Killer Content
(Sprache: Englisch)
Knives Out meets One of Us is Lying! In this twisty thriller a group of famous TikTokers begin turning on each other when one member is found dead at their beachfront Malibu mansion.
35 million followers. One dead body.
The six...
35 million followers. One dead body.
The six...
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Knives Out meets One of Us is Lying! In this twisty thriller a group of famous TikTokers begin turning on each other when one member is found dead at their beachfront Malibu mansion. 35 million followers. One dead body.
The six teenagers who make up the Lit Lair have it made. A beachfront mansion, millions of followers, stunning good looks, and sponsorship deals worth more money than they ever dreamed. They live together, making videos about their perfect lives.
Except it s not so perfect after one of them turns up dead in the infinity pool. When the group TikTok account starts posting cryptic messages, the police stop looking outside the house for suspects and start looking straight at them. Everyone in the Lit Lair had reasons why their lives would have been easier without Sydney Reynolds.
But only one of them killed her.
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117 Hours Before
Gwen
I swear to God, if we don t get it this time, I m going to kill you both. Cami s face is red with exertion. She grabs my arm, her grip a bit too firm, and guides me through the moves again. It s right, left, turn, and pose, okay?
So basically, how we ve been doing it? I mumble.
How I ve been doing it. You re still off, Cami snaps.
Cami s full name is Dolores Camila Villalobos de Ávila, but almost everyone calls her Cami, since, in her words, Dolores is a name for a grandmother, not a TikTok star.
She thinks she s in charge because she s the only one with real dance experience. She went to the School of American Ballet for two years, until she hit puberty and her curves became too pronounced for the world of classical dance. Cami s always patronizing me for not being formally trained or knowing all the proper dance terms--A frappé is not just something you get at Starbucks, Gwen. If I wanted to, I could be just as condescending back. It would be easy to knock her down a peg--remind her that I m the one with eighty million TikTok followers, while she lags behind by more than half. That although she may know the correct way to count music, there s only one queen bee in this house: me.
But instead, I keep my professionally plumped lips sealed and nod along as she walks me through the forty-five-second dance for the tenth time. If I say anything now, things will just devolve into another fight, and she s right, we don t have much time left to get this right.
I honestly can t tell the difference between what I was doing before and what she wants me to do now. But she seems pleased with my improvement.
All right, let s run it again. She turns to Tucker, who had been filming us but is now lying across the foot of Cami s bed, scrolling through Instagram. He s gone ahead and made himself comfortable, with
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his long limbs sprawled out. Tucker is six foot two, and from what I can tell, there s not been a moment in his seventeen years of life during which he s worried about the space he takes up.
Huh? He looks up from the phone. His eyes go wide as he registers Cami s expression: so grumpy she looks kind of constipated. Oh, ready. He stands up and adjusts the backward baseball cap on his head. He raises the phone and taps the screen to record. Action!
The music plays from TikTok, and we writhe and gyrate to the immortal sounds of the Pussycat Dolls.
When I grow up / I wanna be famous / I wanna be a star.
Forty-five seconds later, Cami yells, Cut. She snatches the phone from Tucker. I think this is the one. She turns the phone so I can take a look. I watch us dance on the small screen. See, I knew it wouldn t look off balance with just two of us.
Yes, why apologize to your friend when you can just ignore the rule of thirds? Tucker says.
Exactly, Cami says, brushing off his sarcasm. She swipes through potential filters for our video. And might I remind you that I m not the only one Sydney s mad at.
Tucker bristles.
We haven t been able to dance in our usual formation--Sydney to my right, Cami to my left--since the big fight two days ago. Sydney stormed off that night, headed for her parents house in the hills. She hasn t sent anyone here so much as a Snap or a text--let alone indicated she s ready to shoot TikToks with us again.
Are you sure about the song? Tucker ch
Huh? He looks up from the phone. His eyes go wide as he registers Cami s expression: so grumpy she looks kind of constipated. Oh, ready. He stands up and adjusts the backward baseball cap on his head. He raises the phone and taps the screen to record. Action!
The music plays from TikTok, and we writhe and gyrate to the immortal sounds of the Pussycat Dolls.
When I grow up / I wanna be famous / I wanna be a star.
Forty-five seconds later, Cami yells, Cut. She snatches the phone from Tucker. I think this is the one. She turns the phone so I can take a look. I watch us dance on the small screen. See, I knew it wouldn t look off balance with just two of us.
Yes, why apologize to your friend when you can just ignore the rule of thirds? Tucker says.
Exactly, Cami says, brushing off his sarcasm. She swipes through potential filters for our video. And might I remind you that I m not the only one Sydney s mad at.
Tucker bristles.
We haven t been able to dance in our usual formation--Sydney to my right, Cami to my left--since the big fight two days ago. Sydney stormed off that night, headed for her parents house in the hills. She hasn t sent anyone here so much as a Snap or a text--let alone indicated she s ready to shoot TikToks with us again.
Are you sure about the song? Tucker ch
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Autoren-Porträt von Kiley Roache
Kiley Roache is an author and journalist. Her novels include Frat Girl and The Dating Game, and her articles have been published by The Wall Street Journal, San Francisco Chronicle, and The New York Times, among others. She is a graduate of Stanford University and Columbia Journalism School. When she isn t writing, Kiley spends her time drinking iced coffee, painting in her backyard, and racking up screen-time hours scrolling through TikTok and Instagram.
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- Autor: Kiley Roache
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2021, 336 Seiten, Maße: 13,9 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593427491
- ISBN-13: 9780593427491
- Erscheinungsdatum: 19.01.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for Killer Content: Mystery lovers will enjoy this thrilling narrative A page-turning portrayal of social media gone wrong. Kirkus Reviews
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