I know who you are.
When Riley first gets the postcard tucked into her bag, she thinks it's a joke. Then she finds a birth certificate for a girl named Jane Elizabeth O'Leary hidden inside her baby book.
Riley's parents have always been pretty overprotective. What if it wasn't for her safety...but fear of her finding out their secret? What have they been hiding? The more Riley digs for answers, the more questions she has.
The only way to know the truth? Find out what happened to Jane O'Leary.
Praise for Truly, Madly, Deadly
"A fast-paced thriller."—Kirkus Reviews
"What a ride! Full of twists and turns — including an ending you won't see coming!"—April Henry, New York Times bestselling author of The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die
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"No, Riley. No way."
"But, Dad, you haven't even heard-"
Riley Spencer's father took a slurping sip from his coffee cup and looked over the rim at his daughter. "I said no. End of discussion."
Riley blew out a sigh and crossed the kitchen, slamming the cupboard door after retrieving a coffee cup.
"I hope you're pouring that for me," her mother said, coming up over her shoulder and slipping the now-full cup out of Riley's hands. "What's going on?"
Riley fumed. "I can't go on the school trip-the school trip to look at colleges-and now I can't even drink a cup of coffee! It's like you want to keep me here in this stupid little fortress forever!"
Riley's parents were staring at her, her father in mid-sip with newspaper in one hand, her mother with a glint of a half-smile on her pale pink lips.
"Ry, we talked about this."
"No," Riley said, "we did not talk about this. You talked about this. And no one said I couldn't drink coffee."
Her father shrugged and went back to his paper. "Have a cup of coffee. Be five foot two for the rest of your life. See if I care."
"We already had this discussion, hon. Your father and I said no." Riley saw her mother's eyes flash over the rim of her coffee cup. She gave a quick glance at her husband, and Riley knew she was shut out.
Her mother sighed. "It's not like we do this for no reason, Ry." She shook a single pill from the prescription bottle and held it in her palm. "There will be crowds and a lot of confusion. Dr. Morley said it would be best to ease into a new environment."
Riley glared at the tiny pill before snatching it up and popping it into her mouth. "What's the point of taking antianxiety medication if I never even have the opportunity to get anxious?" But even as she said the words, a tiny, singeing panic burned up the back of her neck. "It's not like I have a panic attack every time I leave the house or anything."
She slumped, glaring through lowered lashes at each of her parents. She let out a low, dejected sigh before pushing around the cereal in her bowl.
"Well, I guess getting straight As doesn't matter anymore anyway. If I can't even go check out a university on a heavily chaperoned school-sponsored trip, there's no reason to even apply to college. I mean, I don't want to go to a school I've never even visited. Even if it is my beloved father's alma mater. What if there are rapists and murderers surrounding the campus? I'd be caught totally off guard. I guess it's going to be Crescent City Junior College after all. I hear they have a pretty decent math department. I think it was ranked eighty-fifth in America's Best Junior Colleges. Eighty-fifth. That's not bad, right?"
"Ry, we agreed that your dad and I would take you and Shelby to look at colleges over your spring break. What happened to that?"
Riley looked her mother full in the face and blinked. "I have a thirst for knowledge that can't wait, Mom."
A beat passed as her parents shared an is-she-serious look.
"Oh, come on!" Riley moaned.
"Ry, honey." Her mother patted her hand. "We need to make sure you're taken care of. We just like to know you're safe." She offered Riley a tight-lipped smile.
"I'll be safe. You can call me every five minutes. You can shoot one of those pet tracker chips in the back of my neck!"
Her father cocked his head, but he didn't look about to relent. Riley's lower lip started to quiver. She hadn't planned on pulling out the big guns until the situation got dire, but her eyes filled with tears on their own.
Her mother let out a long sigh. "Your father and I will talk about it again."
"‘Talk about it again'?" Shelby Webber snapped as she followed Riley up the stairs that afternoon. "That's good, right?"
Riley gave her best friend a look.
"OK, it's not a definite no."
"Might as well be. How long does it take for them to talk about it? ‘Hey, Ry should go on her school trip. Oh, OK.' Three seconds. Not an entire school day, which is like a lifetime in me-waiting-to-go-on-a-trip time."
Riley dumped her backpack on the floor and flopped down onto her bed. "Face it, Shelb. I'm trapped. I'm never going to get out of here. You'll go off to college, forget about me, and I'll be here, under curfew, reporting back to my parents."
