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by Sarah Dessen

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Love can be a very dangerous thing.
After her sister left, Caitlin felt lost.
Then she met Rogerson.
When she’s with him, nothing seems real.

But what happens when being with Rogerson becomes a larger problem than being without him?
“Another pitch-perfect offering from Dessen.”


Love can be a very dangerous thing.
After her sister left, Caitlin felt lost.
Then she met Rogerson.
When she’s with him, nothing seems real.

But what happens when being with Rogerson becomes a larger problem than being without him?
“Another pitch-perfect offering from Dessen.” —Booklist, starred review
Also by Sarah Dessen:
Along for the Ride
Just Listen
Keeping the Moon
Lock and Key
The Moon and More
Someone Like You
That Summer
This Lullaby
The Truth About Forever
What Happened to Goodbye

Editorial Reviews

Our Review
Living a Nightmare
Sarah Dessen's novels are known for being unerringly polished, for possessing the quintessential young adult voice, and for tackling tough but important subjects. In her latest, Dreamland, Dessen deals with the specter of physical abuse and the cycle of intimidation that can catch female victims of all ages. The victim in this case is young Caitlin O'Koren, whose new boyfriend, Rogerson, seems like a dream come true. However, it doesn't take long for the dream to become a nightmare that threatens to rob Caitlin of everything she holds dear.

Used to living in the shadow of her overachieving older sister, Caitlin has always been something of a loner. When the older sister runs away to be with a boyfriend, Caitlin is left behind to deal with her mother's anguish and her father's seeming indifference. While searching for her own identity and some sense of self-worth, Caitlin hooks up with Rogerson Biscoe. Rogerson is a mixed package: He comes from a wealthy, upper-class family, but he also comes with a reputation for being a troublemaker and a rebel. His rebellious lifestyle strikes Caitlin as refreshingly different. Rogerson is different in other ways, too, with his intense demeanor and dreadlock hair.

Though Rogerson doesn't fit in with any of Caitlin's friends, Caitlin is happy to tag along and meet his friends. While she may not always like them, she likes what Rogerson brings out in her, a side of herself that she's never explored. When she learns a terrible secret about Rogerson's life, it brings them closer, and Caitlin finds Rogerson to be an intelligent, sensitive, and caring boyfriend. But that same secret comes back to haunt Caitlin when she sees a side of Rogerson he's never revealed before. Deeply in love and caught in a cycle of abuse she doesn't know how to escape, Caitlin is desperate for someone to notice and help her. Because she can't seem to help herself.

Dessen's dead-on handling of the psychological maelstrom that accompanies an abusive relationship is vivid, heartbreaking, and honest. This is intelligent fiction that takes a hard but realistic look at many of the pressures teens must face as they enter adulthood, including that first brush with true love. Dessen gets her message across loud and clear without any spoon-feeding or preaching, and the sweetly naive but wry voice of Caitlin is captivating, funny, and entertaining.

