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Two Can Keep a Secret

...if One is Dead

Karen M. McManus

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"When it comes to YA suspense, Karen M. McManus is in a league of her own. Fresh off her best-selling breakout One of Us Is Lying . . . the author has returned with a juicy second novel. It's even better than what came before." --EW

The "must-read YA thriller" (Bustle) from #1 New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying!

Echo Ridge is small-town America. Ellery's never been there, but she's heard all about it. Her aunt went missing there at age seventeen. And only five years ago, a homecoming queen put the town on the map when she was killed. Now Ellery has to move there to live with a grandmother she barely knows.

The town is picture-perfect, but it's hiding secrets. And before school even begins for Ellery, someone has declared open season on homecoming, promising to make it as dangerous as it was five years ago. Then, almost as if to prove it, another girl goes missing.

Ellery knows all about secrets. Her mother has them; her grandmother does too. And the longer she's in Echo Ridge, the clearer it becomes that everyone there is hiding something. The thing is, secrets are dangerous--and most people aren't good at keeping them. Which is why in Echo Ridge, it's safest to keep your secrets to yourself.


Praise for Karen M. McManus's
One of Us Is Lying

New York Times

An Best YA Book of the Year

Best YA Book of the Year

Best Young Adult Book of the Year

Pretty Little Liars
The Breakfast make room for
One of Us Is Lying in your bags, because this is one carry-on you
won't want to put down."

A whodunit with a Breakfast Club twist...following four unique voices
on a chase to find the killer, this one will keep you guessing until the very, very end." --

"This is
no ordinary whodunit...surprising and relevant."--
USA Today

More Praise for Two Can Keep a Secret :

"It's even better than what came before: more exciting, with richer characters and a stronger final-act twist. . . . This is a murder-mystery, and a damn good one, the town of Echo Ridge steeped in an irresistible menace, the questions at the heart of the novel turning darker and deeper with each new revelation. That's what should rightly make this another smash best-seller." -EW

"A must-read YA thriller if you love Riverdale and Sharp Objects." -Bustle

★ "The mystery unfurls at a deliciously escalating pace, filled with believable red herrings and shocking twists. Readers will furiously turn pages until the satisfying end....with well-earned thrills and spooky atmosphere worth sinking into." -Kirkus Reviews, Starred Review

★ "With complex characters and intricate plotting, McManus delivers a fast-paced, twisty whodunit." -Publishers Weekly, Starred Review

"Tightly knit and well-placed plot elements, along with the development of Ellery and Malcolm's relationship, keep pages turning until the revelation of the murderer's identity and motivations, as well as some other secrets that turn out satisfyingly well." -Bulletin

"McManus follows up her smash hit debut, One of Us Is Lying, with another twisted mystery...[that will have readers] speeding their way to the end." -Booklist

More Praise for Karen McManus's One of Us Is Lying :
A New York Public Library's Best Book for Teens Selection
A CBC Teen Choice Book Award Nominee
A Bustle Best Young Adult Book of May 2017
A Goodreads Best Young Adult Book of the Year Nominee
A YALSA Top Ten Best Fiction Book Nominee
A YALSA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers

"You'll tear through this juicy, super-fun (if murder can ever be fun?) thriller." --Bustle

"Twisty plotting, breakneck pacing and intriguing characterisation add up to an exciting, single-sitting thrillerish treat." -The Guardian

"Readers will have a hard time putting this clever page-turner down."

"An addictive, devour-in-one-sitting thriller with so many twists and turns you'll be wondering until the very end: Who really killed Simon?"-Kara Thomas, author of The Darkest Corners and Little Monsters

★ "[As] McManus's intense mystery unfolds...each character becomes more complex and nuanced, adding richness and depth to the suspense." -VOYA, Starred Review

"This fast-paced blend of Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, and classic John Hughes will leave readers racing to the finish as the try to unravel the mystery on their own." -Kirkus Reviews

"One of Us Is Lying is flat-out addictive...[McManus] weaves an authentic, suspenseful mystery that readers can imagine taking place at their very own high school." -RT Book Reviews

"A smart, twisted, and unpredictable YA mystery that will have readers guessing until the very end." -SLJ

"An engaging, enticing look at the pressures of high school and the things that cause a person to lose control." -Booklist

Karen M. McManus earned her BA in English from the College of the Holy Cross and her MA in journalism from Northeastern University. She is the #1 
New York Times bestselling author of
One of Us Is Lying, its sequel
One of Us Is Next, and
Two Can Keep a Secret. Her work has been published in more than 40 languages. To learn more about Karen and her books, visit, or follow @writerkmc on Twitter and Instagram.


Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 336
Altersempfehlung 14 - 17 Jahr(e)
Erscheinungsdatum 08.01.2019
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-1-984851-90-1
Verlag Random House LCC US
Maße (L/B/H) 21,1/14,1/3 cm
Gewicht 333 g
Verkaufsrang 686


3 Bewertungen

von einer Kundin/einem Kunden aus Waldbronn am 28.02.2021
Bewertet: Taschenbuch

Meine Tochter (17) findet das Buch sehr spannend (ebenso wie "One of us is lying" und "One of us is next"). Sie liest gern mal englische Bücher und hatte kein Problem mit dem Verständnis.

Chilling YA Thriller
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden am 18.07.2019
Bewertet: Format: eBook (ePUB)

"Two Can Keep a Secret" is only her second book, but Karen M. McManus is gathering a following fast - me included. Up until now Ezra and Ellery have never been to their mother's home town, but heard all about it and the gruelling stories that surround it. Malcom has lived in Echo Ridge, for better or for worse, all his life, s... "Two Can Keep a Secret" is only her second book, but Karen M. McManus is gathering a following fast - me included. Up until now Ezra and Ellery have never been to their mother's home town, but heard all about it and the gruelling stories that surround it. Malcom has lived in Echo Ridge, for better or for worse, all his life, suffering through the attention that comes with being the younger brother of a rumored murderer. When ghosts of times past resurface and threaten the town once again, they find themselves right in the middle of it all. Even though this is a YA thriller, I am certain that many adults will enjoy it, too. McManus is great at creating suspense and setting her readers on the wrong track time and time again only to surprise them at every twist and turn. I enjoyed reading this story from a dual point of view and could relate to Ellery and Malcom and their ways of thinking quite easily. There's only one plot twist I saw coming some time beforehand, but the book's last line sent chills down my spine, nonetheless. Given the at times rather graphic (violent) scenes, I recommend "Two Can Keep a Secret" to teens aged 14 and up. If you enjoy a good thrill, you will definitely love this unputdownable novel.

Welcome to Murderland
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden am 22.06.2019
Bewertet: Einband: Taschenbuch

Twenty years ago a girl went missing. Five years ago someone killed the Homecoming Queen of Echo Ridge High. And this year someone is about to kill the new queen. When Ellery and her brother move to their grandmother in Echo Ridge, they know that this little town has some dark secrets. Twenty years ago their mother's twin sis... Twenty years ago a girl went missing. Five years ago someone killed the Homecoming Queen of Echo Ridge High. And this year someone is about to kill the new queen. When Ellery and her brother move to their grandmother in Echo Ridge, they know that this little town has some dark secrets. Twenty years ago their mother's twin sister disappeared. And then five years ago a girl got murdered in "Murderland", a Halloween Park in Echo Ridge. As Ellery is nominated as Homecoming Queen someone starts to threaten her and a deadly race starts. I don't know what to say about this story, because I really like all the characters and it all reminds me of Riverdale or Pretty Little Liars. On the other hand I knew nearly exactly what was going on (which I shouldn't, considering it a misery novel). Anyway it was a nice story and a quick read. I really enjoyed it.

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  • Ellery


    Friday, August 30



    If I believed in omens, this would be a bad one.


    There’s only one suitcase left on the baggage carousel. It’s bright pink, covered with Hello Kitty stickers, and definitely not mine.


    My brother, Ezra, watches it pass us for the fourth time, leaning on the handle of his own oversized suitcase. The crowd around the carousel is nearly gone, except for a couple arguing about who was supposed to keep track of their rental car reservation. “Maybe you should take it,” Ezra suggests. “Seems like whoever owns it wasn’t on our flight, and I bet they have an interesting wardrobe. A lot of polka dots, probably. And glitter.” His phone chimes, and he pulls it out of his pocket. “Nana’s outside.”


    “I can’t believe this,” I mutter, kicking the toe of my sneaker against the carousel’s metal side. “My entire life was in that suitcase.”


    It’s a slight exaggeration. My actual entire life was in La Puente, California, until about eight hours ago. Other than a few boxes shipped to Vermont last week, the suitcase contains what’s left.


    “I guess we should report it.” Ezra scans the baggage claim area, running a hand over his close-cropped hair. He used to have thick dark curls like mine, hanging in his eyes, and I still can’t get used to the cut he got over the summer. He tilts his suitcase and pivots toward the information desk. “Over here, probably.”


    The skinny guy behind the desk looks like he could still be in high school, with a rash of red pimples dotting his cheeks and jawline. A gold name tag pinned crookedly to his blue vest reads “Andy.” Andy’s thin lips twist when I tell him about my suitcase, and he cranes his neck toward the Hello Kitty bag still making carousel laps. “Flight 5624 from Los Angeles? With a layover in Charlotte?” I nod. “You sure that’s not yours?”




    “Bummer. It’ll turn up, though. You just gotta fill this out.” He yanks open a drawer and pulls out a form, sliding it toward me. “There’s a pen around here somewhere,” he mutters, pawing half-heartedly through a stack of papers.


