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The Girl Who Wasn't There
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by Penny Joelson

For fans of Karen M. McManus and Kara Thomas comes this riveting new young adult crime thriller packed with mystery and suspense, from the acclaimed author of I Have No Secrets.

Nothing ever happens on Kasia's street. And Kasia would know, because her chronic illness keeps her stuck at home, watching the outside world from her bedroom window. So when she witnesses what looks like a kidnapping, she's not sure whether she can believe her own eyes…

There had been a girl in the window across the street who must have seen something too. But when Kasia ventures out to find her, she is told the most shocking thing of all: There is no girl.

Emotional and full of twists, The Girl Who Wasn’t There is perfect for readers looking for:
• teen mystery books
• diverse, complex characters
• chronic illness representation from an #ownvoices author
• books for teens that deal with social issues
• young adult suspense novels
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About the author:

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Penny Joelson was born in London where she still lives with her husband and two children and teaches creative writing. She began working with disabled people when she was a teenager, which gave her the inspiration and insight for I Have No Secrets. 

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It’s dark when I see her. I’m closing my curtains, ready for bed—­and there’s a woman hurrying along our street toward the bus stop. There’s something intense about the way she’s moving. She darts like a bird. It’s as if she’s rushing to catch a bus—­but there’s no bus there and no one waiting. The street is quiet. I’m not sure why I keep watching but I do. She’s skinny—­with long, dark hair, maybe in her late teens, early twenties. She’s barely more than a silhouette in the darkness, but as she passes the streetlight, it casts her elongated shadow across the road. The glow highlights the long, thin cardigan she’s wearing. She pulls it tight around her, head bent against the chill November wind, but she goes past the bus stop without slowing down.

I see her glance around briefly as two cars pass. Now a silver car’s coming. It swerves and stops alongside her. Her head turns sharply. At the same moment, a man jumps out from the passenger side. He grabs the woman by the arm. She pulls away. They’re struggling at least, that’s what it looks like. Within seconds, he’s opened the back door of the car and she’s in. He bangs the door shut and jumps back in the front. The car drives off, disappearing around the corner.

It happened so fast—­but I’m certain she didn’t want to get into that car. The man was dragging her—­forcing her in. I think he even had his hand over her mouth. I can barely believe it. I keep replaying it in my mind. My heart is thudding like a bass drum.

I’m staring out at the now empty street,still in shock, when a movement catches my eye. I look up at the house across the street, the window opposite mine. The curtain moved, I’m sure it did. Someone was looking out. Did they see what I just saw?

Should I call the police? There’s a couple in that house across the street—­if one of them saw, maybe they’ve gone to call the police right now. But even so…

“Mom!” I yell, grabbing my phone. “Mom!”

She’s watching TV downstairs and I don’t think she heard me. Anyway, I don’t need her to tell me what to do, and I shouldn’t wait. I shouldn’t let them get too far away.

I sit on my bed and dial. My hand is shaking. I’ve never done this before—­never dealt with a real emergency. I ask for police.

There’s a calm voice at the end of the phone—­a man’s voice. He listens and then starts asking me questions.

I give my name, Kasia Novak, and address, 47 New Weald Lane.

“Did you get the license plate number?” he asks. I feel instantly devastated. Why didn’t I?

“I’m sorry. No. It was all so fast,” I tell him.

“Don’t worry—­you did the right thing to call. Any information you can give us will help. Can you describe the car?”

“It was silver—­a hatchback…I’m not sure what kind.”

I can describe the woman but I didn’t see the driver and only have a vague impression of the man who jumped out. I’m a useless witness.

“Silver hatchback,” he repeats, as if he’s writing it down. “We’ll get someone on it right away.”

“Oh, and I think someone else might have seen it—­across the street,” I tell him. “I think there was someone at the window upstairs. They might even have called you too. It was number forty-­eight.”

“We’ll speak to them. Thank you for reporting the incident. Please call us if you remember any other details.” He gives me another phone number and a case number, which I write on a scrap of paper.

I have a sinking feeling as I put the phone down. I wish I’d gotten the license plate number. Maybe whoever was watching across the street did. I hope so.

Also by Penny Joelson:

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I Have No Secrets
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by Penny Joelson

​Jemma knows who the murderer is. She knows because he told her. An intense young adult suspense book!

He thought his secret was safe because Jemma can’t speak or move.

But Jemma observes all kinds of things about everyone around her. His secret is just one of them.

And when a new technology means she may be able to communicate and reveal all she knows, Jemma no longer feels powerless in the face of this deadly secret. It’s a race against time before the killer acts again…or tries to stop her.
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