--Beth Amos

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Caitlin O'Koren has always had to follow in the footsteps of her perfect older sister, Cassandra (homecoming queen, soccer star, student body president, soup kitchen volunteer). When Cassandra runs away from home, Caitlin finds herself trying to fill the gap Cass's absence creates. Shortly after, when she meets mysterious Rogerson Biscoe (a bad boy of the type Dessen hinted at in Someone Like You), Caitlin sees a way to forge a path for herself, away from Cass's shadow and the expectations weighing on her. Rogerson seems vaguely ominous, but Caitlin is taken by surprise when he first gets violent with her. Unwilling to give up the freedom she thinks her relationship gives her, she withdraws from her friends, starts failing in school and drifts into confusion. Her parents, the stereotypically meddling mom and stiff, emotionally distant father, and her close neighbors, two touchy-feely ex-hippies, are so caught up in their own concerns, and particularly in Cassandra's disappearance, that they fail to notice the difference in Caitlin (including what seems to be alarming physical evidence), pushing the limits of plausibility. For all these shortcuts, however, the characterizations have an unmistakable depth; readers may grow impatient with Caitlin and the obliviousness of her nearest and dearest, but they will believe she is real. Ages 12-up. (Sept.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Publishers Weekly
Caitlin's perfect sister runs away from home and she finds herself trying to fill the gap the absence creates. "The characterizations have an unmistakable depth," said PW. Ages 12-up. (Feb.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
When sixteen-year-old Caitlin's older sister Cass runs away, Caitlin feels a great void in her life. She's lost the person in her life with whom she's been closet. Deciding she needs a major change, Caitlin enters into her first serious, romantic relationship. Rogerson who is brilliant and charming, but also dangerous. He sells drugs and, as Caitlin soon learns, he is physically abusive to her — the legacy of the abuse he receives from his own father. Not having Cass around for the advice and support she needs, Caitlin retreats into "Dreamland," a half-sleep state where she can keep aloof her problems at a safe distance. In her fifth novel, Dessen again demonstrates her astonishing talent at creating memorable characters with authentic voices and psychological depth, and her remarkable ability to craft subtle but riveting stories, exploring rich themes which young adult readers are sure to find compelling. Genre: Death and Drugs. 2000, Viking, 250 pp., $15.99. Ages 12 up. Reviewer: Ed Sullivan; Oak Ridge, Tennessee
To quote KLIATT's January 2001 review of the hardcover edition: When Caitlin's "perfect" older sister unexpectedly runs away with her boyfriend on the morning of Caitlin's 16th birthday, it hits everyone in the family hard. "I'd always counted on Cass to lead me," Caitlin muses, and without her Caitlin drifts into a dreamlike state. Her best friend Rita convinces her to try out for the cheerleading squad, and Caitlin goes along. Instead of dating a football player, however, she starts to go out with sexy, dangerous Rogerson. He deals drugs and trashes her friends, but even when he starts hitting her Caitlin doesn't end the relationship. She writes in her journal, "There's just so much wrong that I can't imagine the shame in admitting even the tiniest part of it." Her mother finally catches him about to beat her again, and Caitlin ends up in a residential treatment facility, finally able to deal with some of her conflicted feelings and put herself back together again. Dessen, the author of That Summer, Someone Like You, and Keeping the Moon, convincingly portrays Caitlin's emotional turmoil, making her appalling situation believable to readers. KLIATT Codes: S—Recommended for senior high school students. 2000, Penguin, Puffin, 250p.,
— Paula Rohrlick
Children's Literature
This is the story of a family's disintegration when the older of two daughters decides that instead of going to Yale she will run off with her boyfriend. Cassandra O'Koren, champion soccer player, honor student, pride of her parents' lives, runs away with Adam in a desperate attempt to get away from her perfect life. Her younger sister, Caitlin, is devastated. No sportswoman, she tries to fill Cass's place any way she can, and becomes a cheerleader. She hates it: the regimentation, the expectation that she'll date a football player, the endless exhortation to be "peppy." When she hooks up with "bad boy" Rogerson Briscoe, though, she takes on more than she can handle. Rogerson wants Caitlin to be his girl, to be instantly available, and to be on time. If she isn't, he can be dangerous. Very, very dangerous. How will Caitlin get out of this relationship? She isn't sure she wants to—she loves Rogerson. And he loves her. Doesn't he? Although not for very young teens, this is a fascinating book. 2000, Viking Children's Books, Ages 12 up, $15.99. Reviewer: Judy Silverman
Caitlin always had been number two. Her older sister, Cassandra, bound for Yale, was the one with the friends and the plethora of activities that kept her sparkling in the limelight. On Caitlin's sixteenth birthday, however, Cassandra abandons her golden path and runs off to New York. Caitlin is left alone with the enormity of her parents' disappointment as well as with her own inexpressible grief. Encouraged by her only friend, Rina, Caitlin tries out for the cheerleading squad and to her dismay, makes it. She despises the shallow displays of school spirit and the social pressure to date an unappealing football star. When dark, handsome Rogerson Briscoe mysteriously appears at a football party, beckoning her to leave, she follows him away from the safety of her assumed roles, into a romance both thrilling and horrifying. As Caitlin's relationship with Rogerson becomes increasingly dangerous, she begins to fade from her own life, her torment invisible to those who love her most. Author of Keeping the Moon (Viking, 1999/VOYA December 1999) and Someone Like You (Viking, 1998/VOYA August 1998), Dessen masterfully traces the evolution of an abusive relationship in yet another breathtaking novel for young adults. She evokes the various masquerades of love through the couples in the novel—the loving pair of old hippie neighbors; Caitlin's new friend who lives with a sweet but irresponsible boyfriend; Rogerson's cold, wealthy parents; and Rina's determined promiscuity with several boys. In examining the question of how much must be sacrificed to maintain a romantic relationship, Dessen has created a compassionate novel that examines how wrong love can go. This book will appeal to girlsaddicted to romance novels or to any teen struggling with an abusive situation. VOYA CODES: 5Q 4P J S (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Broad general YA appeal; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2000, Penguin, 280p, $15.99. Ages 13 to 18. Reviewer: Diane Masla

SOURCE: VOYA, October 2000 (Vol. 23, No. 4)

School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up-Cass, activist, athlete, and academic success, runs away to work on a TV talk show with her boyfriend. Sixteen-year-old Caitlin, always overshadowed by her older sister, feels ever more invisible as her parents single-mindedly seek to locate and bring Cass home. Caitlin's best friend convinces her to try out for cheerleading. She makes the squad and discovers that her mother begins to live vicariously through her activities, just as she had done with Cass. Then, Caitlin meets Rogerson Biscoe and falls in love with him. He's not like the jocks at Caitlin's public high school; he's rich, attractive, enigmatic, and wild. She smokes dope supplied by Rogerson, a small-time dealer, and their physical relationship is consummated. Anger drives him, and he controls Caitlin with fear and pain. Shocked and physically hurt, she lies to her parents. Rogerson's beatings escalate, and Caitlin is shattered psychologically as well as physically. Powerfully written and not soon forgotten, Dreamland is the secret story of many contemporary teen relationships. Caitlin's dependency on Rogerson is a realistic and finely drawn portrait of a young woman without a strong sense of self-esteem. Characters are well developed; even Cass comes through as a complete person. The high-school milieu is accurately depicted as is a family's reaction to an unpredictable crisis. Compelling reading with contemporary teen appeal.-Gail Richmond, San Diego Unified Schools, CA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Kirkus Reviews
A teenager opts for the bad-choice route out of her "perfect" older sister's shadow in this intense, exhausting tale from the author of Keeping the Moon (1999). Caitlin has always felt semi-invisible next to soccer star-senior class president-Homecoming Queen Cass, and that doesn't change in any important way when Cass suddenly takes off with a male friend for New York, leaving their mother Margaret, inconsolably fretful and distracted. When not even a successful bid to make the cheerleading squad earns Caitlin more than fitful parental attention, she plunges into faster waters, hooking up with Rogerson, a fifth-year senior with a police record, a BMW, and a thriving business dealing pot. At first it's an exciting ride, filled with new friends and experiences, but Caitlin's dream soon twists into nightmare. So dependent does her emotional state become on Rogerson's ups and downs that even when he starts slapping her around, she hides the bruises and retreats into numb isolation, feeling trapped but lacking the will to escape. Dessen's characters are familiar but not entirely typecast, which adds flavor to their interactions-though they are paired off into stable and unstable relationships in a rather deliberate way. Caitlin finally gets the help she needs to break free after Rogerson furiously beats her in public, and piece-by-piece she rebuilds her self-respect in rehab, with the help of a liberating letter from Cass. Her descent and recovery come in believable stages, and though Rogerson is definitely the villain here, the author gives readers reason to spare a dash (a very small dash) of sympathy for him, too. (Fiction. YA)

