In author Vincent’s debut, a Midwestern teenager learns that everything she’s been told about her childhood is a lie.
Bright, outgoing, and athletic Loretta “Retta” Brooks, a 15-year-old girl in small-town Buckley, Iowa, has been home-schooled her whole life and has spent a lot of time alone. Her mother has long told her that they were the sole survivors of a van accident that killed Retta’s father and all four of her grandparents. Now, as the teen enters public high school, she still feels the effects of her mom’s constant hovering, as the latter works in the school lunchroom. Her mother explains that she’s preoccupied with Retta’s safety and security because of the long-ago accident. But when Retta later tries to secure a copy of her birth certificate from their native Nebraska, only to come up empty-handed, she starts to doubt the murky car-crash account. She soon realizes that her mother has been feeding her a false narrative. A shocking criminal act makes Retta call a phone number that her mother made her memorize for emergencies, which sends her into a Midwest underground of protective strangers and safe houses. There are certainly elements of this story that call to mind the psychological thrillers of Mary Higgins Clark, but Vincent intriguingly chooses to focus on the young protagonist’s feelings of anger, grief, rebellion, and helpless bewilderment when she finds out that nothing she thought she knew is true—including her own name. (Readers may also recall Robert Cormier’s 1977 YA mainstay I Am the Cheese.) The story occasionally pairs Retta with Jack, a potential boyfriend from a Punjabi immigrant household whose members deal with their own issues of control and conservatism; this adds an intriguing multicultural note to the story and deepens its exploration of themes of identity. The author also appends an essay to her gripping story, addressing domestic violence and the personal and social pathologies it breeds.
A page-turning coming-of-age tale that offers an offbeat spin on the YA suspense genre.