The Fever: A Novel
"THE FEVER holds precise to its name: it is darkish, worrying, unusually attractive and completely unshakeable" -- Gillian Flynn.
In this impossible-to-put-down "panic assault of a novel,"* a small-town highschool turns into the breeding flooring for a mysterious ailment.
Deenie Nash is a diligent scholar with a close-knit relatives; her brother Eli is a hockey celebrity and her father is a well-liked instructor. but if Deenie's ally is struck by way of a terrifying, unexplained seizure at school, the Nashes' seeming balance dissolves into chaos. As rumors of a dangerous outbreak unfold via institution, and hysteria and contagion swell, a chain of tightly held secrets and techniques emerges, threatening to solve friendships, households, and the town's fragile experience of protection.
A chilling tale approximately guilt, relations secrets and techniques, and the deadly energy of wish, THE FEVER is "a potboiler within the truest, most sensible feel" and "a nice novel, complete stop."**
Groaned loudly. “Teenage women fidgeting, high-school scholars attempting to get out of sophistication. essentially, it’s a supervirus. name the CDC. Alert the realm health and wellbeing Organization.” At that second, Ben Crowder swung open the door, which felt like a aid, although the glance on his face, grey and tight, reminded Tom of the ultimate years of Ben’s predecessor, who’d retired at age seventy, pores and skin like rainy paper. “First, an replace on Kimberly Court,” he stated. “Her health care provider acknowledged it appears to be like to him like a panic assault.
That him. He puzzled what it would be like. He by no means desired to huddle together with his associates, even though he guessed in a manner he did all of it the time, enjoying hockey. occasionally it was once demanding. the way in which the 3 of them will be like this little knot in the home. He may listen them during the wall at evening, giggling. in recent times, Lise and Gabby didn’t appear to come over as a lot, or perhaps he’d simply stopped noticing. however it constantly felt bizarre while ladies have been guffawing jointly and also you didn’t be aware of why.
concerning the visible rationalization? That this isn’t anything coming from outdoors yet from inside of those women’ heads?” “Hear, hear,” an exhausted-looking guy in entrance agreed loudly yet by some means wearily from his seat. “As a physician, I’m beautiful skeptical of any epidemiological occasion that has effects on simply girls—” A billow of hisses, claps, and shouts swept during the fitness center. Tom glanced over Kit’s shoulder yet might now not see Lara Bishop. “It purely impacts ladies simply because they have been those shot up with.
Uncomfortable notion of Gabby in a thong, even the be aware thong within the context of a chum of his daughter’s. after which right here, Lara Bishop, the pinnacle button of her shirt having slid open and how her physique stored squirming girlishly and how her face and neck bloomed with drunkenness. how it made that scar glance even darker, extra notable, a pink plume, and he sought after greater than whatever to the touch it. His head thick and mazy with whiskey and liquors unknown, he couldn’t cease himself, attaining.
Works. Lise’s undesirable power got here again on her. Skye acknowledged while she checked out Lise, she observed a black mark, an charisma. like the mark on Lise’s thigh, it was once a warning.” Deenie considered it now, of Lise and the stretch mark on her thigh. and the way the fevered brain of her fevered buddy may well think something. but in addition, someplace inside of, it felt the smallest bit actual. That the stretch mark used to be a type of witch’s mark, the blot on Lise’s physique that reminded you of what she had been—a plump, awkward.