From the Publisher
"It's not only the plot that's vivid; the characters are also intensely real. Another pitch-perfect offering from Dessen." (Booklist, starred review)

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When I was four and Cass was six, she whacked me across the face with a plastic shovel at our neighborhood park. We were in the sand box, and it was winter: In the pictures, we're in matching coats and hats and mittens. My mother loved to dress us alike, like twins, since we were only two years apart. We did look alike, with the same round face and dark eyes and the same brown hair. But we weren't the same, even then.

The story goes like this: Cass had the shovel and I wanted it. My mother was sitting watching us on a bench with Boo, who had her camera and was snapping pictures. This was at Commons Park, the small grassy area in the center of our neighborhood, Lakeview. Besides the sandboxes it also had a swing set, one of those circular things you push real fast and then jump on—a kind of manual merry-go-round— and enough grass to play baseball or kickball. Cass and I spent most of the afternoons of our childhood at Commons Park, but the shovel incident is what we both always remembered.

Not that we ourselves recalled it that well. We had just heard the story recounted so many times over the years that it was easy to take the details and fold them into our own sparse memories, embellishing here or there to fill in the blanks.

It is said that I reached for the shovel and Cass wouldn't give it to me, so I grabbed her hand and tried to yank it away. A struggle ensued, which must have looked harmless until Cass somehow scraped one hard plastic edge across my temple and it began to bleed.

This moment, the moment, we have documented in one of Boo's photos. There is one picture of Cass and me playing happily, another of the struggle over the shovel (I'm wailing, my mouth a perfect O, while Cass looks stubborn and determined, always a fighter), and finally, a shot of her arm extended, the shovel against my face, and a blur in the left corner, which I know is my mother, jumping to her feet and running to the sandbox to pull us apart.

Apparently, there was a lot of blood. My mother ran through the winding sidewalks of Lakeview with me in her arms, shrieking then took me to the hospital where I received five tiny stitches. Cass got to stay at Boo and Stewart's, eat ice cream, and watch TV until we got home.

The shovel was destroyed. My mother, already a nervous case, wouldn't let us leave the house or play with anything not plush or stuffed for about six months. And I grew up with a scar over my eye, small enough that hardly anyone even noticed it, except for me. And Cass.

As we grew older, I'd sometimes look up to find her peering very closely at my face, finding the scar with her eyes before reaching up with one hand to trace it with her finger. She always said it made her feel horrible to look at it, even though we both knew it wasn't really her fault. It was just one more thing we had in common, like our faces, our gestures, and our initials.

When Cass was born my mother still wasn't sure what to name her. My mother had suffered terrible morning sickness, and Boo, who had moved in next door during the fourth month or so, spent a lot of time making herbal tea and rubbing my mother's feet, trying to make her force down the occasional saltine cracker. Boo was the one who suggested Cassandra.

"In Greek mythology she was a seer, a prophet," she told my mother, whose tendencies leaned more toward Alice or Mary. "Of course she came to a horrible end, but in Greek mythology, who doesn't? Besides, what more could you want for your daughter than to be able to see her own future?"

So Cassandra it was. By the time I came along, my mom and Boo were best friends. Boo's real name was Katherine, but she hated it, so I was named Caitlin, the Irish version. Cass's name was always cooler, but to be named for Boo was something special, so I never complained. Her name was just one thing I envied about Cass. Even with all our similarities, it was the things we didn't have in common that I was always most aware of.

My sister wasn't a seer or a prophet, at least not at eighteen. What she was, was student body president two years running, star right wing of the girls' soccer team (State Champs her junior and senior year), and Homecoming Queen. She volunteered chopping vegetables at the homeless shelter for soup night every Thursday, had been skydiving twice, and was famous in our high school for staging a sit-in to protest the firing of a popular English teacher for assigning "questionable reading material"—Tony Morrison's Beloved. She made the local news for that one, speaking clearly and angrily to a local reporter, her eyes blazing, with half the school framed in the shot cheering behind her. My father, in his recliner, just sat there and grinned.

