by Caroline B. Cooney


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Four years after a gruesome murder, a teenage girl discovers that some secrets refuse to stay buried, in this riveting mystery from a “thriller master” (Publishers Weekly).
Rose was thrilled when Angelica Lofft invited her to spend the weekend at her family’s beautiful lake house. It had everything a girl could want: delicious treats, gorgeous horses, and an exquisite pool. But instead of a weekend of fun in the sun, someone ended up dead.
Four years later, the police have reopened the case. This time they have Rose’s diary—her private, personal diary—and Rose will do anything to get it back, even if it means stealing a police car. But now that she’s destroyed the evidence, the police are convinced she saw something. And the longer Rose keeps her secrets, the more she risks losing everything . . .
From the bestselling author of The Face on the Milk Carton comes a gripping thriller about the lies people tell and the consequences they can’t escape.
This ebook features an illustrated biography of Caroline B. Cooney including rare images and never-before-seen documents from the author’s personal collection.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781504035583
Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media LLC
Publication date: 05/24/2016
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 184
Sales rank: 747,079
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.50(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Caroline B. Cooney (b. 1947) is the author of nearly a hundred books, including the famed young adult thriller The Face on the Milk Carton, an international bestseller . Cooney’s books have been translated into several languages, and have received multiple honors and awards, including an American Library Association Best Book for Young Adults award and a nomination for the Edgar Award. She is best known for her popular teen horror thrillers and romance novels. Her fast-paced, plot-driven work often explores themes of good and evil, love and hatred, right and wrong, and moral ambiguity. Born in Geneva, New York, Cooney grew up in Connecticut, and often sets her novels in dramatic New England landscapes. She has three children and four grandchildren and currently lives in South Carolina. 

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By Caroline B. Cooney


Copyright © 2001 Caroline B. Cooney
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-6429-4


The police car was not locked. When the police had thrown her diary into their squad car, they didn't even bother to slam the door. In the casual way of police, they left the car door open so they could still hear their radio squawking.

Rose stood in the front hall of her house and stared out the windows at the police car. It was white with a blue logo and the officers had left the lights swirling. By day, the lights were not as powerful as they would have been at night. They were not threatening. It was more of a circus, telling neighbors that the show was being held here, at her house.

Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's diary.

It mattered.

Suppose she walked out of the house, crossed the grass, reached into the police car, and took it back.

Robbing the police. It was dangerous, but not as dangerous as letting them read the diary.

They don't have my permission to touch that diary, she thought. My mother just went and got it. I didn't say anybody could have it. It's my property. I'm not an adult, of course. I won't be sixteen for a few months. So perhaps technically it is my mother's property and she does have the right to give it to the police and they do have the right to drive off with it.

Rose hated herself for keeping a diary. How could she have written it all down?

Stupid, stupid.

And now it would become public property. Evidence in a trial. It would be read out loud. The world would hear every word Rose Lymond had set down on paper.

She imagined talk shows: local—regional—national. Radio and television and newspapers. The teasers: Kid's diary tells all. Nobody would pass that up.

Rose's heart hurt. I've ruined our lives, she thought.

In the formal living room, rarely used, her parents were pacing back and forth. Rose had been told to wait in the study. She had not argued. She had not shouted, "I'm not a child. I prefer to stay!" Instead, she walked quietly into the front hall and out of sight. They expected her to continue on through the house and sit in the study, surrounded by books and silent papers.

But papers were not silent. She herself had produced the noisiest paper of all. Paper that would shout the truth. Truth she could never permit anybody to know.

The police were bored and ready to leave. She had little time in which to make her decision.

If she were to slip out the front door, the adults would neither see nor hear her. She could walk across the grass toward the driveway and they would not see or hear that either. The police car itself, however, was visible from the long, tall row of living room windows.

But now the discussion among the grown-ups was becoming heated. Perhaps nobody was gazing out a window. She could race across the grass, lean into the police car, snatch the diary, and run. Or walk slowly, bending calmly over to retrieve what was, after all, her own property.

Either way, Rose could reach the diary before anybody could leave the house and stop her.

Then what?

She could run, Rose supposed. Dart out into the road and race madly around the neighborhood.

Then what?

Getting the diary back was not enough. Rose had to destroy the pages. That might take time.

Other than sprinting after her, she did not think the police would do much. They were bigger and stronger, though, and could simply wrench the diary out of her hands. She wouldn't have time to bury it There was no handy river in which to chuck it. She had no fire in which to burn it. In any event lab techniques were astounding. Partially damaged words might be retrieved. She had to destroy those pages utterly and completely, and she did not know how.

Rose assessed her situation.