Shelby's lips quirked up in a half smile. "Drama queen, party of one?"
"Shut up." Riley's stone gray eyes went up to Shelby, who was biting her lip, looking nervous. "What?"
"It's just-and I seriously hate to ask this, you know, because you're not going and all, but..."
Riley rolled her eyes. "Spit it out. What do you want?"
"Can I borrow your Hudson sweatshirt?"
"So you can ride up to Hudson without me, wearing my Hudson sweatshirt, without me?"
"Forget I said anything."
"No, no." Riley sighed as she pushed herself off the bed. "I'm going to die in this room anyway. Someone might as well get some use out of my clothes. The sweatshirt is probably still packed in one of the moving boxes." She jutted a thumb over her shoulder at the haphazard spread of torn-open cardboard boxes spread around the room.
"I can't believe you guys moved all the way out here." Shelby shuddered like the Blackwood Hills Estates, with its empty model homes and landscaping of mud and excess construction materials, was a hideous other planet. Which it kind of was.
"Thanks for coming all the way to outer Mongolia to visit me." Riley narrowed her eyes. "Unless it was all a ploy just to borrow my sweatshirt."
"I would never scam you that way, Ry. Not without getting some matching shoes or something too."
Riley poked through one of the boxes on her bedroom floor. "Oh, actually, it's probably in my parent's room."
Shelby followed Riley across the hall. "Why is it with their stuff?"
"Because technically, it's my dad's. It was my dad's. He got it when he was at Hudson. Never wears it anymore, so it's mine now."
"Whenever you sneak it out of their room."
Riley put her hands on her hips. "Do you want it or not?"
"Lead the way."
Riley put her hand on her parents' bedroom doorknob and turned to Shelby. "By the way, if anyone asks, we were never here. Ever."
Shelby looked around. "Your parents always let me come over."
"Not here, here! In my parents' room." Even as she said it, her heart skipped a little-but she smashed the niggling, rule-breaking guilt way down and piled her tethered-to-Crescent City annoyance on top of it. "We're not exactly supposed to be"-she made air quotes-"in there."
"Oh, Riley's breaking the rules!"
Riley narrowed her eyes and Shelby rolled hers. "Oh my God, Ry, your parents are, like, the nicest people on the planet. They're going to beat you if they find out you were in their room?"
"No! But they flip out over the weirdest things. When we were packing up the other house, I was trying to find some room for my shoes so I went through one of my dad's den boxes and he fully spazzed out."
"Awesome. We're going through the boxes of an unbalanced dude who can snap when people go through his boxes."
"He's not unbalanced. Just...wildly protective of office supplies?"
"Yep, that's logical."
Shelby let out a low whistle when Riley pushed her through the door to her parents' bedroom. "This is amazing. If you have to spend your whole life in the house anyway, you should have chosen this room."
"Would if I could. Here." Riley pushed open the closet and lugged out three enormous cardboard boxes. "It's in one of these. But other than the stuff in there, don't touch anything."
As if on cue, Riley's cell phone went off, a classic telephone ring that made her eyes roll. "It's like they know we're here." A hot stripe shot up the back of her neck, and she faked a cheerful voice. "Hi, Dad."
"Hey ya, turnip."
"Please, Dad-stop with the turnip stuff already."
"But you know how much I love turnips!"
Riley watched Shelby pacing the room, picking things up off her mother's dresser. She covered the phone and waved frantically at Shelby, mouthing, don't touch anything!
Shelby held her hands up and Riley had a fleeting thought that her father was just outside the bedroom door, ready to catch them both and sentence her to a lifetime grounding. She jumped when her father cleared his throat on his end of the phone.
"So, I guess you don't even want to know why I was calling."
Riley took a deep breath. "Hey, Dad, why are you calling?"
He chuckled. "Better. Anyway, your mother was here for lunch and we talked."
Riley held her breath, the edges of her stomach starting to quiver. "And?"
"And we've decided you can go on your school trip."
Riley blinked, mouth open. Shelby just stared. "Wait," Riley said into the phone. "What's the catch?"
"There is no catch."
"There has to be. Like, you're chaperoning, or Mom slipped a GPS tracker into my Cheerios."
Her father chuckled again. "Nothing like that. But there are rules. We'll talk about them tonight over dinner."
"OK." Riley's grin was so big it hurt her cheeks. "Thanks, Dad."
Shelby rushed up to her, grabbing both wrists. "You're going. They're letting you go!"
"They're letting me go." Riley said the words slowly, and Shelby dropped her arms and stood back appraisingly.