There were only two times I can remember ever seeing Cass really depressed. One was after the soccer State Championship sophomore year, when she missed the goal that could have won it all. She locked herself in her room for a full day. She never talked about it again, instead just focusing on the next season, when she rectified the loss by scoring the only two goals of the championship game. The second time was at the end of her junior year, when her first real boyfriend, Jason Packer, dumped her so he could "see other people" and "enjoy his freedom" in his last summer before college. Cass cried for a week straight, sitting on her bed in her bathrobe and staring out the window, refusing to go anywhere.

She drew back from everyone a bit, spending a lot of time next door with Boo where they drank tea, discussed Zen Buddhism, and read dream books together. This was when Cass became so spiritual, scanning the world around her for signs and symbols, sure that there had to be a message for her somewhere.

She got into three out of the four schools she applied to, and ended up choosing Yale. My parents were ecstatic and threw a party to celebrate. We all applauded and cheered as she bent over to slice a big cake that read WATCH OUT YALE: HERE COMES CASS! which my mother had ordered special from a bakery in town.

But Cass wasn't herself. She smiled and accepted all the pats on the back, rolling her eyes now and then at my parents' pride and excitement. But it seemed to me that she was just going through the motions. I wondered if she was looking for a sign, something she couldn't find with us or even at Yale.

She stayed in this funk all the way through graduation. In mid-June she went to stay with her friend Mindy's family at the beach and got a job renting out beach chairs by the boardwalk every day. Three mornings into it she met Adam. He was down at the beach on vacation with some friends from the show, and rented a chair from her. He stayed all day, then asked her out.

I could tell when she called the next morning, her voice so happy and laughing over the line, that our Cass was back. But not, we soon learned, for long.

I don't think any of us knew how much we'd needed Cass until she was gone. All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.

Everyone forgot my birthday as our kitchen became mission control, full of ringing phones, loud voices, and panic. My mother refused to leave the phone, positive Cass would call any minute and say it was all a joke, of course she was still going to Yale. Meanwhile my mother's friend from the PTA and Junior League circled through the house making fresh pots of coffee every five minutes, wiping the counters down, and clucking their tongues in packs by the back door. My father shut himself in his office to call everyone who'd ever known Cass, hanging up each time to cross another name off the long list in front of him. She was eighteen, so technically she couldn't be listed as a runaway. She was more like a soldier gone AWOL, still owing some service and on the lam.

They'd already tried Adam's apartment in New York, but the number had been disconnected. Then they called the Lamont Whipper Show, where they kept getting an answering machine encouraging them to leave their experience with this week's topic—My Twin Dresses Like a Slut and I Can't Stand It! —so that a staffer could get back to them.

"I can't believe she'd do this," my mother kept saying. "Yale. She's supposed to be at Yale." And all the heads around her would nod, or hand her more coffee, or cluck again.

I went into Cass's room and sat on her bed, looking around at how neatly she'd left everything. In a stack by the bureau was everything she and my mother had bought on endless Saturday trips to Wal-Mart for college: pillowcases, a fan, a little plastic basket to hold her shower stuff, and her new blue comforter, still in its plastic bag. I wondered how long she'd know she wouldn't use any of this stuff—when she'd hatched this plan to be with Adam. She'd fooled us all, every one.

She had come home from the beach tanned, gorgeous, and sloppy in love, and proceeded to spend about an hour each night on the phone long-distance with him, spending every bit of the money she'd made that summer.

"I love you," she'd whisper to him, and I'd blush; she didn't even care that I was there. She'd be lying across the bed, twirling and untwirling the cord around her wrist. "No, I love you more. I do. Adam, I do. Okay. I love you too. What? More than anything. Anything. I swear. Okay. I love you too." And when she finally did hang up she'd pull her legs up against her chest, grinning stupidly, and sigh.

"You are pathetic," I told her one night when it was particularly sickening, involving about twenty I love yous and four pumpkins.

"Oh, Caitlin," she said, sighing again, rolling over on the bed and sitting up to look at me. "Someday this will happen to you."

"God, I hope not," I said. "If I act like that, be sure to put me out of my misery."

"Oh, really," she said, raising one eyebrow. Then, before I could react, she lunged forward and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me down onto the bed with her. I tried to wriggle away but she was strong, laughing in my ear as we fought. "Give," she said in my ear; she had a lock hold on my waist. "Go on. Say it."

"Okay, okay," I said, laughing. "I give." I could feel her breathing against the back of my neck.

"Caitlin, Caitlin," she said in my ear, one arm still thrown over my shoulder, holding me there. She reached up with her finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, and I closed my eye, breathing in. Cass always smelled like Ivory soap and fresh air. "You're such a pain in the ass," she whispered to me. "But I love you anyway."

"Likewise," I said.

That had been two weeks earlier. She had to have known even then she was leaving.

I walked to her mirror and looked at all the ribbons and pictures she had taped around it: spelling bees, honor roll, shots from the mall photo booth of her friends making faces and laughing, their arms looped around each other. There were a couple of us, too. One from a Christmas when we were kids, both of us in little red dresses and white tights, holding hands, and one from a summer at the lake where we're sitting at the end of a dock, legs dangling over, in our matching blue polka-dot bathing suits eating Popsicles.

On the other side of the wall, in my room, I had the same bed, the same bureau set, and the same mirror. But on my mirror, I had one picture of my best friend, Rina, my third-place ribbon from horseback riding, and my certificate from the B honor roll. Most people would have been happy with that. But for me, with Cass always blazing the trail ahead, there was nothing to do but pale in comparison.

