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			        		&quot;I read Little Fires Everywhere in a single, breathless sitting. With brilliance and beauty, Celeste Ng dissects a microcosm of American society just when we need to see it beneath the microscope:&#xA0; how do questions of race stack up against the comfort of privilege, and what role does that play in parenting?&#xA0; Is motherhood a bond forged by blood, or by love?&#xA0; And perhaps most importantly:&#xA0; do the faults of our past determine what we deserve in the future?&#xA0; Be ready to be wowed by Ng&apos;s writing -- and unsettled by the mirror held up to one&apos;s own beliefs.&quot; - Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of Small Great Things and Leaving Time&#xA0;&#x201C;Witty, wise, and tender. It&apos;s a marvel.&#x201D; -Paula Hawkins, author of&#xA0;The Girl on the Train&#xA0;and&#xA0;Into the Water&#xA0;&#x201C;Witnessing these two families as they commingle and clash is an utterly engrossing, often heartbreaking, deeply empathetic experience&#x2026;It&#x2019;s this vast and complex network of moral affiliations&#x2014;and the nuanced omniscient voice that Ng employs to navigate it&#x2014;that make this novel even more ambitious and accomplished than her debut&#x2026;Our trusty narrator is as powerful and persuasive and delightfully clever as the narrator in a Victorian novel&#x2026;It is a thrillingly democratic use of omniscience, and, for a novel about class, race, family and the dangers of the status quo, brilliantly apt&#x2026;The magic of this novel lies in its power to implicate all of its characters&#x2014;and likely many of its readers&#x2014;in that innocent delusion [of a post-racial America]. Who set the littles fires everywhere? We keep reading to find out, even as we suspect that it could be us with ash on our hands.&#x201D; &#x2014;Eleanor Henderson, The New York Times Book Review &#x201C;[Ng] captures her setting with an ethnologist&#x2019;s authority&#x2026;And there are time-capsule pleasures in her evocation of 1997&#x2026;The writing is poised.&#x201D; &#x2014;Wall Street Journal&#xA0;&#x201C;Delectable and engrossing&#x2026;A complex and compulsively readable suburban saga that is deeply invested in mothers and daughters&#x2026;What Ng has written, in this thoroughly entertaining novel, is a pointed and persuasive social critique, teasing out the myriad forms of privilege and predation that stand between so many people and their achievement of the American dream. But there is a heartening optimism, too. This is a book that believes in the transformative powers of art and genuine kindness &#x2014; and in the promise of new growth, even after devastation, even after everything has turned to ash.&#x201D; &#x2014;Boston Globe&#xA0;  &#xA0; &#x201C;[Ng] widens her aperture to include a deeper, more diverse cast of characters. Though the book&#x2019;s language is clean and straightforward, almost conversational, Ng has an acute sense of how real people (especially teenagers, the slang-slinging kryptonite of many an aspiring novelist) think and feel and communicate. Shaker Heights may be a place where &#x201C;things were peaceful, and riots and bombs and earthquakes were quiet thumps, muffled by distance.&#x2019; But the real world is never as far away as it seems, of course. And if the scrim can&#x2019;t be broken, sometimes you have to burn it down. Grade: A-&#x201D; &#x2014;Entertainment Weekly &#x201C;Stellar&#x2026;The plot is tightly structured, full of echoes and convergence, the characters bound together by a growing number of thick, overlapping threads&#x2026;.Ng is a confident, talented writer, and it&#x2019;s a pleasure to inhabit the lives of her characters and experience the rhythms of Shaker Heights through her clean, observant prose. Before she became an author she was a miniaturist &#x2014; almost too perfect for a writer of suburban fiction &#x2014; and there&#x2019;s a lovely, balanced, dioramic quality to this novel. She toggles between multiple points of view, creating a narrative both broad in scope and fine in detail, all while keeping the story moving at a thriller&#x2019;s pace.