Come Find Me

Come Find Me

by Megan Miranda


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From the New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls and The Perfect Stranger comes a captivating thriller about two teens connected by family tragedies and a mysterious otherworldly radio frequency signal.

Six months ago, Kennedy Jones suffered a horrible family tragedy, and since then she's lived with her uncle, sneaking out only occasionally to visit her childhood home.

Nearby, Nolan Chandler is determined to find out what really happened to his brother, who disappeared without a trace two years earlier.

Then Kennedy and Nolan find themselves drawn together by strange signs—for Kennedy, it's a disturbing pattern on her brother's radio telescope; for Nolan, it's a mysterious frequency coming from his brother's bedroom. When they realize their brothers also share dark pasts, they begin to wonder whether something is coming for them. Or are the signals a warning that something's already here?

"[Miranda's] latest book for young adults ages the kids from Stranger Things and puts them in Gillian Flynn's Dark Places for a smart, dark, and ultimately hopeful story of the power of belief."—Booklist, starred review

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780525578321
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 02/18/2020
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 182,151
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 14 - 17 Years

About the Author

Megan Miranda is the acclaimed author of Fragments of the Lost, The Safest Lies, Fracture, and several other novels for young adults. She is also the New York Times bestselling author of All the Missing Girls and The Perfect Stranger, and The Last House Guest for adults. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two children. You can follow Megan on Facebook at AuthorMeganMiranda, or on Instagram and Twitter at @MeganLMiranda.

Read an Excerpt

They say the universe is constantly heading toward disorder, and I believe it. Walls go up, and walls come down. Buildings crumble, governments fall, civilizations collapse. Stars explode.

People live.

People die.

On and on it goes.

Everything falls apart.

Please don’t think I’m a pessimist. These are just the facts.

I am, truth be told, an optimist. Otherwise I would not set my alarm for after midnight, when I’m sure Joe is sleep­ing, and I would not sneak out the side door behind the kitchen, and I would not bike six miles in the dark to the farmland behind my old home to pull the data from my brother’s radio telescope.

But I do.

I do all of this, every few nights, because I am an optimist.

I leave my bike at the side of the house, hidden by the wide front porch, the swing creaking in the breeze. There’s still a split-­rail fence from when this place had horses, and a faint scent of hay remains—something I only really noticed once I was gone. There are lights in the distance, to my left, from the neighborhood jutting up against our property. But to my right, it’s all darkness—untouchable forest.

There’s no light on the footpath to the old stable, now makeshift observatory, behind the house, and I don’t want to turn on the outside house lights in case someone sees. On the off chance one of the neighbors notices that something’s happening at the Jones House—and calls Joe.

The night is hot and sticky, and I could really use the air conditioning, a drink of water from the faucet, and the bathroom, in that order. Joe may have cut the TV, the phone, and the Internet, but he can’t shut down the electricity yet—hard to show a house in the middle of Virginia during June without the air on.

The Realtor must have had the locks changed last week, but she didn’t know about Elliot’s window around back. He’d reconfigured the mechanism when we first moved in so the window tilted in and out, instead of sliding up and down, and he’d sacrificed the locks for the design. So if I used the deck railing, I could reach up and push at the top, and then the bottom would swing open. He was always tinkering with things, down to the smallest detail. Bedroom windows, before he got to radio telescopes.

I feel my way through Elliot’s room, none of the furniture where I remember it. Someone—the Realtor, I guess—thought to turn this room into an office. Really, no amount of staging can change what people already know about this house.

Our house has a quirky layout: it was probably designed as a sprawling ranch, with three bedrooms and the living areas on the main floor, but there’s a newer second-­story loft that must’ve been added on after the fact, which now holds a storage area and an entertainment room. It’s where I used to bring my friends, to hang out. But I haven’t touched the second floor since the day I moved.

Walking from Elliot’s room, I wait until I’m out in the hall to turn on the flashlight I’ve brought, keeping the beam away from the windows.

The hall and the living room look much the same as when I last lived here, six months ago—except all the photos of us have been hidden away. There must’ve been a showing recently, because someone has finally closed the kitchen cabinets. But I smile, picturing a family standing at the edge of the kitchen, seeing all the empty cabinets swung open in an eerie formation, imagining the chill making its way up their backs.

I don’t believe in ghosts. But it helps that other people do.

This time, I decide to mess with everything on the walls. I tip the paintings so they hang at odd angles, and I take a few off the walls, laying them haphazardly along the floor—so they look like they were knocked down in a rush. I stand back to assess the room. The whole effect is vaguely unsettling, which is kind of the point.