Okay, so maybe I was jealous, now and then, but I could never have hated Cass. She came to all my competitions, cheering the loudest as I went for the bronze. She was the first one waiting for me when I came off the ice during my only skating competition, after falling on my ass four times in five minutes. She didn't even say anything, just took her mittens, gave them to me, and helped me back to the dressing rooms where I cried in private as she unlaced my skates, telling knock-knock jokes the whole time.

To be honest, a part of me had been looking forward to Cass going off to Yale at the end of the summer. I though her leaving might actually give me some growing room, a chance to finally strike out on my own. But this changed everything.

I'd always counted on Cass to lead me. She was out there somewhere, but she'd take her own route, and for once I couldn't follow. This time, she'd left me to find my own way.


The next morning when I woke up I realized I hadn't dreamed at all, not even one fleeting image. I took the book Cass gave me out from under my bed, where I'd hidden it, and opened it to the first page, There was a drawing of a full moon, sprinkled with stars, in the corner.

August 18, I wrote at the top of the page. Nothing last night. And you're still gone.

I couldn't think of anything else, so I got out of bed, threw on some clothes, and went down the hallway to the kitchen. The door to my parents' room was closed and my father was in his office, on the phone. He had to have talked to a hundred people in the last twenty-four hours.

"I understand that," he was saying, his voice level, but I could tell he was frustrated. "But eighteen or not, we want her home. She's not the kind of girl who does something like this."

The door to his office was half open, and I could see him standing by the window, running his palm over the small bald patch at the back of his head. My father, as the Dean of Students at the university, dealt with problems every day. He was the stand-in parent for thousands of undergraduates, and was quoted each time a fraternity got caught pulling pranks or a beer bash got out of hand. But this was different. This was about us.

I pulled the patio door open and slipped outside, where it was thickly hot and muggy, another August morning. But at least it was quiet.

Next door, I could see Boo and Stewart sitting at their kitchen table, eating breakfast. Boo raised her hand, waved, and then gestured for me to come over, smiling. I took one look back at my own house, where my mother's stress filled the rooms to the ceiling, leaving a stink and heaviness like smoke, and started across the one strip of green grass that separated their backyard from ours.

When I was little and got in trouble and sent to my room, I'd always sit on my bed and wish that Boo and Stewart were my parents. They'd never had kids of their own. My mother said it was because they acted so much like children themselves, but I liked to think it was so they could be there for me, if I ever needed to trade my own family.

The window in my room faced their back sunporch, an all-glass room where Boo kept most of her plants. She was mad for ferns. Stewart's studio—he taught art at the university—was just off that room, in what was supposed to be the living room. They kept their bed in the corner, and they didn't even have any real furniture to speak of; when you were invited over, you sat on big red velvet cushions decorated with sequins that Boo had picked up on a trip to India. This drove my conservative mother crazy, so Boo and Stewart almost always came to our house, where Mom could relax among the safety and comfort of her ottomans and end tables.

But that was what Cass and I love most about them: their house, their lives, even their names.

"Mr. Connell's my father, and he lives in California," Stewart always said. He was a mild and quiet man, quite brilliant, whose hair was always sticking straight up, like a mad scientist's, and flecked with various colors of paint.

For most of the nights of my life I could hear Stewart coming home late from his university studio, the brakes of his bike—they had an old VW bus, but it broke down constantly—squeaking all the way from the bridge down the street. He'd glide down the slope of their yard, under the clothesline, to the garage. Sometimes he forgot about the clothesline and almost killed himself, flying backward while the bike went on, unmanned, to crash against the garage door. You'd think they would have moved the clothesline after the second time or so. But they didn't.

"It's not the fault of the clothesline," Stewart explained to me one day, rubbing the red, burned spot on his neck. He'd broken his glasses again and had them taped together in the middle. "It's about me respecting it as an obstacle."

Now Boo slid their door open and came out to meet me on their patio. She was in a pair of old overalls, a faded red tank top underneath, and her feet were bare. Her long red hair was piled on top of her head, a few chopsticks stuck in here and there to hold it in place. Inside, Stewart was sitting at the table, eating a big peach and reading a book. He looked up and waved at me; he had juice all over his chin.

"So," Boo said, putting an arm around my shoulder. "How are things on the home front?"

"Awful," I said. "Mom won't stop crying."

She sighed, and we stood there for a few minutes, just looking across their yard. Boo had gone through a Japanese garden stage a few years back, which resulted in a footbridge and a fat, rusted iron Buddha sculpture.

"I just can't believe she didn't tell me anything," I said. "I feel like I should have known something was going on."

Boo sighed, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "I think she probably didn't want to put you in that position," she said, squatting down to pull a dandelion at the edge of the patio, lifting it to her face to breathe in the scent. "It was a big secret to keep."

"I guess." Someone was mowing their lawn a few yards down, the motor humming. "I just thought everything was perfect for her, like it always was. You know?"

Boo nodded, standing up and stretching her back. "Well, that's a lot of pressure. Being perfect. Right?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

"Me neither," she said with a smile. "But I think it was harder for Cass than we realized, maybe. It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself."

She walked to the edge of the patio, bending down to pull another dandelion. I watched her, then said, "Boo?"


"Did she tell you she was going?"