&#x201D;&#x2014;LA Times&#xA0;&#x201C;Riveting&#x2026;unearthing the ways that race, class, motherhood and belonging intersect to shape each individual&#x2026;Perhaps Ng&apos;s most impressive feat is inviting the reader&apos;s forgiveness for Mrs. Richardson &#x2013;&#x2013; a woman whose own mission for perfection, and strict adherence to rules ultimately become the catalyst for the maelstrom that ensues.&#x201D;&#x2014;Chicago Tribune&#xA0;&#x201C;Like Sue Monk Kidd or Madeleine Thien, Celeste Ng has a carpenter&#x2019;s sure touch in constructing nested, interconnected plots&#x2026;There are few novelists writing today who are as wise, compassionate and unsparing as Ng, about the choices you make, the ones you don&#x2019;t, and the price you might pay for missed lives.&#x201D; &#x2014;Financial Times &quot;When you&apos;re in the mood for family drama that&apos;s not your own, Little Fires Everywhere&#xA0;by CelesteNg will have you hooked.&quot; -The Skimm&#x201C;Sharp and entertaining&#x2014;you can&#x2019;t look away even when things are crashing and burning (literally)&#x2014;and it possibly ranks up there with all-time great suburbia fiction, like Jeffrey Eugenides&#x2019;s&#xA0;The Virgin Suicides.&#x201D; &#x2014; Goop&#x201C;Opposites attract and also ignite in this thoughtful novel.&#x201D; &#x2014;People &#xA0; &quot;Ng writes with the wisdom of a hundred lives lived.&#x201D; &#x2014; Harpers Bazaar&#xA0;&#x201C;A riveting read and one of our favorite new works of fiction this fall.&#x201D; &#x2014;Refinery29  &#xA0; &#x201C;[Ng] probes privilege and the compromises it requires in a riveting novel.&#x201D; &#x2013;O, The Oprah Magazine&#x201C;A meditation on rules, race, class, insiders, outsiders, motherhood. There is no throwaway character. And after you&apos;ve raced to the end of the book, you&apos;ll want to read it again, to take the ideas and hold them up to the harsh light of 2017. Ng&apos;s novel would be a great read in any time period&#x2014;but if you&#x2019;re struggling with the present moment and how we got here, this novel will do what any good piece of fiction does: illuminate.&#x201D; &#x2014;Barrie Hardymon, NPR&#x2019;s Best Books of 2017 &#x201C;Like&#xA0;Everything I Never Told You, Ng&#x2019;s excellent debut, the book plots its way into a smart, accessible conversation about race and class. But free of the restraints of&#xA0;Everything&#x2019;s thriller construction,&#xA0;Little Fires gives Ng the space and patience to confront how progressive-minded communities approach identity.&#x201D; &#x2013;GQ.com&#xA0;&#xA0;&#x201C;[A] suspenseful, tense tale.&#x201D; &#x2014;W Magazine&#xA0;&#x201C;[Ng&#x2019;s] descriptions are so dead-on you can practically see the Cleveland skyline as you ride shotgun with these characters.&#x201D; &#x2014;Glamour&#x201C;A meditation on the unspoken pains and contradictions of motherhood. Its story unspools all the raw, knotted tensions that go into making a family&#x2026;Choosing a rambling van over a 401(k) isn&apos;t a sign of delinquent parenting in Ng&apos;s universe; it&apos;s just one of a series of possible paths, with its own unique pleasures and pitfalls.&#x201D; &#x2013;Refinery29&#xA0;&#x201C;Unmissable&#x2026;Ng&#x2019;s psychological insight is acute, yet generous,&#x2026;Little Fires Everywhere examines the cruelties that we unwittingly inflict on those we claim to love.&#x201D;&#xA0;&#x2015;Claire Fallon, HuffPost&#x2019;s Best Fiction Books of 2017&#x201C;Takes unerring aim at upper-middle-class America&#x2019;s blind spots&#x2026;a nuanced study of mothers and daughters and the burden of not belonging to our families or our communities.&#x201D; &#xA0;&#x2014; Vogue&#x201C;Totally absorbing, each character drawn so well it makes it impossible to decide whose side you&#x2019;re on.&#x201D; &#xA0;&#x2014; Marie Claire &#x201C;Ng writes with the wisdom of a hundred lives lived, churning out complex characters mostly sympathetic, sometimes loathsome, but all startlingly human.