She had her house key in the pocket of her jeans. She had a dollar and some change in the other pocket She had a stick of gum. And her library card, because she had been thinking, just before the police arrived, just before the end of the world hit her in the face, that she was in the mood for a really long read, six or seven hundred pages of suspense and terror. Rose only liked books where the good guys won.

It was difficult for Rose to tell whether she herself was a good guy. Nor was it clear how she could win.

Rose opened the front door gently and stepped outside. She closed the door softly behind her. She thought the people inside had been talking too loudly to have heard.

Rose Lymond stood on the top step of the four wide slate slabs that led down to the grass and the pretty slate-and-brick walk. The front entry to the house was beautifully designed but rarely used. People came in the side, where a sweet, narrow porch with a low white railing and boxes of yellow pansies beckoned.

Rose walked over the grass. It was soft and bouncy. Spring grass, full-of-life grass. It was early May, only six more weeks left of sophomore year. Almost four years ago, the summer before seventh grade began, Rose had started that diary.

A twelfth-birthday present from her great-grandparents, the diary was distinctive, crimson red leather with page edges dipped in gold. It looked like something handmade in London a century ago. Grandfather and Nannie had also given her a fountain pen and a glass bottle of black ink.

Rose was left-handed and could not write cleanly except with a pencil, so she never filled the fountain pen but left it, pristine in its package, on her desk. She wrote in the diary, however, from her birthday, June 28, until November 11, when it was necessary to stop.

She had never written another word in that journal or any other. She no longer knew why she had kept this one. It was a terrible mistake to keep something that told the truth.

The leather binding of the journal she could not destroy. But the pages themselves—yes. What she needed was time to shred those pages into tiny pieces and then bum or flush or throw them away in such a manner that nobody could find the shreds and piece them together.

All these things Rose thought in the course of a dozen grass-springy steps.

And then she saw that not only was the police car unlocked and the door wide open ... the keys were hanging from the ignition.

They could not follow her if she had their car.

She didn't have much driving experience. On the other hand, people got out of your way when you were driving a police car.

Rose could drive toward the city, stop in some parking lot along the highway, shred her pages, go into some fast-food restaurant, enter the ladies' room, flush her shreds away, and it would be over.

Well, over except for the part about stealing a police car.

Rose looked back at the house. The adults were far too busy to glance out a window. They were not even near the windows.

Rose Lymond got into the police car, slammed the door, and drove away.


The police car was filled with gadgets and dials, speakers and buttons. It smelled of sweat and dog. Although a computer screen filled the space between the two front seats, a clipboard and notebook lay on the passenger seat, open and vulnerable like her diary.

The policeman who drove this car was much taller than Rose. She could barely touch the accelerator with the tip of her right shoe. She had little control, and if she had to brake quickly, she'd have to lift herself off the seat to jam her foot down.

She drove for a couple of miles at twenty miles an hour. Her hands were sweating so badly that the steering wheel was wet. It was disgusting. It had never happened to her before.

The police radio began to chat and she could tell that it was addressing her by name, but she didn't answer and couldn't actually hear. Either there was a lot of static in the radio or a lot of static in her brain.

The Frontage Road between the town and the highway was lined with fast-food places. She crept into a parking lot and just stopped, not bothering with a parking space. She was so eager to get out of the vehicle that she left the diary inside and had to lean back in and reach across the sweat-damp vinyl to pick it up.

She left the engine idling and the driver door open, just the way the police had.

She chose Burger King, went in the side entrance, and walked into the ladies' room. The regular stall was occupied so she went into the handicapped space, where there was more room to think anyway, and ripped out the last dozen pages of the diary, her eyes racing over the words, making sure she had the crucial details. If he knew, it would kill him. She tore half the pages savagely into strips and then into confetti and flushed them away.

"Are you out of paper?" said a kindly voice in the next stall. "Here, I'll hand some under the divider."

Rose fled.

Outdoors, her police car continued to idle and people continued to drive in and out of the parking lots. She walked between little button-shaped bushes, sinking in brown mounds of mulch that surrounded them, and over to the Mobil station. Here she got the key to the ladies' room, flushed some more paper down there, and leaving the key in the door without returning it, walked straight to Wendy's.

She shredded the last few pages into their toilet.

Next she went into the laundromat.

Rose had not often been in a laundromat. Her mother actually loved laundry and even loved ironing, claiming that ironing a dinner napkin was very satisfying, the only activity in life where you could make something perfect in twenty seconds.

Once during a hurricane, when they lost power and water for four days, Rose and Mom had come here to do the washing. The kind of person who frequented laundromats in this town was down-and-out, poor and struggling.

