Where She Went [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books
  • Author:  Forman, Gayle
  • Author:  Forman, Gayle
  • ISBN-10:  0142420891
  • ISBN-10:  0142420891
  • ISBN-13:  9780142420898
  • ISBN-13:  9780142420898
  • Publisher:  Speak
  • Publisher:  Speak
  • Pages:  304
  • Pages:  304
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2012
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2012
  • SKU:  0142420891-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0142420891-11-SPLV
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The highly anticipated sequel to theNew York Timesbestselling and critically acclaimedIf I Stay

Picking up several years after the dramatic conclusion ofIf I Stay,Where She Wentcontinues the story of Adam and Mia, from Adam's point of view. Ever since Mia's decision to stay - but not with him - Adam's career has been on a wonderful trajectory. His album, borne from the anguish and pain of their breakup, has made him a bona fide star. And Mia herself has become a top-rate cellist, playing in some of the finest venues in the world. When their respective paths put them both in New York City at the same time, the result is a single night in which the two reunite - with wholly satisfying results.

And don't miss Gayle's newest novel, JUST ONE DAY and the forthcoming companion, JUST ONE YEAR.Gayle Forman is an award-winning, internationally bestselling author and journalist. She is the author ofJust One DayandJust One Year, and the companion e-novellaJust One Night, as well as theNew York TimesbestsellersIf I StayandWhere She Went. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and daughters.

A TWIST OF FATE?

 

My gaze returns to earth and when it does, it’shereyes I see. Not the way I used to see them—around every corner, behind my own closed lids at the start of each day. Not in the way I used to imagine them in the eyes of every other girl I laid on top of. No, this time it really is her eyes. A photo of her, dressed in black, a cello leaning against one shoulder like a tired child. Her hair is up in one of those buns that seem to be a requisite for classical musicians. She used to wear it up like that for recitals and chamber music concerts, but with little pieces hanging down, to soften the severity of the look. There are no tendrils in this photo. I peer closer at the sign. YOUNG CONCERT SERIES PRESENTS MIA HALL.

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