She stood up slowly. "No," she said, as the lawnmower droned on down the street. "She didn't. But Cass had a hard year, last year. Things weren't always as easy as she made them seem, Caitlin. It's important that you know that."

I watched her pull a few more flowers, adding them to the bunch in her hand, before she came over and squeezed my shoulder. "What a crappy birthday, huh?" she said.

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I wouldn't have done anything anyway."

"What about Rina?" she said.

"She's off with her new stepdad," I told her, and she shook her head. "Bermuda this time." My best friend Rina Swain's mom had just gotten remarried again: This was number four. She only married rich, and never for love, which led to Rina living in nicer and nicer houses, going to endless exotic places, and piling up huge therapy bills. Rina had what Boo called Issues, but the guys at school had another name for it.

"Well, come inside," Boo said, pulling the door open and stepping back to met me in first. "Let me make you breakfast and we'll not talk about any of this at all."

I sat down at the table next to Stewart, who had finished his peach and was now sketching on the back of the power bill envelope, while Boo filled a mason jar with water and arranged the dandelions in it. Stewart's canvases, both finished and unfinished, covered the walls and were stacked against any solid surface in the house. Stewart did portraits of strangers: All his work was based on the theory that art was about the unfamiliar.

Stewart might have been unconventional, but his art classes were insanely popular at the university. This was mostly because he didn't believe in grades or criticism, and was a strong proponent of coed massage as a way of getting in touch with your artistic spirit. My father had been quoted about Stewart's teaching practices more than once, and always used words like unique, free spirit, and artistic choice. Privately, he wished Stewart would wear a tie now and then and stop leading meditation workshops in the quad on big football weekends.

Stewart looked over and smiled at me. "How's it feel to be sixteen?"

"No big difference," I said. With all the confusion, my father had forgotten about taking me to get my driver's license, but everyone had been so crazy I hadn't wanted to ask.

"Oh now," he said, pushing the envelope away and putting down his pen. "That's the great thing about aging. It just gets better every year."

"Here you go," Boo said, plunking a plate down in front of me: scrambled tofu, Fakin' Bacon, and some pomegranates.

"I remember when I was sixteen," Steward said, sitting back in his chair. His feet were bare, too, and sprinkled with green paint. "I hitched a ride to San Francisco and had a burrito for the first time. It was incredible."

"Really," I said, picking up the envelope he'd been doodling on. It was just half a face, sketchily drawn. I turned it over and was startled to see something in Cass's writing: her name, doodled in blue, signed with a flourish, as if she'd been sitting in this same chair some other morning, eating scrambled tofu, just like me.

"Just being free, out on the road, the world wide open…" He leaned closer to me, but I was still looking at Cass's name, suddenly so sad I felt like I couldn't breathe. It seemed impossible that Cass had been planning to change her life completely while none of us even noticed; even when she doodled on that envelope, it could have been on her mind.

"…anything possible," Stewart was saying. "Anything at all."

I blinked, and swallowed over the lump in my throat. I wanted to keep that envelope and hold it close to me, like it was suddenly all I had left of her, some sort of living part pulsing in my hand.

"Caitlin?" Boo said, coming over and bending down beside me. "What is it?" She leaned down and saw the envelope, catching her breath. "Oh honey" she said, and even before she wrapped her arms around me I was already leaning in, tucking my head against her shoulder as she held me, as I knew she'd held Cass, in this same chair, at this same table, in this same light, on other mornings, not like this.

When I walked up to our sliding glass door, the phone was ringing. No one seemed to be around, so I picked it up.


There was silence, with just a bit of buzzing.


My father appeared in the doorway, out of breath: He'd been outside, in the garage. "Who is it?"

I shook my head. "I don't—"

He was immediately beside me, pulling the receiver out of my hand. "Cassandra? Is that you?"

"Jack?" my mother said from their bedroom. I could hear her moving, coming closer, and then she appeared in the hallway, clutching a tissue, one hand over her mouth. "I dozed off. Is it—"

"Cassandra, listen to me. You have to come home. We're not mad at you, but you have to come home." His voice was shaking.

"Let me talk to her," my mother said, coming closer, but he shook his head, holding out one hand to keep her there.

"Tell her we love her!" my mother said, and I couldn't stand the way her voice sounded, unsure and wavering. I slipped around them both and into my room, slowly picking up my own phone. On the line, no one was speaking.

"Cassandra," my father said finally. "Talk to me."

Silence. I pictured her standing in a phone booth by a highway, cars whizzing by. A place I'd never seen, a world I didn't know. Then, suddenly, I heard her voice.

"Daddy," she began, and I heard my father take in a breath, quickly, as if he'd been punched in the stomach. "I'm okay. I'm happy. But I'm not coming home.""Where are you?" he demanded.

"Let me talk to her!" my mother shrieked in the background. She could have gone into my father's office and picked up the extension there, but I knew she wasn't thinking of that, couldn't even move from that spot in the hallway where she was standing. "Cassandra!"

"Don't worry about me," Cass said. "I'm—"

"No," my father said. "You must come home."

"This is what I want," she said. "You have to respect that."

"You're only eighteen," my father told her. "This is ridiculous, you can't possibly know—"

"Daddy," she said, and I realized suddenly I was crying, again, the receiver wet against my face. "I'm sorry. I love you. Please tell Mom not to worry."