"What is this that you're doing? This isn't the happy dance. This isn't the dance of ‘we are spending an entire weekend on a college campus with no parents.' What dance is this?"
Riley's eyes swept her parents' room, the torn-open boxes. They had just given her permission to go on a trip even as she pawed through all their stuff...
She worried her bottom lip. "They're up to something."
"What are you talking about?"
"My parents never let me go anywhere. They never let me do anything. And suddenly, poof, they listen to me and let me go to another city? No."
"Maybe pod people ate your parents. Who cares? Your pod father gave you permission."
Riley looked up. "Maybe I shouldn't go."
Shelby slung her arm over Riley's shoulder and sat her gently on the bed. She dropped into a soothing voice as she petted Riley's hand. "What you're feeling is normal, Riley. There's even a name for it. It's called Stockholm syndrome."
Riley shoved Shelby but laughed. "Shut up!"
"You shut up. We're going away for the weekend! Be. Excited."
Riley thought about she and Shelby, lounging on a big green lawn in the shadow of a huge university and several university men.
After breaking into spontaneous happy dances and a short round of screams, Riley went back to the cardboard boxes. "OK, I feel kind of bad being in here, but now it's even more important. The sweatshirt for you and"-she disappeared waist-deep into one of the boxes and rifled around, coming up with a faded, vintage-looking Hudson tee-"this for me."
"We're going to be college girls!"
"No parents, free for the weekend!"
With gusto, Shelby dug into the box in front of her. Her flailing legs immediately stilled.
Riley stood. "Shelbs? Are you all right? Did a giant clothes rat eat your head off?"
"Oh my God!" Shelby flopped out of the box, cheeks red, maniacal grin spreading across her face. She waved a thick book with a pink gingham cover, the whole thing rimmed in eyelet lace. "Is this what I think it is?"
Riley crossed her arms in front of her chest, confused. "What do you think it is?"
Shelby climbed up on Riley's parents' bed and flopped on her stomach, chin in hands, book in front of her. Riley did the same.
"I think it's a tribute to the life of one cutesy-wutesy Wriley Spenca." She pinched one of Riley's cheeks. "Aww," she cooed, once she lifted the cover and revealed a wrinkled picture of Riley, dwarfed by a polka-dot-patterned baby blanket and a teeny little hat.
"I was a pretty cute baby," Riley said, grinning to herself.
"Nah, cute toddler. You were at least three in that pic."
"How do you know how old I was?"
"Are you kidding me? I can spot a toddler at eighty paces. And then I turn around and run the other way before my mom makes me babysit it."
Shelby went back to flipping through the pages while Riley hopped off the bed and continued shopping through her mother's clothes.
"Ugh. How do my parents expect any guy to look at me-let alone a college guy-in stuff like this?" Riley held up a particularly unflattering shirt with buttons in the shape of miniature horse heads.
Shelby just turned a page in the baby book, not bothering to look up. "A, that's probably their whole point and B, they probably expect you to wear your own clothes."
Riley groaned and dove back in the box where the album came from, grumbling about her mother's love of holiday turtlenecks.
"Ah ha!" she beamed a minute later, holding the Hudson sweatshirt up against her. She twirled, admiring herself in the mirror. "You know, now that I'm going on the trip too, maybe I should just wear this. It looks good on me, right?"
Shelby looked up. "Absolutely. You wear the sweatshirt I'm so totally borrowing, and I'll wear a sweatshirt with this on it." She held up the pink gingham album, open to a heinously embarrassing picture of four-year-old Riley on the toilet.
"You play dirty."
"You're the one on the toilet, toots. Sweatshirt, please."
Riley balled up the shirt and tossed it at Shelby, knocking the album right out of her hands and onto the floor.
"OK," Riley said, going back to the box. "We just need to get everything back in the box on Monday, and my parents will never notice."
Shelby picked up the album. "Um, they might notice you broke your baby book."
Anxiety pricked at the base of Riley's neck. Though her parents wouldn't let her go out for anything, they were pretty laid back when it came to just about anything else-as long as Riley followed the one cardinal rule: no going through their things.
Which inadvertently means no borrowing without asking, Riley thought. She immediately chased the thought away.
"It's just a couple of shirts," she muttered to herself.
"Hello?" Shelby said, holding up the book.
Riley snapped from her headspace. She crossed the room and took the baby book from Shelby, gingerly pulling at the paper that was now sticking out from the spine end.