&#x201D; &#x2014;HarpersBazaar.com&#x201C;Fans of novelist Celeste Ng&#x2019;s debut, Everything I Never Told You, and devotees of her resistance-ready Twitter feed can rejoice&#x2026;The story drifts effortlessly between characters; each is full and memorable as they coax the novel to its fiery climax. Ng reminds us that action is a choice, and you&#x2019;ll want to keep reading until the last irreversible actions play out.&#x201D; &#x2014;Bust&#xA0;&#x201C;Couldn&#x2019;t be more timely&#x2026; Little Fires Everywhere&#xA0;might just be the signpost that we need, pointing a way forward with the gentle suggestion that sometimes doing the right thing means breaking some rules.&#x201D; &#x2013;Paste&#xA0;&#x201C;Compelling&#x2026;Little Fires Everywhere&#xA0;invests all of its emotional energies in the relationship between mothers and their children&#x2026;in Ng&#x2019;s precisely rendered perfect suburb.&#x201D; &#x2013;Vox&#xA0;&#x201C;Ng&#x2019;s taut class drama is calibrated for fireworks.&#x201D; &#x2013;New York Magazine, Books to Read This Fall  &#xA0;&#x201C;Written with deep empathy and vivid characters who feel true to life, Little Fires Everywhere is a captivating, insightful examination of motherhood, identity, family, privilege, perfectionism, obsession, and the secrets about ourselves we try to hide.&#x201D; &#x2013;Buzzfeed&#xA0;&#x201C;There are few modern writers as brilliant at capturing the complexities of a family as Celeste Ng&#x2026;The book is smart, nuanced, and exhilarating&#x2014;but more than anything, Little Fires Everywhere is a gorgeous exploration of motherhood in its many forms, and the many different paths that women travel to get there.&#x201D; &#x2014;Shondaland.com&#xA0;&#x201C;Ng&#x2019;s uncanny ability to embody multiple viewpoints makes for a powerful, revelatory novel.&#x201D; &#x2013;BBC.com, Ten Books to Read in September&#xA0;&#x201C;The un-put-downable story that everyone will be talking about this Fall. A must read for book clubs.&#x201D; &#x2013;PopSugar&#xA0;&#x201C;Equal parts clever, relatable, surprising and unsettling&#x2026; Ng covers a lot of ground here, from class nuance to the nature of conformity. But the story really shines when she examines complex mother-daughter relationships and how they work&#x2026;until they don&#x2019;t.&#x201D;&#x2014; PureWow &#x201C;Engrossing&#x2026;Ng&#x2019;s characters are authentic and complex, but it&#x2019;s her confident narration that will invite readers to settle in for the ride&#x2014;a storyteller who knows what she&apos;s doing is at the wheel&#x2026;With each revelation,&#xA0;Little Fires Everywhere&#xA0;grows more propulsive and insightful, boring through the placid surface of American suburbia.&#x201D; &#x2014;Dallas Morning News&#xA0;&#x201C;Ng has one-upped herself with her tremendous follow-up novel&#x2026; a finely wrought meditation on the nature of motherhood, the dangers of privilege and a cautionary tale about how even the tiniest of secrets can rip families apart&#x2026; Ng is a master at pushing us to look at our personal and societal flaws in the face and see them with new eyes&#x2026; If &#x201C;Little Fires Everywhere&#x201D; doesn&#x2019;t give you pause and help you think differently about humanity and this country&#x2019;s current state of affairs, start over from the beginning and read the book again.&#x201D;&#xA0;--San Francisco Chronicle&#x201C;The truth is messy for everyone in Little Fires Everywhere. As she did so well in Everything I Never Told You, Ng crafts sympathetic backstories for the characters that make their decisions understandable if not entirely acceptable. She also creates layered portraits, especially of the girls and women, to raise questions about what mothers can give and what their children need when no one can stick to the rules.&#x201D;&#x2014;St. Louis Post-Dispatch&#xA0;&#x201C;Ng&#x2019;s talent for depth of story and character development shines and will stay with you long after you&#x2019;ve finished the book.