp up the terror and emphasize the horror of the murderer's actions. Missing was fast-paced and addictive, always leaving me feeling tense and anxious to discover what would happen next. The culprit was playing a sick game with Winter and Jude, taunting them over and over again, and I just had to know how they would finally be caught. Winter Crane dreams of leaving the tiny town of Reeve's End as soon as she graduates. Her best friend Edie already left a few months ago, and now Winter is on her own, focused on maintaining her high grades and earning a scholarship. She spends much of her time hunting in the woods and avoiding her drunk father's fists at home in their worn down trailer. She's a tough girl, capable of fending for herself when most kids have the luxury of caring parents or food in their fridge. But Winter's life is soon in danger when she finds a young man named Lennon unconscious and bleeding in the woods. He had come to town to find Edie, who thought she was being followed and abruptly ended their phone call when she was on her way back to Reeve's End. And then Lennon is soon gone too, recklessly disappearing on his own to search for Edie. Winter begins to question if the other kids who left town ever really left for the city and better prospects. What if they're actually missing? Winter is all the more worried because her older sister left for college last year and hasn't been in touch since then... I'm very curious to find out what kind of YA book Kelley Armstrong will write next! Return to paranormal? More fantasy? Another thriller/mystery in the works? The genre doesn't really matter—if Kelley Armstrong writes it, I'll read it! ** I received an ARC from Penguin Random House Canada in exchange for an honest review. **
Date published: 2017-06-30
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not What I Expected I really wanted to love this book! It was my first physical arc, my first giveaway win, and it's by my favorite author. However, the only aspect of this novel I can commend is Armstrong's witty writing. Otherwise, I was disappointed. Let me explain. I love Kelley Armstrong's writing. It very easily lends itself to mystery, and intrigue. Her style of writing particularly shines with tales full of complexity , context, and cohesion. Unfortunately, Missing lacked most of these components. Unlike Armstrong's usual attempt to subvert genre tropes, this novel reads more like a soap opera than an intelligently written novel. An evil twin? If it hadn't been Armstrong I probably would have stopped reading there. Additionally, she once again uses "your biological parents are not who you thought" as a plot twist. This plot point has become so prevalent and over used in YA fiction that it is difficult to read a novel that doesn't allude to this. I found very little to separate this plot or the protagonist, from some of Armstrong's previous YA thrillers. The story line also has a huge red flag for me. Namely the insensitive use of suicide as a plot point. It isn't well developed and seems to be used as a convenient excuse for the sister's estrangement. I couldn't help but feel it's inclusion wasn't well thought out. The plot in its entirely felt stitched together, more as an afterthought as if with intent. Ultimately, if you enjoy YA thrillers, survivalism, teenage detectives, and serial killers you will like this read. However, if you're a fan of Armstrong's adult works, you may want to read the Cainsville series instead.
Date published: 2017-05-25
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Disappointing I expected more from this book. As someone who has loved everything she has read by Kelley Armstrong this really let me down. The premise of it was very encouraging but not carried through so the answer was revealed in the last 30 pages and you just kind of go "huh?" That was it? With all the focus on the dogs I expected that maybe the kids were turned into the dogs or something. But no a random guy she meets randomly has a father who randomly wants him to be violent so he randomly takes girls from a random town to kill off. What?
Date published: 2017-05-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Compelling I'm not usually a big fan of YA, but I do like Kelley Armstrong so I gave this a try. It was fast-paced and compelling like her Rockton series, just with teenage protagonists. A good thriller in a genre that is flooded with the paranormal.
Date published: 2017-05-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Missing by Kelley Armstrong This was seriously creepy. Small towns, dark forests, and a psychopath playing twisted games. The only reason this didn't get a higher rating was because the "reveals" of the mystery were some serious DEUS EX MACHINA.
Date published: 2017-05-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great I was pulled in right away, great book, Kelley Armstrong never disappoints.
Date published: 2017-04-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent Another excellent book by Kelley Armstrong, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and couldn't put it down!
Date published: 2017-04-25