"No," my father said, firm. "We are not—"

"Caitlin?" she said suddenly. "I know you're there. I can hear you."

"What is she saying?" my mother kept asking, now close to the receiver. "Where is she?"

"Margaret, just hold on," my father told her.

"Yes," I whispered back to Cass. "I'm here."

"Don't cry, okay?" she said. The line crackled, and I thought of her tackling me that night, her breath against my neck, laughing in my ear. "I love you. I'm sorry about your birthday."

"It's nothing," I said.

There was a voice outside her end, a yell, and another buzz on the line. "Is that him?" my father demanded. "Is he there?"

"I have to go," she said. "Please don't worry, okay?"

"Dammit, Cassandra," my father said. "Don't you hang up this phone!"

"Good-bye," she said softly, as my father's voice dropped away. "Good-bye."

"Cassandra!" my mother wailed into the phone, all the anger and fear of the last twenty-four hours bursting across the line. "Please—"

Click. And she was gone.

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"It's not only the plot that's vivid; the characters are also intensely real. Another pitch-perfect offering from Dessen." (Booklist, starred review)

Meet the Author

Sarah Dessen is the author of thirteen novels, which include the New York Times bestsellers The Moon and MoreWhat Happened to GoodbyeAlong for the RideLock and KeyJust ListenThe Truth About Forever, and This Lullaby. Her first two books, That Summer and Someone Like You, were made into the movie How to Deal
Dessen’s books are frequently chosen for the Teens’ Top Ten list and the list of Best Fiction for Young Adults. They have been translated into twenty-five languages. Sarah Dessen is the recipient of the 2017 Margaret A. Edwards Award from the Young Adult division of the American Library Association.
Sarah Dessen graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with highest honors in creative writing. She lives in Chapel Hill with her husband, Jay, and their daughter, Sasha Clementine.
Visit Sarah at sarahdessen.com.

