The Rowby J.R. JohanssonGenre: YA MysteryRelease Date: October 11th 2016FSG/Macmillan
Summary from Goodreads:
A death sentence. A family torn apart. One girl’s hunt for the truth.
Seventeen-year-old Riley Beckett is no stranger to prison. Her father is a convicted serial killer on death row who has always maintained that he was falsely accused. Riley has never missed a single visit with her father. She wholeheartedly believes that he is innocent.
Then, a month before the execution date, Riley’s world is rocked when, in an attempt to help her move on, her father secretly confesses to her that he actually did carry out the murders. He takes it back almost immediately, but she cannot forget what he’s told her. Determined to uncover the truth for her own sake, she discovers something that will forever change everything she’s believed about the family she loves.
Meet-Cute of Jordan and Riley Excerpt
Riley is a people watcher. She regularly escapes from her own problems by going to a mall on the other side of Houston and seeing what other people are dealing with. Sometimes she even pretends to be someone else. But on this particular outing near the beginning of the book, she ends up meeting someone who makes her want to be herself…she also meets his hot older brother, Jordan. Enjoy!
On a Wednesday afternoon, the mall isn’t too busy, but there are about ten tables already taken with late lunch customers. I order a thick Oreo milkshake and start studying the people around me. One nearby table is full of teens. I scoot to the edge of my booth and pretend to scroll through my phone as I try to eavesdrop on their conversation. Before I get a chance to hear much, though, I feel an impact against my right sandal.
When I bend over, the first thing I see is a red Matchbox car. I pick it up and squint at it.
“Sorry about that. Driving skills obviously need improvement.” A deep voice speaks from the booth behind mine and I spin to face it. My first thought isn’t exactly articulate: Wow, hotness. His warm eyes are a slightly lighter shade of brown than his dark olive complexion.
Hot Guy extends his hand. I freeze, not sure if I should shake it or stick the car into it. As if he can read my mind, he drops his hand back to his lap and provides me with an alternate option.
“Unless you’re interested in joining our competition? Any experience on a pit crew, by chance?” His eyes now have a wicked sparkle to them that draws me in.
“Pit crew?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Girls don’t like cars.” I hear a small voice from the other side of his booth and slide to the side a bit to see who spoke. A seriously adorable little boy looks up at me. He can only be Hot Guy’s little brother. His Angry Birds T-shirt is just a smidge too big for him. He has the same skin and dark wavy hair, the same athletic build, the same square jawline and Roman nose—he is his brother in miniature. When he beams up at me, one of his front teeth is missing. “Hi!”
“Hi . . .” I can’t help but smile back at him.
“What’s your name? You don’t like cars, right?” He continues to smile at me while I consider my answer. The kid couldn’t be more than six years old. “I’m Matthew.”
“I actually do like cars.”
“Then you’re cool.” He lifts his cupped hands up and releases no fewer than eight cars onto the tabletop. His big brother frantically shoots his arms out, trying to prevent them all from careening off onto the floor.
Matthew slides out of his seat and walks to my table. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
Maybe all of my friends should be six. The questions of children seem to be so much simpler than those of adults. Something deep in me really doesn’t want to lie to this kid. “I’m Riley.”
His brother jerks his head up with an embarrassed expression. “Matthew, she doesn’t have to tell you her name if she doesn’t want to.”
“But . . . she already did.” Matthew looks at his brother like he just said the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He sticks his small hand out to shake mine.
“Nice to meet you,” he says, sincerely. The gesture melts me and I place my hand in his. All my worry about Daddy’s hearing dissolves as he grips my hand firmly and shakes it like this is the most important meeting each of us will ever have. “Now, tell me what your favorite color is.”
After tossing the cars into a green plastic container, Matthew’s brother gets up and puts his hands on Matthew’s shoulders. “Sorry, he has no filter with strangers.”
“It’s fine. I like being told that I’m cool.” I shrug before lowering my eyes to Matthew. “My favorite color is purple.”
Matthew dives for the green bin and starts digging through it without another word.
“I think that was your official invitation to play . . . in case you didn’t recognize it.” Hot Guy rubs his hand on the back of his neck. His cheeks flush slightly and then he smiles at me. “I’m Jordan, by the way.”