&#x201D; &#x2014;Richmond Times-Dispatch  &#xA0; &#x201C;Immersive and thought-provoking&#x2026;Hang on and prepare to be mesmerized as you meet two families in idyllic Shaker Heights, Ohio.&#x201D; &#x2014;The Missourian &#x201C;A haunting, layered story of mothers and daughters, and how they attract and repel each other.&#x201D; &#x2013; Seattle Times&#xA0;&#x201C;A multilayered, tightly focused and expertly plotted narrative&#x2026;A deeply impressive novel with the power to provoke and entrance.&#x201D;&#xA0;&#x2014;Minneapolis Star Tribune&#xA0;&#x201C;One of the best novels of the fall is an emotional tale about motherhood, class and so much more&#x2026;&#xA0;Everything I Never Told You, was good, but this is better.&#x201D;&#xA0;&#x2014;AARP.org&#xA0;&#x201C;Mesmerizing&#x2026;The result is a deftly woven plot that examines a multitude of issues, including class, wealth, artistic vision, abortion, race, prejudice and cultural privilege.&#x201D;&#xA0;&#x2014;BookPage&#xA0;&#xA0;&#x201C;Ng&#x2019;s best-selling first novel&#xA0;Everything I Never Told You&#xA0;proved her deft hand at crafting family dramas with the deep-rooted tension of a thriller, a skill she puts to pitch-perfect effect in her latest entry&#x2026;that is equal parts simmering and soulful.&#x201D;&#xA0;&#x2014;HarpersBazaar.com&#xA0;&#x201C;A quiet but powerful look at family, secrets, and running from the past. Once again, Ng has delivered a near-perfect novel.&#x201D;&#xA0;&#x2014;BookRiot&#xA0;&#x201C;An intricate and captivating portrait of an eerily perfect suburban town with its dark undertones not-quite-hidden from view and a powerful and suspenseful novel about motherhood&#x2026;Ng explores the complexities of adoption, surrogacy, abortion, privacy, and class, questioning all the while who earns, who claims, and who loses the right to be called a mother&#x2026;an impressive accomplishment.&#x201D; &#x2014;Publishers Weekly (starred review)&#x201C;Ng&#x2019;s stunning second novel is a multilayered examination of how identities are forged and maintained, how families are formed and friendships tested, and how the notion of motherhood is far more fluid than bloodlines would suggest&#x2026;[A] tour de force.&#x201D;&#x2014;Booklist (starred review)&#x201C;This incandescent portrait of suburbia and family, creativity, and consumerism burns bright&#x2026; As in Everything I Never Told You, Ng conjures a sense of place and displacement and shows a remarkable ability to see&#x2014;and reveal&#x2014;a story from different perspectives. The characters she creates here are wonderfully appealing, and watching their paths connect&#x2014;like little trails of flame leading inexorably toward one another to create a big inferno&#x2014;is mesmerizing, casting into new light ideas about creativity and consumerism, parenthood and privilege. With her second novel, Ng further proves she&apos;s a sensitive, insightful writer with a striking ability to illuminate life in America.&#x201D; &#x2014;Kirkus Reviews (starred)&quot;Spectacular sophomore work...a magnificent, multilayered epic that&#x2019;s perfect for eager readers and destined for major award lists.&quot; --&#xA0;Library Journal&#xA0;(starred review)&quot;Little Fires Everywhere takes us deep into other people&apos;s homes and lives and darkest corners. Along the way, Celeste Ng is always witty, engrossing, unsparing and original.&quot; -- Meg Wolitzer&#xA0;&quot;Little Fires Everywhere is a dazzlingly protean work - a comedy of manners that doubles as a social novel and reads like a thriller. By turns wry, heart-rending and gimlet-eyed, it confirms Celeste Ng&apos;s genius for gripping literary fiction.&quot; -- Peter Ho Davies, author of The Fortunes &#xA0; &quot;As if it wasn&apos;t totally obvious from her stunning first novel, Little Fires Everywhere showcases what makes Celeste Ng such a masterful writer. The way she examines the complexity of place, and the people who inhabit that place, is some of the most virtuosic, compelling, and wise storytelling that I&apos;ve seen in a long time. By looking so closely at this community, she opens up the entire world, and it&apos;s an amazing experience.