Rose looked at the tired, sagging women folding mountains of children's clothing and heaps of ragged towels. They could have been the same women she had met during the hurricane. She walked out the back door, because laundromats always had back entrances. Parked in two messy rows were old cars: a sad and dented Taurus station wagon, a beat-up Chevy van, an ancient rusted-out AMC hatchback, and a once-grand Town Car.

The Lincoln was filled with overflowing cardboard boxes, a tricycle without wheels, large tied plastic bags, stacks of yellowing magazines, and stuffed animals losing their stuffing. Either the owner was collecting tag sale rejects or was so fond of her junk that she stored it in the car.

The car wasn't locked. Rose opened its back door, untied a garbage bag, stuck the diary in, tied the bag back up, shut the car door, and walked around two other buildings to go into Dunkin' Donuts.

She was fading. A little sugar would help. Even at Dunkin' Donuts, a dollar and some change did not buy much. Rose chose a mixture of jelly-filled, cinnamon, and powdered-sugar doughnut holes. She pulled two large white napkins out of the dispenser, walked outside with her white paper bag, and looked around.

She should put distance between herself and the police car, the flushed toilets, and the Lincoln Town Car.

The fast-food places on Frontage Road backed up to warehouses, and beyond those, the city began. She could walk through the warehouse delivery yards, circle the big steel buildings, cross the next street, and be only a block from the library and the art gallery and the coffee shop where people sat for hours.

But what would be the point? The only place to go now was home.

Or jail.

Her legs were trembling. It was difficult to stand. Rose sat down on one of the small round white tables at the edge of the parking lot, facing the road and resting her feet on the weather-stained bench. The fringe of a faded sun umbrella shaded her eyes.

She could not eat the doughnuts after all. She pleated the bag between her fingers, spindling long wrinkly lines through the paper, until she had created a mountain range of crinkles on the doughnut bag.

She hoped it would be the police who picked her up and not her parents. She did not care about the police. She cared about her father and mother. The important thing was that they should never understand.

Indeed, they never were going to understand the theft of a car.

She knew kids whose parents didn't let them take blame for anything, whose parents yelled and fought and hired lawyers when their kids did something wrong, insisting it wasn't really wrong, or there were extenuating circumstances, or the witnesses had lied.

Rose's parents were not of this variety.

They had not bailed her older brother, now in college, out of jail the night he and a carload of friends were stopped, driving drunk. Everybody else's parents had. But the Lymonds, furious and ashamed, said a night in jail was just what Tabor deserved.

Rose did not want a night in jail.

She rather thought that stealing a police car meant several nights in jail. Possibly weeks or months.

I can handle it, she told herself. Stealing a police car means temporary punishment. Telling the truth is a life sentence.

A police car appeared down the road to her right, lights swirling but siren off. She held tightly to her bag of doughnut holes. She suddenly understood those real-life criminals in cop videos: losers who ran when they were surrounded, ran when they were wounded, ran when they were in a dead-end alley.

Rose Lymond wanted to run.

Instead she lifted her arm straight into the air and waved it once, like a flag on a pole, to catch their attention. I have the right to remain silent, Rose said to herself. I was silent four years ago. I've been silent this week. I can be silent now.

Bits of television played through her head, an electric storm of TV cop shows, men and women in blue, attack dogs and guns, officers' adrenaline pumped so high that they gasped and heaved while the weapon in their hands somehow stayed steady. In voices too loud, charged with fear and fury, invariably they shouted, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you."

My only ally is a Supreme Court decision, thought Rose.

The police saw her, put on a turn signal, and came slowly into the Dunkin' Donuts lot, the car pulling almost close enough to amputate her legs at the knees before it stopped. The cop had his phone up to his mouth.

No. It was a woman—young, tall, and tanned. Her name tag said Megan Moran. She looked at Rose in exasperation. "Your plan?" said Megan Moran acidly as she got out of her car and walked over. "Your hopes? Your expectations? Stealing a police car?"

A second police car appeared from the other direction, entering Burger King to pull up next to the idling vehicle Rose had abandoned.

"I just needed it for a minute," Rose said. "I would have taken a different car if there'd been one with the keys in it." This was not a good beginning for somebody who intended to remain silent.

The policewoman looked Rose over, opened the wrinkled white bag, found only holes, handed it back, and sat on the tabletop next to her. "You are one dumb kid," she said.

They sat together while the afternoon sun warmed Rose's face, and she tried to think silent, shrugging thoughts, but there was nothing to shrug about.

Two more police cars arrived. The policemen who had been in her living room were not among the ones who surrounded her now. They had lost their transportation. It was probably not a good thing to humiliate a policeman.