“Your brother is really cute.” I lower my voice so Matthew can’t hear us.
“Yeah, that’s what all the girls say.” Jordan shakes his head.
“Oh, I see.” I lift one eyebrow, deciding these two might be the perfect pair to distract myself with today. “This is part of your game then? Bring your adorable brother to the mall. Hit girls with tiny cars. Have him get them to tell you their names . . . very smooth. Will he ask for my number next?”
Jordan looks horrified for an instant before he picks up on the fact that I’m joking and a grin spreads across his face. “Or maybe we’re part of a research project and he’s just a very small scientist.”
The server comes with my milkshake and I stick my spoon into it. “What would you be researching?”
“The effects of tiny cars on complete strangers.” Jordan sticks his hands into his jeans pockets as his face turns mockingly serious.
Matthew drops a bright purple convertible onto the table in front of me. I pick it up to look at it and before I know it, Matthew is pushing himself and his green bin of cars into the seat on the other side of my booth.
Jordan blinks at Matthew and then me before shaking his head. “Buddy, we need to stay in our booth. I think we’ve bothered Riley enough for one afternoon.”
Matthew freezes in the middle of organizing his cars on my table and looks at me in shock. “I’m bothering you?”
I shake my head fast and firm. “Not at all.”
“He’s fine.” I look up at Jordan and then gesture to the seat beside Matthew. “Looks like I’m officially part of your experiment—or pit crew—depending on where this afternoon takes us. Care to have a seat?”
NTERVIEW WITH RILEY (Main Character of The Row)
What is it like being the daughter of East End Killer?
I wouldn’t know. They have the wrong man and I really wish the police would step up and find the real killer so my father could come home.
You’ve been present for many of his court appearances.
What makes you and your mother want to stick by him through all of this?
Simple loyalty? What makes anyone stick by their family members when they’re in trouble? What kind of people wouldn’t do that? In spite of what everyone thinks of him, my father is a very good man. If you could see him with us, you would know that. He loves us and all we want is to be back together again.
But he’s been locked up for twelve years. How can you really know him?
And I’ve visited him for at least an hour almost every week of that time. Do you really think I wouldn’t know when spending that much time just talking to him? We have a real relationship. We love each other. He taught me to play chess. I know him.
Do you feel like you’re a normal teenager?
Define “normal teenager.”
Did he teach you how to be a lawyer as well?
He taught me how to defend myself. Spending so much of my life in a courtroom taught me about being a lawyer.
Fine, last question. What do you wish people understood about you and your family?
I wish they understood that we aren’t that different from them and their families. We love each other. We argue. We miss each other. And above all else, we trust each other. We aren’t the monsters. We’re victims too.
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About the Author
J.R. Johansson’s books have been published in a dozen languages and more than twenty countries worldwide. She has a B.S. degree in public relations and a background in marketing. She credits her abnormal psychology minor with inspiring many of her characters. She lives in Utah with two sons, a wonderful husband, three cats, and a hot tub named Valentino.
She is represented by the stellar Kathleen Rushall of Andrea Brown Literary Agency.
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This book was very interesting and sad. What would you do if your father was in prison for doing something so awful and you always thought he was innocent and then close to the time he was set to die for his crimes, he admits he did it but then takes it back? Would you want to know the truth or would you be like Riley the main character and what to find out know matter what you find out?
I really loved Riley, I don’t think I would have the guts to try and find out the truth. I also love Jordan whom is the hero and the son of the cop who arrested Riley’s father. And his little brother Matthew is just so super cute. I love how the three of them met, of course Riley and Jordan don’t know who each other are or how there connect.
I liked how you weren’t sure if Riley’s dad was this monster that everyone thinks he is, or is he really innocent. I really wish those two didn’t do what they did towards the end of the book but I know they had to, so what happened took place. I loved the ending and Riley is one tough cookie that’s for sure.
So did Riley’s dad do these awful things or is he innocent, will I am not going to spoiler it. You’ll just have to get the book to find out for yourself. The book takes you on one heck of a ride to find out the answer.