&quot; -- Kevin Wilson, author of The Family Fang and Perfect Little World &#xA0; &quot;Yes, it&apos;s the story of one Ohio town, but Little Fires Everywhere is not that familiar tale of the underside of the American suburb. It&apos;s a powerful work about parenthood and politics, adolescent strife and artistic ambition, and the stark choice between conformity and community. Celeste Ng possesses the remarkable ability to write about the most serious of subjects with the lightest possible touch.&quot; -- Rumaan Alam, author of Rich and Pretty &#xA0; &quot;I cracked open this book mid-morning and did not even move again until it was time to turn on a light. What a joy it was to be so thoroughly taken, to let the chores and clocks and even my own breathing stop while I raced through these pages. Celeste Ng once again proves she is a force to be reckoned with. Little Fires Everywhere is a deft, smoldering masterpiece.&quot; -- Mira Jacob, author of The Sleepwalker&apos;s Guide to Dancing &#xA0; &quot;As I read Celeste Ng&apos;s second novel I found myself thinking, again and again: how does she know so much? About all of us? How does she write with such perception, such marvelous grace, such daring and generosity? Little Fires Everywhere has the irresistible pace of an expertly tuned thriller, and the observational brilliance of lasting literature. It marks Celeste Ng as a writer of the first rank, among the very best in her generation - right there with Zadie Smith and Jacqueline Woodson. I was mad for this book.&quot;&#xA0;-- Joe Hill, author of The Fireman and Heart-Shaped Box&#x201C;I was fascinated, not to mention worried about, and frightened of and for, these intriguing characters. Celeste Ng is a powerful and poignant writer whose attention to detail is pitch-perfect. Her intuitive rendering of how and why people behave in such unflattering ways is important. Her writing is honest and rich--and I love how little fires spread here until they&apos;re put out.&#x201D; -&#xA0;Terry McMillan, author of I Almost Forgot About You
						    	
					    	
						
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			        		Celeste Ng&#xA0;grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and Shaker Heights, Ohio. She graduated from Harvard University and earned an MFA from the University of Michigan. Her debut novel,&#xA0;Everything I Never Told You, was&#xA0;a New York Times bestseller and winner of the Massachusetts Book Award, the Asian/Pacific American Award for Literature, and the ALA&apos;s Alex Award. Little Fires Everywhere, Ng&apos;s second novel, was a&#xA0;New York Times&#xA0;bestseller, winner of the Ohioana Book Award, and named a best book of the year by over twenty-five publications. Her books have been translated into more than thirty languages and she was the recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
						    	
					    	
						
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			        		1&#xA0;Everyone in Shaker Heights was talking about it that summer: how Isabelle, the last of the Richardson children, had finally gone around the bend and burned the house down. All spring the gossip had been about little Mirabelle McCullough&#x2014;or, depending which side you were on, May Ling Chow&#x2014;and now, at last, there was something new and sensational to discuss. A little after noon on that Saturday in May, the shoppers pushing their grocery carts in Heinen&#x2019;s heard the fire engines wail to life and careen away, toward the duck pond. By a quarter after twelve there were four of them parked in a haphazard red line along Parkland Drive, where all six bedrooms of the Richardson house were ablaze, and everyone within a half mile could see the smoke rising over the trees like a dense black thundercloud. Later people would say that the signs had been there all along: that Izzy was a little lunatic, that there had always been something