"Rose Lymond?" said one of them.

He was her parents' age. Rose did not know why this surprised her. She nodded. His tag said Craig Gretzak. It was a sharp, edgy name, but the man seemed mild. "Must be quite an important diary," he said next, not looking at her face but at her hand. Rose looked down, too, and saw with surprise that her hand was shaking so badly the bag was noisy, paper rustling and doughnut holes thudding softly against one another.

With difficulty she set the bag on the little white table and folded her arms across her chest.

"Where is the diary?" asked Megan Moran.

Rose said nothing. She reminded herself of her strategy, the one word a long thin repeating line silencesilencesilencesilencesilence until it became a hiss, a snake in her heart.

It occurred to her that the police had no idea what to do next.

They hadn't known what to do back at her house, either. When Rose said, "I don't remember, I wasn't looking, I can't think of anything," the police were stymied. Rose had drifted away, heading for the kitchen, planning on a glass of lemonade. The month of May had started out surprisingly hot and they were drinking summer drinks already. Her mother was a pink lemonade person and her father a yellow. Rose liked to cut hers half and half with seltzer to make lemonade soda pop.


Excerpted from Fatality by Caroline B. Cooney. Copyright © 2001 Caroline B. Cooney. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
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Fatality 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 32 reviews.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This is about a guy who has taken his daughter and one of her friends up north camping with them the girls witnesses the dad killing the neighbor. All this time she has been keeping a diary and then one day some one finally finds it and reads it and.....
Guest More than 1 year ago
When my friends and I started reading this book we were glued to it!! we read it all through camp 1 day 'until our counselor made us put it down' at some parts we didn't understand the point of talking about Rose's'the main character' brother's band but it all made sense in the end I LOVE THIS BOOK!!!!! Rose is a quiet, smart girl that is trapped in her thoughts when she finds out that 4 years after she went to her friend Angelica's summer house the police want her diary!! She steals a police car and does other things that damnage her rep,but she doesnt care!! I was so suprised by the ending I couldn't sleep @ night!! READ THIS BOOK!!! its amazing...trust me u wont regret it!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Don't waste your time with this book. Although I am rather impressed with the surprise twist at the end, it is not worth the effort. It did intrigue me, however, at how amazing Rose is at keeping a secret. I would never be able to have the pressure of having everyone against me. The best parts about this book were the times when this good little girl showed her bad side. For instance, she stole a police car! Yet she is a strait A, goody-goody girl. The worst parts were when it seemed like the author was trying to take up more time by babbling on. It seemed like she had to have a two hundred page book. I do not recommend this book. Go read Fahrenheit 451!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think that Fatality is quite a good book. It is about a girl named Rose, which has a secret hidden in her journal that some people think has to do with a murder that she may have witnessed. Fatality kept me on the edge of my seat for almost the entire book.It is quite a pretty easy read, but very interesting.It had me wanting to know what secret was hiding in her journal.Fatality has a big twist at the end that adds some interesting details to the story. Yet, the secret that is found in Rose¿s journal could use a little bit of spicing up. I recommend this book to almost anyone. I personally don¿t really like mystery books, but this one caught my attention.
Guest More than 1 year ago
fatality is about this girl named rose that made a bad choice four years ago, and she got into a lot of trouble with the law but thats not what shes worried about,she kept a diary someone knows something she wrote in her diary that noone els does and he or she will do anything to keep her quite! So if you like suspence and mystery you will like this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Fatality is one of the best books that I have ever read! It holds you hostage till the very end. This book is about a girl named Rose, an honor student, that has a secret that will change her life. She won't tell... her mouth is stapled shut. But does her secret really hold the key to who murdered Kit, a partner of a big business firm? Will her silence be the thing to kill her? My favorite part of this book is when Rose finally tells her secret. You don't expect what she tells. When you open this book you are amazed at the way the author just pulls you in! It is a fast read that will hold you captive and I recommend this to everyone!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really did like this book. It was packed with mystery and it kept me on the edge of my seat. One bad thing about this book was that in the begging it took a little while to get into the book and it took a little while to understand why she didn't want anyone to read her diary. Another thing that I liked was that the book went into great detail about how kids felt and how they really act when they are acknowledges that they are there. The best part of the book is about the middle of it, maybe a little bit closer to the end, but it was action packed and had you actually be in the story and feel the tension in the book. One other thing that I did not like about it was the end. It was very boring and there are no other words for it, but all in all it was a very well written book and I would recommend it to anyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It was really hard for me to get through the first part of the book. There was nothing in it that made me want to keep on reading it. Not an adventure book at all. In the end there was some suspense that was exciting but it seemed like it took forever to actually get there. It dragged on and on forever! The worst part to read in it is at the very first when rose is telling about how junior high was. It seemed like it was repeating itself over and over, just saying how mean kids were the whole time! I would not recommend this book to people who like adventure stories.