The air feels cool against the sweat on my legs, and I drink the water from the kitchen sink, and use the bathroom attached to my room—which is nearly empty, as everything of value to me, including the furniture, has been relocated to Joe’s.

In the distance, standing near the window of Elliot’s room, I hear a voice. Even some laughter. I quickly turn off the flashlight and crouch below the window. I already know who it is: Marco, Lydia, and Sutton, probably. I should be annoyed that they still use the land beyond our house to meet up. I should probably feel some sense of propriety, or betrayal. I should want to know why they’re here, on a Friday night, without me. Mostly, though, I just want them to go.

But it’s too late. I hear gravel kicking up as someone jogs toward the house.

I peek out between the curtains, see a shadow near the detached garage behind the house. I can tell it’s Marco from the way he stands with his hands in his pockets, and the way his hair, which I used to love to run my fingers through, sticks up at odd angles.

“Kennedy?” he calls, his voice unsure. He takes a step closer. But not too close.

When I don’t answer, he rocks back and forth on his heels and drags the side of his foot through the dirt. He takes a tentative step forward, and then back, before looking up at the sky as he turns around. He stops moving.

“Come on,” he calls, turning back to the house. “I saw the light. I see your bike. I know you’re in there.” I watch as he shifts from foot to foot. “I’ll just wait you out,” he adds.

But he won’t. He also won’t try to come in. He hasn’t even crossed into the yard.

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Come Find Me 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a very engaging read. Despite not knowing where it was going, the image of two teens looking for answers in unusual places, rang true. You think, along with Kennedy and Nolan, that this is a tale of science, technology and perhaps something paranormal. When the answers come from far less heady directions, the story carries us right along with no disappointment. Like the main characters, we just want answers, and these satisfy as good logic coming from the story, plot and characters themselves.
thereadingchick More than 1 year ago
Come Find Me is the story of two teens, Kennedy Jones and Nolan Chandler. Both of them have lived through terrible tragedies and in their own way are searching for answers. Kennedy by continuing her brothers search in space and Nolan on his radio frequency. One day they both notice an anomaly in that radio frequency and through an online blog find each other. They live only a few miles apart, could there be another answer for what has happened in both of their lives? Megan Miranda hit all of the right buttons with Come Find Me. Kennedy and Nolan were both very easy to relate to, their tragedies were both eerie- although in different ways, and their discoveries led the reader through every emotion. A recipe for an un-putdownable novel! I don’t want to spoil the mystery at all, but let’s just say that even though they found each other through tragic circumstances, as they investigated this strange frequency and other clues came to light their characters were able to lean on each other and grow stronger together. I loved how they had faith in each other and leaned on the other for strength. As the story reached the conclusion, both resolutions were tragic and yet it didn’t split them apart, that tragedy helped them be each other’s strength. An unusual concept in a teen novel and one I’d like to see explored more. Even though I just said “teen novel” this didn’t read like it was written for that age group. Other than the fact that one of them didn’t drive, their thoughts and problems were very adult. It was almost as if two kids were swapped in for an adult storyline. Maybe that’s why I could relate to these characters so well? I don’t know, but I was totally enmeshed and enjoyed this novel thoroughly. If you like psychological mystery/thrillers, no matter your age, you need to give Come Find Me a try. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by it’s depth and emotional impact.
JillJemmett More than 1 year ago
I started reading this book before bed one night, which I shouldn’t have done. I couldn’t put it down! I ended up finishing this book in just one day. I loved that there was a supernatural element to the story. Though it is a realistic thriller, there is the suggestion that something extraterrestrial or supernatural is happening there. Both Kennedy and Nolan receive strange signals from their devices, which makes them think there is something happening near them. The signals end up leading them to each other, so they can investigate their family problems together. There was a lot left unsaid at the beginning of the story which made me want to keep reading. The details of the homicides in Kennedy’s family aren’t actually explained until halfway through the book, and it was completely unexpected! Nolan’s brother’s disappearance is also investigated further towards the end of the book. Since the details of their lives are not described at the beginning, it made me want to keep reading to find out what happened. I loved this book and I highly recommend it if you like teen thrillers! I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
marongm8 More than 1 year ago
This book is the young version of close encounters and passengers at the same time. Such an enticing engaging book that takes you away to help Kennedy and Nolan discover what happened to their brothers and why their families all of a sudden disappeared and why they are left behind and most importantly, find out if they are going to be next. Every chapter got better and better packed with action and drama that keeps you engaged that you will not want to stop reading. That is why we give this book 5 stars.