Sneak Peak Saturday: Forget You

Forget You
By: Jennifer Echols

Pub date: July 20th, 2010

Why can't you choose what you forget...and what you'd like to remember?

 There’s a lot Zoey would like to forget. Like how her father has knocked up his twenty-four- year old girlfriend. Like Zoey’s fear that the whole town will find out about her mom’s nervous breakdown. Like darkly handsome bad boy Doug taunting her at school. Feeling like her life is about to become a complete mess, Zoey fights back the only way she knows how, using her famous attention to detail to make sure she’s the perfect daughter, the perfect student, and the perfect girlfriend to ultra-popular football player Brandon.

But then Zoey is in a car crash, and the next day there’s one thing she can’t remember at all—the entire night before. Did she go parking with Brandon, like she planned? And if so, why does it seem like Brandon is avoiding her? And why is Doug—of all people— suddenly acting as if something significant happened between the two of them? Zoey dimly remembers Doug pulling her from the wreck, but he keeps referring to what happened that night as if it was more, and it terrifies Zoey to admit how much is a blank to her. Controlled, meticulous Zoey is quickly losing her grip on the all-important details of her life—a life that seems strangely empty of Brandon, and strangely full of Doug.

Chapter One

Every strong swimmer has a story about nearly drowning. This is mine:

Late one June afternoon I was driving home from my summer job at my dad's water park, Slide with Clyde, when my phone rang and Brandon’s name flashed on the screen. He knew I never answered my phone while driving. And everybody working at Slide with Clyde today had heard that my dad had gotten Ashley, the twenty-four-year-old human resources manager, pregnant. That meant all my friends knew, because I’d found Brandon a job there and my entire swim team jobs as lifeguards, all seventeen of us—everybody but Doug Fox.

My dad had left work a little early—to tell my mom before she found out from another source, I guessed. So if Brandon wanted to talk to me now, it must be important. Maybe it had something to do with my parents.

I parked my vintage Volkswagon Bug in the courtyard outside my house, between my dad’s Benz and my mom’s eco-friendly hybrid, and cut the engine. The Bug had no air-conditioning. The Florida heat had been bearable while I was damp from swimming and the car was moving. But my bikini had dried underneath my T-shirt and gym shorts. The sun beat down. The heat crept through the open windows like a dangerous animal unafraid of humans and settled on my chest.

I picked up my phone and pushed the button to call Brandon back.

“Zoey,” he said... 
O-M-G...why isn't this book released yet? After reading the above excerpt in full which you can find here, I can no longer contain my excitement for this book. I mean, it was already bad enough but now, even more so. Jennifer Echols is a genius.


  1. It DOES sounds amazing indeed. Jennifer Echols is a genius indeed. And I can't wait to start reading this book. Really, really hope you can read it as soon as possible! :)

  2. Ooh, I pre-ordered this book ages ago and I cannot wait to finally get my copy! I haven't read anything by Echols yet so I'm quite curious to see what the fuss is about. :)

  3. This sounds like a brilliant read! I added this to my TBR purely on the name and book cover...:P Thanks for the sneak peek! I'm on book ban and have to wait until next month to buy any new books though...

  4. i pre ordered this and can not wait to recieve it so i can devour it *sigh

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  5. Oh my gosh!!!! Jennifer Echols! I have to read this. It totally sounds like a perfect summer read. Ah! I have to buy this when it comes out!

  6. Anonymous7/12/2010

    I'm so excited to read this book!!!!!!

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  8. i love this book too (: I hope you don't mind if I put your link up on my blog so some people can see this review? it's great.

    book is definitely 5/5




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