off about the Richardson family, that as soon as they heard the sirens that morning they knew something terrible had happened. By then, of course, Izzy would be long gone, leaving no one to defend her, and people could&#x2014;and did&#x2014;say whatever they liked. At the moment the fire trucks arrived, though, and for quite a while afterward, no one knew what was happening. Neighbors clustered as close to the makeshift barrier&#x2014;a police cruiser, parked crosswise a few hundred yards away&#x2014;as they could and watched the firefighters unreel their hoses with the grim faces of men who recognized a hopeless cause. Across the street, the geese at the pond ducked their heads underwater for weeds, wholly unruffled by the commotion.Mrs. Richardson stood on the tree lawn, clutching the neck of her pale blue robe closed. Although it was already afternoon, she had still been asleep when the smoke detectors had sounded. She had gone to bed late, and had slept in on purpose, telling herself she deserved it after a rather difficult day. The night before, she had watched from an upstairs window as a car had finally pulled up in front of the house. The driveway was long and circular, a deep horseshoe arc bending from the curb to the front door and back&#x2014;so the street was a good hundred feet away, too far for her to see clearly, and even in May, at eight o&#x2019;clock it was almost dark, besides. But she had recognized the small tan Volkswagen of her tenant, Mia, its headlights shining. The passenger door opened and a slender figure emerged, leaving the door ajar: Mia&#x2019;s teenage daughter, Pearl. The dome light lit the inside of the car like a shadow box, but the car was packed with bags nearly to the ceiling and Mrs. Richardson could only just make out the faint silhouette of Mia&#x2019;s head, the messy topknot perched at the crown of her head. Pearl bent over the mailbox, and Mrs. Richardson imagined the faint squeak as the mailbox door opened, then shut. Then Pearl hopped back into the car and closed the door. The brake lights flared red, then winked out, and the car puttered off into the growing night. With a sense of relief, Mrs. Richardson had gone down to the mailbox and found a set of keys on a plain ring, with no note. She had planned to go over in the morning and check the rental house on Winslow Road, even though she already knew that they would be gone.It was because of this that she had allowed herself to sleep in, and nowit was half past twelve and she was standing on the tree lawn in her robe and a pair of her son Trip&#x2019;s tennis shoes, watching their house burn to the ground. When she had awoken to the shrill scream of the smoke detector, she ran from room to room looking for him, for Lexie, for Moody. It struck her that she had not looked for Izzy, as if she had known already that Izzy was to blame. Every bedroom was empty except for the smell of gasoline and a small crackling fire set directly in the middle of each bed, as if a demented Girl Scout had been camping there. By the time she checked the living room, the family room, the rec room, and the kitchen, the smoke had begun to spread, and she ran outside at last to hear the sirens, alerted by their home security system, already approaching. Out in the driveway, she saw that Trip&#x2019;s Jeep was gone, as was Lexie&#x2019;s Explorer, and Moody&#x2019;s bike, and, of course, her husband&#x2019;s sedan. He usually went into the office to play catch-up on Saturday mornings. Someone would have to call him at work. She remembered then that Lexie, thank god, had stayed over at Serena Wong&#x2019;s house last night. She wondered where Izzy had gotten to. She wondered where her sons were, and how she would find them to tell them what had happened.