"Oh," she said, relief crashing over her in waves. "It's not broken; there's just a little slit here in the cover. It's kind of hidden behind the bunny. See?" She held the book up for Shelby to inspect. "This was in there."
Shelby's eyes went wide. "What is it? Some kind of mysterious message?"
"Oh my God, Shelby, we need to find you a guy."
Riley pulled the paper out and unfolded it, sucking in a breath.
"What is it?"
Riley frowned. "Kind of a mysterious message. It's a birth certificate."
Riley shook her head. "I don't think so."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Filled with suspense, intrigue, mystery and romance this story will have readers racing to the end wanting to see if they guessed correctly. The synopsis of See Jane Run initially reminded me of the classic The Face on the Milk Carton--a childhood favorite of mine so I was instantly drawn to this. With this, I was nervous too as I did not want to compare Ms. Jayen's book to Ms. Cooney's but I am relieved to say this one did not disappointment nor is it the same book duplicated--another relief. :-) Riley finds a birth certificate with another girl's name on it--is it hers or is it someone else's? Did her parents steal her or is she adopted? Where does she belong? Then, on top of dealing with this, she cannot shake the feelings feelings that someone is messing with her head or watching her. There is intrigue, mystery and suspense woven into the story on almost every page. Added to the mix is a romance that develops between Riley and JD. While there is some predictable moments (but what mystery does not really), I do not feel that it detracted from the overall appeal from this book. This would be great for reluctant readers as I think it is fast paced enough to hold most reader's attention.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book! The way Hannah Jayne writes keeps you guessing until the end!
Riley is pretty much your typical teenager. Her parents are extremely overprotective. They say it is for her own good, especially since Riley can suffer from panic attacks and has to take medication for it. But given that Riley is a teen she feels like she is being punished more than protected. As soon as Riley discovers a birth certificate belonging to a Jane O’Leary, she is filled with all sorts of curiosity and questions. So naturally she begins digging for information. Her best friend Shelby was a little too pushy in trying to get her to look into who Jane is, but I guess that sort of got the ball rolling. The suspense builds in the story as someone starts sending Riley postcards saying they know who she is. It made me wonder if someone was watching her or just trying to toy with her. It could be just because I am a sucker for a mystery, but the mystery of the story was the part that kept my interest the most and kept me flipping pages. The twists and turns had me on the edge of my seat. And I had a hard time trying to guess who was being honest and what the truth actually was. **I received this book on behalf of the Publisher as part of this blog tour in exchange for nothing but my honest opinion.**
4.5 Stars 'See Jane Run' is a fantastic young adult mystery/thriller that will have you guessing until the very end. It follows leading lady Riley as she discovers a strange birth certificate hidden in her baby book in her parent's closet. The certificate isn't for her, but for someone named Elizabeth O'Leary. Riley's world quickly spins out of control as she tries to find information on who Elizabeth was, what happened to her, and finally - the truth. Things keep escalating for Riley when she begins to get strange postcards telling her that they know the truth and who she really is. Is Riley really Elizabeth? If so, why have her parents lied to her all this time? In the end, Riley must learn who she can actually trust, and to learn to trust in herself as well, if she's going to survive. I read the author's other YA thriller, 'Truly Madly Deadly', and really enjoyed it - so I jumped on the chance to review this one for Sourcebook's tour. I was definitely not disappointed. I'm happy to say that this novel exceeded any expectations I might have had and left my mind boggled until the end. The characters were all very well written, especially Riley. She's a typical teenage girl with overprotective parents, issues at school, and other normal problems. She also has panic attacks and severe claustrophobia - which I really thought was great that the author made the character flawed in these ways. Not much light is shed on mental illness - even ones like panic attacks and anxiety disorders - so I'm glad that the lead character had these problems and was still depicted as a strong person and able to overcome her panic attacks and fear. The other characters in the book were also very well written, which definitely helped with the mystery portion of the story. When Riley begins to question the truth about everything and everyone - all the little details become relevant or even incredibly important - so the smaller details that were included about the characters was a great addition. The plot was insane. I'm not sure how else to describe it. I was literally sucked into the story from the beginning and ended up reading it in one sitting. It starts with the birth certificate that Riley finds in her parent's closet and then just takes you on a roller coaster from there. There's actually a lot of different parts to the mystery and so many twists and turns that I felt clueless as to what the truth was half the time. I'd get a great theory going in my mind and then a curveball would get thrown into the mix and I would be completely lost again. I have to admit that I love thrillers and mystery novels and I love trying to solve them before the characters do. I figured out part of it with this book, but there were so many extra details and twists to it that I wasn't completely sure of anything until the very end. It definitely threw me for a loop more than once. Overall, this was a phenomenal YA mystery/thriller and fans of the genre should definitely read this one. After being blown away by these past two books, I'm definitely keeping a close eye on this author and what she'll come out with next. Very highly recommended! Disclosure: I received a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.