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the book Fatlity, and I liked it, until I was reading the very last chapters. This part was what it was all leading up to, and it did a fantastic job at making me read it page after page not wanting to put it down. And then it ended in a way that made me want more and wanted me to write my own ending because when I found out the secret I felt stupid that I even wasted my time on reading it with such great anticipation. I belive that this book is a great book to read just dont really think the secrets will shock you, because they were stupid.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought that Fatality was a pretty good book. This book was easy to read, and easy to follow along. It also was pretty suspensful, so it kept you guessing. It is just one of those books that you don't want to put down. I think the best part of this book was the ending because it all works out for the main character Rose, in the end. Probably the worst part of the book was the beginning when Rose makes a stupid decision and decides to steal a police car. I would recommend for you to read this book, because in the end it turned out to be pretty good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was absolutely horrible. i hate to criticize here, but it was horrible. first of all, where did this take place, a puritan colony? the way these people were talking you'd think this was Shakespeare... or Barney the Purple Dinosaur! ok, the beginning was great. but the ending--FORGET IT! even I could have written better than that and my creativity is very limited! the secret was NOTHING--if rose thought she should hide THAT, shes crazy. and if she believed what her mother said, like, 'oh, if he found out, it would kill him', shes an idiot. she should have just come out about the secret already. actually, everyone WHO KNEW IT SHOULD HAVE.i think caroline b. cooney is a great writer, but this book was very sloppy, poorly written, and had bad messages. like: go ahead, take risks, as long as you dont get hurt! and: keep secrets if you think was people say is what youll take LITERALLY all in all, this was a poor book. its a waste of my money and my time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I chose to read this book for a class project. It started off well... with some mystery to it. It did get a bit confusing in the middle. The end was not the big thrilling ending I was expecting. It could of had a bit more of 'her' in to so to speak. It was 'A Good Book'
Guest More than 1 year ago
Fatality I didn¿t like this book very much for a couple of reasons. First of all the ending was horrible, and second the author would make you all anxious to see what was going to happen next, and it would just be nothing at all. For example she ripped out like ten pages from her diary on the weekend that a big murder happened, so you start to think that she has this deep dark secret, but it turns out to be something very dumb. There were some parts that I liked. When she is picking up garbage on the side of the rode, and this car tries to run her over, but just in time she jumps over the guard rail and, and she is save. I do not recommend this book to anyone but don¿t take my word for it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the book fatality. I really liked this book because it has a lot of suspense. I also liked the part where Rose stole the diary and flushed some pages down a fast food resaurant's toilet. You'll like this book if you like suspense and problem solving books. I would recommend this book to everyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I did not like this book very much. The story is about a girl and a secret about a murder mystery. It was kind of slow, and not very exciting. It would've been better if there was more action and suspense. The worst part was the ending because the whole plot makes you think that it's going to be a big ending, and it's actually a little boring. The author didn't do the best job pulling it altogether. I would not recommend reading this book. There are a lot of murder/suspense books out there, and this was definitely not one of them.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I liked the book Fatality, up until the part where it ended! It didn't have a very good ending because it didn't fit the story plot. The best part of this book was how it was mysterious and very suspensful. I would recommend this novel to anyone who loves mystery but hates bad endings!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Throughout the whole time that I was reading this book, I was waiting for something big and exciting to happen but it never came. I do not reccomend this book to anyone because it is boring, never-ending, and confusing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
wow...this book is freaky and twisted....rose is caught inbetween to sides of a story....she has to work her way around her family and the cops to hold the secret in.....but will the secret be kept?....read it and find out.....
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book, but her secret she was trying to protect was a little dumb. It didn't really have anything to do with the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this is an awesome book! it keeps you guessing and guessing. i bet he did it...wait no HER wait...no HIM and thats what you want from a book. if mine are not the best HERS are!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a great 'edge of your seat' book. It took me only a couple of days to read it because it was so good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm 11 and just read this book. I checked it out from school and it is awsome!!!! It's so mysterious and confusing until you read the whole thing!!!!!! I AM hooked on this author and it's on my christmas wish list!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
i loved the face on the milk carton series, and this deserves 2 thumbs up. Full of suspense, and twists. this is one of her best books yet!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a GREEEEAAAATTT book. Period. This is a GREEEEAAAATTT author. Period. I do usually like thrillers like this and I loved this one.