&#xA0;By the time the fire was put out the house had not, despite Mrs. Richardson&#x2019;s fears, quite burned to the ground. The windows were all gone but the brick shell of the house remained, damp and blackened and steaming, and most of the roof, the dark slate shingles gleaming like fish scales from their recent soaking. The Richardsons would not be allowed inside for another few days, until the fire department&#x2019;s engineers had tested each of the beams still standing, but even from the tree lawn&#x2014;the closest the yellow caution tape would allow them to come&#x2014;they could see there was little inside to be saved.&#x201C;Jesus Christ,&#x201D; Lexie said. She was perched on the roof of her car, which was now parked across the street, on the grass bordering the duck pond. She and Serena had still been asleep, curled up back-to-back in Serena&#x2019;s queen size, when Dr. Wong shook her shoulder just after one, whispering, &#x201C;Lexie. Lexie, honey. Wake up. Your mom just called.&#x201D; They had stayed up past two a.m., talking&#x2014;as they had been all spring&#x2014;about little Mirabelle McCullough, arguing about whether the judge had decided right or wrong, about whether her new parents should&#x2019;ve gotten custody or if she should&#x2019;ve been given back to her own mother. &#x201C;Her name isn&#x2019;t even really Mirabelle McCullough, for god&#x2019;s sake,&#x201D; Serena had said at last, and they&#x2019;d lapsed into sullen, troubled silence until they both fell asleep.Now Lexie watched the smoke billow from her bedroom window, the front one that looked over the lawn, and thought of everything inside that was gone. Every T-shirt in her dresser, every pair of jeans in her closet. All the notes Serena had written her since the sixth grade, still folded in paper footballs, which she&#x2019;d kept in a shoebox under her bed; the bed itself, the very sheets and comforter charred to a crisp. The rose corsage her boyfriend, Brian, had given her at homecoming, hung to dry on her vanity, the petals darkened from ruby to dried-blood red. Now it was nothing but ashes. In the change of clothes she had brought to Serena&#x2019;s, Lexie realized suddenly, she was better off than the rest of her family: in the backseat she had a duffel bag, a pair of jeans, a toothbrush. Pajamas. She glanced at her brothers, at her mother, still in her bathrobe on their tree lawn, and thought, They have literally nothing but the clothes on their backs. Literally was one of Lexie&#x2019;s favorite words, which she deployed even when the situation was anything but literal. In this case, for once, it was more or less true.Trip, from his spot beside her, absentmindedly ran one hand throughhis hair. The sun was high overhead now and the sweat made his curls stand up rather rakishly. He had been playing basketball at the community center when he heard fire trucks wailing, but had thought nothing of it. (This morning he had been particularly preoccupied, but in truth he likely would not have noticed anyway.) Then, at one, when everyone got hungry and decided to call it a game, he had driven home. True to form, even with the windows down he had not noticed the huge cloud of smoke wafting toward him, and he only began to realize something was wrong when he found his street blocked off by a police car. After ten minutes of explaining, he had finally been allowed to park his Jeep across from the house, where Lexie and Moody were already waiting. The three of them sat on the car&#x2019;s roof in order, as they had in all the family portraits that had once hung in the stairwell and were now reduced to ash. Lexie, Trip, Moody: senior, junior, sophomore. Beside them they felt the hole that Izzy, the freshman, the black sheep, the wild card, had left behind&#x2014; though they were still certain, all of them, that this hole would be temporary.&#x201C;What was she thinking?&#x201D; Moody muttered, and Lexie said, &#x201C;Even she knows she&#x2019;s gone too far this time, that&#x2019;s why she ran off. When she comes back, Mom is going to murder her.&#x201D;&#x201C;Where are we going to stay?&#x201D; Trip asked. A moment of silence unreeled as they contemplated their situation.&#x201C;We&#x2019;ll get a hotel room or something,&#x201D; said Lexie finally. &#x201C;I think that&#x2019;s what Josh Trammell&#x2019;s family did.