    “I have one.” I unzip the front of my backpack, pulling out a book that I place on the counter while I feel around for a pen. Ezra raises his brows when he sees the battered hardcover.


    “Really, Ellery?” he asks. “You brought In Cold Blood on the plane? Why didn’t you just ship it with the rest of your books?”


    “It’s valuable,” I say defensively.


    Ezra rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not Truman Capote’s actual signature. Sadie got fleeced.”


    “Whatever. It’s the thought that counts,” I mutter. Our mother bought me the “signed” first edition off eBay after she landed a role as Dead Body #2 on Law & Order four years ago. She gave Ezra a Sex Pistols album cover with a Sid Vicious autograph that was probably just as forged. We should’ve gotten a car with reliable brakes instead, but Sadie’s never been great at long-term planning. “Anyway, you know what they say. When in Murderland . . .” I finally extract a pen and start scratching my name across the form.


    “You headed for Echo Ridge, then?” Andy asks. I pause on the second c of my last name and he adds, “They don’t call it that anymore, you know. And you’re early. It doesn’t open for another week.”


    “I know. I didn’t mean the theme park. I meant the . . .” I trail off before saying town and shove In Cold Blood into my bag. “Never mind,” I say, returning my attention to the form. “How long does it usually take to get your stuff back?”


    “Shouldn’t be more than a day.” Andy’s eyes drift between Ezra and me. “You guys look a lot alike. You twins?”


    I nod and keep writing. Ezra, ever polite, answers, “We are.”


    “I was supposed to be a twin,” Andy says. “The other one got absorbed in the womb, though.” Ezra lets out a surprised little snort, and I bite back a laugh. This happens to my brother all the time; people overshare the strangest things with him. We might have almost the same face, but his is the one everyone trusts. “I always thought it would’ve been cool to have a twin. You could pretend to be one another and mess with people.” I look up, and Andy is squinting at us again. “Well. I guess you guys can’t do that. You aren’t the right kind of twins.”


    “Definitely not,” Ezra says with a fixed smile.


    I write faster and hand the completed form to Andy, who tears off the top sheets and gives me the yellow carbon. “So somebody will get in touch, right?” I ask.


    “Yep,” Andy says. “You don’t hear from them tomorrow, call the number at the bottom. Have fun in Echo Ridge.”


    Ezra exhales loudly as we head for the revolving door, and I grin at him over my shoulder. “You make the nicest friends.”


    He shudders. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it. Absorbed. How does that even happen? Did he . . . No. I’m not going to speculate. I don’t want to know. What a weird thing to grow up with, though, huh? Knowing how easily you could’ve been the wrong twin.”


    We push through the door into a blast of stifling, exhaust-filled air that takes me by surprise. Even on the last day of August, I’d expected Vermont to be a lot cooler than California. I pull my hair off my neck while Ezra scrolls through his phone. “Nana says she’s circling because she didn’t want to park in a lot,” he reports.


    I raise my brows at him. “Nana’s texting and driving?”




    I haven’t seen my grandmother since she visited us in California ten years ago, but from what I can remember, that seems out of character.


    We wait a few minutes, wilting in the heat, until a forest-green Subaru station wagon pulls up beside us. The passenger-side window rolls down, and Nana sticks her head out. She doesn’t look much different than she does over Skype, although her thick gray bangs appear freshly cut. “Go on, get in,” she calls, side-eyeing the traffic cop a few feet from us. “They won’t let you idle for more than a minute.” She pulls her head back in as Ezra wheels his solitary suitcase toward the trunk.


    When we slide into the backseat Nana turns to face us, and so does a younger woman behind the steering wheel. “Ellery, Ezra, this is Melanie Kilduff. Her family lives down the street from us. I have terrible night vision, so Melanie was kind enough to drive. She used to babysit your mother when she was young. You’ve probably heard the name.”


    Ezra and I exchange wide-eyed glances. Yes. Yes, we have.


    Sadie left Echo Ridge when she was eighteen, and she’s only been back twice. The first time was the year before we were born, when our grandfather died from a heart attack. And the second time was five years ago, for Melanie’s teenage daughter’s funeral.


    Ezra and I watched the Dateline special--“Mystery at Murderland”--at home while our neighbor stayed with us. I was transfixed by the story of Lacey Kilduff, the beautiful blond homecoming queen from my mother’s hometown, found strangled in a Halloween theme park. Airport Andy was right; the park’s owner changed its name from Murderland to Fright Farm a few months later. I’m not sure the case would have gotten as much national attention if the park hadn’t had such an on-the-nose name.


    Or if Lacey hadn’t been the second pretty teenager from Echo Ridge--and from the same exact street, even--to make tragic headlines.


    Sadie wouldn’t answer any of our questions when she got back from Lacey’s funeral. “I just want to forget about it,” she said whenever we asked. Which is what she’s been saying about Echo Ridge our entire lives.


    Ironic, I guess, that we ended up here anyway.