Read from the Book

Reeve’s End is the kind of town every kid can’t wait to escape. Each summer, a dozen kids leave and at least a quarter never come back. I don’t blame them—I’ll do the same in another year. We thought it was just something that happened in towns like ours.We were wrong."Twenty dollars an hour," I say to the guy who’s stopped me as I head for Doc Southcott’s. I know his name. When your high school has only two hundred kids, you can’t even pretend you don’t. But from his expression, you’d think I’ve clearly forgotten him. Forgotten who he is, at least.   I lean against the crumbling brickwork. "You asked if I can help boost your math grade. The answer is yes. For twenty dollars an hour."    "But . . ."   "I know, Garrett. You expected I’d do it for the pleasure of your company. That’s what you’re used to—girls jumping at the chance to spend time with you. You’re a decent guy, though, so I’ll warn that it’s not so much you they’re after as a one-way ticket out of Reeve’s End. Preferably with a cute boy who’ll earn a football scholarship . . . as long as he can get the grades for college. Which is why you’re here."   "Uh . . ."   I sigh and look down the road. There’s nothing to see. Pothole-ridden streets. Rust-plagued pickups. Even the mutt tied outside the Dollar Barn gazes at the fog-shrouded Appalachians as if dreaming of better.   I turn back to Garrett. "I’m happy to help. But you’re not the only one who wants out, and college is expensive."   "Not for you. With your grades, you’re guaranteed a full ride."   "Nothing is guaranteed. And I doubt I’ll get a full ride for my post-grad."   "Med school?" He glances at Doc Southcott’s office. "You’re not serious about that."   "Are you serious about a football scholarship?"   "Hell, yeah. It’s just . . . med school?"   Kids from Reeve’s End don’t go to med school. Especially those like me, who even here would be from the wrong side of the tracks . . . if Reeve’s End had tracks. Sometimes I figure the train purposely diverted around us for the same reason we don’t have buses or taxis—so it’s harder to escape.   Tutoring won’t get me through med school. Neither will working for Doc Southcott. But I’ve got a plan, and every penny counts. It’s always counted.   "You have your dreams, Garrett, and I have mine. Yours will cost twenty bucks an hour. If you put in the effort, I can bring you up to a B. And the bonus to paying me? You won’t need to flirt to win my help."   He shakes his head. "You’re a strange girl, Winter Crane."   "No, I’m just strange for Reeve’s End. So, do we have a deal? I’ve got one tutor slot open, which will fill in another week, when kids finally admit midterms are coming."   He agrees, still looking confused.   "Tomorrow, after school at the library," I say. "Payment in advance."I have a short shift at the doc’s that day. Mrs. Southcott has managed to convince her husband to take an extended long-weekend vacation, leaving this afternoon. I tried to argue that I could do office work while they’re gone, but apparently she figures Doc Southcott isn’t the only one overdue for time off.   I head to the trailer park. My official address, even if I spend as little time there as possible. Mom died when I was seven. My sister left last year. It’s just me and Bert now. He prefers Rob, but Bert better suits a guy who traded an engineering career in the city for a string of crap jobs that pay just enough to keep him in bourbon. He lost the right to be called Dad when he decided I was a burden to be borne and not gladly.   I pass our trailer and duck into the forest. My real home is out there—an abandoned shack that’s far more habitable than our trailer.   Thick forest leads from the town to the foothills, and what used to be a good source of income back when the local coal mine operated. Shitty work—old-timers still cough black phlegm decades later. But that doesn’t stop them from reminiscing as if they’d had cushy office jobs. There was money then. Good and steady money. Then the mine closed and the town emptied. Those who stayed did so because they had no place else to go . . . or no place else would have them.   My shack is nearly a mile in. That’s a serious hike through dense forest, but it means I don’t need to worry about local kids using my cabin for parties. Hunters do stumble over it in season—and out of season, Reeve’s End not being a place where people pay attention to laws if they interfere with putting food on the table.   I check my boundary thread. One section is slack, as if something pushed against it and then withdrew. Humans barrel through without noticing, so I’m guessing this was a deer. Or so I hope, because the alternative is a black bear or coyote or, worse, one of the feral dogs that have been giving me trouble.   I tighten the thread and duck under. My shack is exactly that—a dilapidated wooden structure maybe eight feet square. It’s empty inside except for a rickety chair near the wall. I pry up a loose floorboard and remove my gear. Spread my carpet. Pour a cup of water. Set aside my sleeping bag and lantern. Home sweet home.   I write up a lab experiment while the light is good. Then I go check my snares, the bow over my shoulder doubling my chance to add meat to my ramen noodles. I forage, too, but it’s the hunting that marks me as a girl who lives in a place like Reeve’s End, as I discovered when a scholarship sent me to science camp in Lexington. Some city girls must hunt, but you wouldn’t think so from my fellow students’ expressions when I told them how I got my ace dissection skills.   "Aren’t there supermarkets where you live?" one girl asked.   Well, no. Reeve’s End only has a grocery and a small one at that. But food costs money, and as much as possible, money is for my savings account. At least I know where my meat comes from, which is more than I can say for those kids.   I’m drawing near the second snare when I notice something white lying beside it. I inhale, hoping it’s not a skunk—polecat in these parts. But it’s just white. Shit. I hope I haven’t trapped someone’s cat.   I jog over to see . . . a sneaker?   I peer at the surrounding forest, expecting a prank. My snares are far from the trails, and even if someone stumbled on one, the trap is hardly life-threatening. Yet from the looks of the flattened ground cover, this person fought hard to get free.I examine the shoe. If the mate were here, I’d take it. At size eleven, it wouldn’t fit me, but it’s a nearly new Air Jordan, which I could sell for at least fifty bucks. I turn the shoe over.   That’s when I see the blood. Then I spot a red handprint on a sapling, where he must have righted himself after the trap. I figure "he" given the size of the shoe. That shoe also means he’s not from Reeve’s End, where wearing three-hundred-dollar sneakers would be the equivalent of riding to school in a chauffeured Escalade.    I follow his trail for a bit. Mostly I’m just curious. But as I track him, I start to worry. He’s like an injured black bear, staggering and stumbling and mowing down everything in his path. Wounded and lost in what must have seemed endless wilderness.   I should try to find him. It’s inconvenient, but it’ll be a hell of a lot more inconvenient when some hunter finds his body and I suffer the guilt of knowing I might have been able to help.   I continue tracking him for close to a mile. That’s when I hear the distant growls of feral dogs.

Editorial Reviews

PRAISE FOR Missing:"[A] compelling thriller that keeps the reader hooked until the end." --Starred Review, VOYA"Master of crime thrillers, Armstrong (The Masked Truth,2015) introduces a new, intensely independent female protagonist . . . Winter gets into and out of treacherous situations frequently and with dubious ease, but readers will be drawn in by Armstrong’s expert pacing and meticulously constructed mystery." --Kirkus Reviews"As [the plot] thickens, and the danger turns into a serious life-or-death threat, the narrative easily holds readers' interest. Thrills and mystery from a pro." --Booklist