&#x201D; Everyone knew this story: how a few years ago Josh Trammell, a sophomore, had fallen asleep with a candle lit and burned his parents&#x2019; house down. The long-standing rumor at the high school was that it wasn&#x2019;t a candle, it was a joint, but the house had been so thoroughly gutted there was no way to tell, and Josh had stuck to his candle story. Everyone still thought of him as that dumbass jock who burned the house down, even though that had been ages ago, and Josh had recently graduated from Ohio State with honors. Now, of course, Josh Trammell&#x2019;s fire would no longer be the most famous fire in Shaker Heights.&#x201C;One hotel room? For all of us?&#x201D;&#x201C;Whatever. Two rooms. Or we&#x2019;ll stay at the Embassy Suites. I don&#x2019;t know.&#x201D; Lexie tapped her fingers against her knee. She wanted a cigarette, but after what had just happened&#x2014;and in full view of her mother and ten firemen&#x2014;she didn&#x2019;t dare light one. &#x201C;Mom and Dad will figure it out. And the insurance will pay for it.&#x201D; Although she had only a vague sense of how insurance worked, this seemed plausible. In any case, this was a problem for the adults, not for them.The last of the firemen were emerging from the house, pulling the masks from their faces. Most of the smoke had gone, but a mugginess still hung everywhere, like the air in the bathroom after a long, hot shower. The roof of the car was getting hot, and Trip stretched his legs down the windshield, poking the wipers with the toe of his flip-flop. Then he started to laugh.&#x201C;What&#x2019;s so funny?&#x201D; Lexie said.&#x201C;Just picturing Izzy running around striking matches everywhere.&#x201D; He snorted. &#x201C;The nutcase.&#x201D;Moody drummed a finger on the roof rack. &#x201C;Why is everybody so sure she did it?&#x201D;&#x201C;Come on.&#x201D; Trip jumped down off the car. &#x201C;It&#x2019;s Izzy. And we&#x2019;re all here. Mom&#x2019;s here. Dad&#x2019;s on his way. Who&#x2019;s missing?&#x201D;&#x201C;So Izzy&#x2019;s not here. She&#x2019;s the only one who could be&#xA0; responsible?&#x201D;&#x201C;Responsible?&#x201D; put in Lexie. &#x201C;Izzy?&#x201D;&#x201C;Dad was at work,&#x201D; Trip said. &#x201C;Lexie was at Serena&#x2019;s. I was over atSussex playing ball. You?&#x201D;Moody hesitated. &#x201C;I biked over to the library.&#x201D;&#x201C;There. You see?&#x201D; To Trip, the answer was obvious. &#x201C;The only ones here were Izzy and Mom. And Mom was asleep.&#x201D;&#x201C;Maybe the wiring in the house shorted. Or maybe someone left the stove on.&#x201D;&#x201C;The firemen said there were little fires everywhere,&#x201D; Lexie said. &#x201C;Multiple points of origin. Possible use of accelerant. Not an&#xA0; accident.&#x201D;&#x201C;We all know she&#x2019;s always been mental.&#x201D; Trip leaned back against the car door.&#x201C;You&#x2019;re all always picking on her,&#x201D; Moody said. &#x201C;Maybe that&#x2019;s why she acts mental.&#x201D;Across the street, the fire trucks began to reel in their hoses. The three remaining Richardson children watched the firemen set down their axes and peel away their smoky yellow coats.&#x201C;Someone should go over and stay with Mom,&#x201D; Lexie said, but no one moved.After a minute, Trip said, &#x201C;When Mom and Dad find Iz, they are going to lock her up in a psych ward for the rest of her life.&#x201D;No one thought about the recent departure of Mia and Pearl from the house on Winslow Road. Mrs. Richardson, watching the fire chief meticulously taking notes on his clipboard, had completely forgotten about her former tenants. She had not yet mentioned it to her husband or her children; Moody had discovered their absence only earlier that morning, and was still unsure what to make of it. Far down Parkland Drive the small blue dot of their father&#x2019;s BMW began to approach.&#x201C;What makes you so sure they&#x2019;ll find her?&#x201D; Moody asked.
						    	
					    	
						
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