Useless story line. Slow moving and not credible
This book is amazing. I read the other book ny the author, which was great and 6mnths later as well which was also fantastic. This book kept me on the edge of my seat and I loved it!
I have recently read Hannah Jayne's first novel Truly Madly Deadly and loved it. It was everything a YA mystery novel could be and I was excited when I found out she wrote another mystery YA novel, See Jane Run. This isn't a murder mystery though but that isn't where the differences stop between Truly Madly Deadly and See Jane Run. Unfortunately, See Jane Run was much less engaging and somewhat suffering an identity crisis in my opinion. I am no stranger to birth secrets, especially since I watch a ton of korean dramas, however in See Jane Run, I just felt that the intro to the mystery was a bit… peculiar and unrealistic. Riley and her friend find a birth certificate of a girl named Jane and Riley's friend starts all these conspiracy theories about her parents being kidnappers, murderers, psychopaths, which gets Riley very worked up and concerned.. First thing I would do in this situation is LAUGH IT OFF, and move on.. seriously. I don't get how her friend's lame theories were the instigators to this whole mystery. Also Riley just didn't want to ask her parents at all.. and when creepy things happened.. she never really tried to reach out to them or even the police.. she just kept everything to herself. Also, the mystery itself was very slow moving and frankly quite boring at times.. However towards the ending, when the mystery was finally revealed.. I was seriously freaked out. I give Jayne credit for the creep factor but I wish she was able to keep me interested throughout the whole novel, like how I was while reading Truly Madly Deadly. We also have the typical love interest who is always a bit suspicious, coupled with her friend, these two were basically the only secondary characters after counting the parents. I wish we delved more in their lives, but they were still great secondary characters. Overall See Jane Run was a bit of a disappointment but if you are a mystery fan then you should pick it up and read it! I personally still pick up any of Jayne's upcoming YA mysteries; if you haven't read Truly Madly Deadly, I suggest you do it ASAP.
Riley Spencer is an ordinary high school girl. She and her parents have moved into a new subdivision, which makes Riley feel more isolated than ever. Her parents are already way too overprotective, not even letting her go on a school trip to visit colleges. When Riley’s best friend Shelby comes over, they find a birth certificate which isn’t Riley’s but belongs to Jane Elizabeth O’Leary. After searching online for anything about Jane, Riley starts getting mysterious messages and feels like she’s being followed. All Riley wants to do is find out who Jane is and what relation she has to her and her family. Yet the answers may be more than she bargained for… SEE JANE RUN is a YA thriller/mystery with an interesting cast of characters and a secret which threatens to tear a family apart. I liked Riley, even with her panic attacks and paranoia, which were explained later in the book. I wasn’t a fan of Shelby and thought she acted like a twit instead of a true best friend. JD Davison is the bad boy who is looking out for Riley (and may want to be more than just friends) and I really liked his character. Parts of the story I was able to figure out pretty quickly, but there were other aspects which eluded me until the ending. I enjoyed the quick pace of the story which helped me be fully engaged. While I wasn’t a fan of some of the behavior of the characters, I did like the overall effect it had on setting the stage for Riley’s search. SEE JANE RUN is a suspenseful story in the truest sense of the word!
After reading Hannah Jayne's YA thriller Truly, Madly, Deadly, I jumped at the chance to check out more of her work. This mystery/thriller is not only captivating, keeping you guessing and questioning until the very end, but is also provides a refreshingly different type of story in the YA genre. Riley and her best friend accidentally stumble on some information regarding Riley, and it causes her to question everything in her life. Riley's character is likable, though I did want to shake her a few times. Shelby, her best friend was kind of aggravating. Then there is JD, the bad boy who brings the romantic edge into the story, though the romance is minimal in the overall plot of the story. There are several twists and turns that fueled the thrilling and suspenseful aspect of the story as the mystery unfolds. While I didn't like See Jayne Run as well as I did Truly, Madly, Deadly, overall, it was a good read and something that YA and even MG thriller/mystery fans would probably enjoy.