It starts as a mystery.
Brooklyn, with a purpose to revenge her best friend's death, the story started out like that. She has to make a choice between the new guy she saw at her friend's Beth's funeral or the guy she set out as her goal to revenge Beth's death.
The sure thing about this book is that... it is a PAGE TURNER.
You just wanna keep wanting to know what will happen next. And next. And then next.
Well, the plot is not that much mysterious even I called it a Mystery. The most beautiful mystery in Going Under is;
Ryan Foster : The Funeral Guy (That's what Brooke called him anyway and it suits his mysterious appearance and personality so... be it)
Suddenly I looked over at Ryan. I remembered Cal’s warning to me in the gym, to stay away from Ryan because he was crazy. What happened to Ryan? Obviously it had something to do with Cal.
My mind raced in that moment,...
...My mind was reeling by this point, and it took me a long time to hear Cal’s voice in the distance working to get my attention.
“Brooke!” he said. “Damn girl, where’d you go?”
I shook my head...
Terry : The Main Chef of the restaurant that Brooke works as a waitress
Actually, Terry is so very big Bro. He is very protective and very likable character in Going Under.
He smirked. “I’m not going to school for an English degree, Wright.”
“You’re going to school?” I asked. I was shocked. I thought Terry made being head chef at Patricia’s Diner his career choice. He was thirty-six, after all.
“You’re such a brat. I’m going to school for computer programming,” he replied.
“What? You thought I had plans to work at a diner for the rest of my life?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You make one hell of a pie.”
“Whatevs. I don’t need this place. Once I’m through with school I’ll be rolling in the dough.” He laughed at his own pun.
Suddenly I had a thought. “So I guess you’re pretty savvy with computers and all.”
“Duh.”
“And I’m assuming most of your classmates are pretty savvy, too?”
“Most people go to school for what they’re good at,” Terry replied patiently.
I tried for casualness. “Know any hackers?”
“Huh?”
I thought better. “Um, never mind,” and went back to wiping down the table.
“No, not ‘never mind’. Why do you need a hacker?” He leaned into the table, eyes glittering with mischief. “So there is a little bad girl in you after all.”
My face flushed crimson, and he saw.
“Okay, Wright. Spill it. Who do you wanna spy on?”
“Nobody.”
“Bullshit. What if I told you I did know a hacker?”
“Are you messing with me?” I asked.”
“No.”
“Okay, who is it?”
Terry leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. He looked up at the ceiling. “Yours truly.”
If I said too much, it would ruin the fun. So, it will be better for just go and read it for yourself. Trust me, you would see the friendship, the betrayal, the revenge and the romance to spice the things up. So, it is absolutely a good read.
Quotes to enjoy =)
I’m talking about the kind of indignity that changes you as a person, makes you withdraw, hide from the world because suddenly it’s turned into something frightening—full of dark corners and monsters.
I don't know. It's the world we live in, I guess. Some things will never be fair.
People take advantage of good people. That's what I mean. So don't be a sucker.
Oil paints were wiser to the human condition, understanding our imperfections and giving us enough time to rework ourselves until we made things right.
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