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Chapel Hill, NC
Date of Birth:
June 6, 1970
Place of Birth:
Evanston, Illinois
University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, degree in English.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dreamland by Sara Dessen is about a girl named Caitlin, age 16. On her birthday Caitlin's sister Cassandra runs away with her boyfriend, leaving her family disappointed and confused with what has happened. Soon after, Caitlin meets Rogerson Biscoe, a mysterious and appealing boy around her age. As their relationship grows stronger Caitlin finds herself in a twisted situation trying to decide between her world with Rogerson and her world with the rest of the people in her life. Caitlin's decision brings her to tough times in this supposed "Dreamland." Once this book got going I couldn't put it down, it is written with great detail and form. This wonderful coming of age story teaches a great lesson to girls 12+ while still keeping it interesting. I've never read anything like it and I can't wait to read more books by this author. Don't let the slow beginning keep you from continuing this novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book, "Dreamland" by Sarah Dessen , is about Caitlin (main character), her sister, Cass leaves on Caitlin's birthday to be with her boyfriend and get away from the college chaos. Caitlin's family goes through some really tough times and Caitlin, later on, decides to do cheerleading. This cheerleading activity leads to unsupervised parties and boys. Caitlin's new boyfriends name is Rogerson Biscoe, who she sees as a great guy, but ends up getting Caitlin into things she normally would not do. Rogerson is really good to Caitlin, until she doesn't show up for a shopping trip that they had planned, and their relationship pretty much goes downhill from there.
My favorite part of the book is when Caitlin's parents meet Rogerson. Friends of the family, Boo and Stewart, are playing Trivial Pursuit with Caitlin's parents and everything Rogrson says is correct, leaving the family amazed after some things that they had herd about him.
I defiantly recommend this book to anyone who is into "real life" books and anyone who will read for hours , because this book will leave you wanting to read on and want to know more. Not a disappointment.
TheSeparates More than 1 year ago
I love this book. I read it a few years ago, and it is still my favorite book of all time. I haven't found another book that could replace the magic of this book. It is a story that talks about the love and pain inside a teenage abusive relationship. It is gripping, scary, powerful, and yet, still beautiful. There is love. There is desire. There is pain. There is confusion. But most of all, there is an understanding you gain from reading this story. You learn to understand why maybe some girls are stuck, or choose to stay in abusive relationships. You may learn to understand the power and life behind a druggie. You may learn to appreciate life in ways you would've never seen before. The title of this book is perfect. It brings you into Caitlyns life - where everything seems fast paced at times, and slow at others. It's a life where nothing seems like it could be real. But the effects of living in this dreamland can kill her, but leaving it might also. I feel like I have learned from this book, something about myself, and other girls who may've gone through what Caitlyn has, and also the life behind someone like Rogerson.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Charming, mysterious, and attractive; the first impression of Rogerson Biscoe. One would not think that someone who seemed so gentle could be capable of such monstrous things. Caitlin who is desperate to escape her older sister Cass's shadow and find comfort in her sudden departure. Instead she finds Rogerson the answer to all of her problems.. or so it seems. He brings in a few problems of his own; drugs and abusive habits. Caitlin soon gets hypnotized by his charm and quickly get's mixed up in his dark side. She turns her back on the people in her life that she cares most about, and with one decision she completely alters her life as she knows it. Seems in today's society lots of women and girls get mixed up in abusive relationships, Dessen in this book searches for the answer as to why girls feel trapped in this situation. She captures that by showing that Caitlin lacks love and Rogerson give's that to her, though only when she isn't late for meeting him, and talking to other guys, in this case doing thing that are apparently very wrong in Rogerson's mind. In Caitlin's life she has many people she can turn to for help like her sister, her mom, her best friend, and her neighbor, though shame overrides her want and her need to be rescued, from Rogerson deathly grasp on her and her world. Dessen does an astonishing job of showing Caitlin's struggles to over come her drug addiction and to escape Rogerson's fists. Dessen has generated a novel full of happy memorable moments as well as dark blood curdling scenes, only making the readers never want to put the novel down. She shows young girls and even women that it is hard to escape an abusive relationship, but no impossible. This is by far one of Dessen's greatest novels. She captures the essence of Caitlin's double life in her odd fun loving family, and Rogerson's dark secrets, drug addiction, and his dark abusive side. In this book she demonstrates how Caitlin get's into this mess and how she escapes. Though it took lots of bruises along the way she overcame her addiction and her need to be loved by a man who loved her only after she is beaten several times. Dreamland is definitely a recommend read, Dessen did an incredible job on portraying what it is like to be in an abusive relationship
Jodi Molisani More than 1 year ago
this book is my faveorite book as of FOREVER im 13 and i can realate and i absoloutly love this book. its wonderful.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book!! If you are wondering if you should get it... just get it!!! Best book I have read in a while!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read it in the beginning of my sixth grade year and it had to have been one of the best books iveread in a while. Really, this book tells you to be careful abou who you chose to love and be with. That once you make choices they might not turn out how you want rhem to.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book shows how anyone with stay will someone else, just because they feel needed. I liked this book because it also showed the way of a teenage girl trying to carve out her OWN path. It is not made by her older sister or her mother anymore. It is a great story that shows how one change or move in a life can change someone elses life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I practically cried my eyes out after reading this amazing book. It shows what people actually go through and opens up a whole new world to us. People usually have parents who do what Rogerson does and think that it's how a relashionship is supposed to be. I love Sarah Dessen PLEASE keep up the amazing work!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I finished this book in tears. It is so good!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dreamland Dreamland is a heart-tearing story by Sarah Dessen about a girl named Caitlin who finds love in a boy named Rogerson. They fall in love so deep that when he started to abuse her, she can’t pull away. Even after her sister runs away and Rogerson gives her drugs, she finds comfort in him. She is pulled from her family even more. This heart-warming story will have you intently reading till the end. I recommend this book for anyone in need of a brilliantly written sob story. Rebecca G.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book . It is the perfect mix of every thing i likenin a book. However i gave it a four star because it is to short all of the suspence was building up and then it just droped like she got tired of writing the book. This book is ok but so far my fave sarah dessen book is someone like you. Like i said good book but she definitley has better ones
Adii More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book. I liked the story behind it. But i think that the reason why everybody was so disappointed is because the most exciting part of the book doesn't come until the ennding of the book. All of Sarah Dessen's books are like that. She takes about 100 and something pages to explain the story behind every character and then thats when it starts to get exciting. I like to read books in less than a week. So if you have time, try not to read one chapter one day, then another one next week, because then you'll hate this book. but if you're a fast reader, read it the same day if you can. Thats what i did, and i really really liked it!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sarah Dessen is one of my favorite authors now, but this was the first book I read by her. I didn't like it AT ALL. The whole book felt detached, as if she was half asleep and nothing really made sense. I never felt like I actually knew the characters either. It felt too rushed and the whole "everywhere we go happens to be extremely dark" thing got old fast. I was very cautious reading another Dessen book after this, but luckily This Lullaby fixed my faith in her. Read her other books before trying to stay awake during this one.
pretty-in-pink More than 1 year ago
I would recommend this book to a person who is okay with reading a book that is a story of struggles, this is not a happy book. Although the ending does redeems itself, so if you love to see endings in which the main character survives and gains back what is lost, then this book is for you. The main story line of this book "Dreamland" is that of a teenage girl and her family, relationships, and internal struggles. Her sister was an all around star, academically, socially, and physically. She was constantly being overshadowed by her sister, feeling a lost of identity. Not that her sister tried to be an overcast, she allowed herself to be overshadowed and her mother was very bad at the equality of attention, and support. On her 16th birthday her sister runs away, having her birthday forgotten, and her mother completely distraught and occupied with getting her sister back. Caitlin tries out for the cheerleading squad because her best friend nags her too and she would be doing something similar to her sister. She makes it and is beginning to gain her mother back through her busy schedule. One night Caitlin is running into the gas station and she spots a mysterious boy, he is just staring at her from the hood of his car. Caitlin is not able to shake the impression of this guy. Later at a party she runs into him and learns his name is Rogerson, she ends up leaving with him. She begins to build a relationship with him. What drew Rogerson to Caitlin was that he was all new, something that her sister never touched. As she keeps seeing him she discovers he's a pot dealer; she stays with him. Over time she begins to smoke pot, all her extra time she spends with him. She starts to slip away from her family, friends, and commitments. Rogerson is very demanding of her, becoming angry if Catlin is late meeting him. He begins to hit her, and it starts to become a regular occurrence and she doesn't know how to get out of it. As you can see this is a story about a girl who looses herself. If you are willing to ride out the hard times to see her hit rock bottom, and recover. Recovering is a long and painful process. She has to learn how to build up her relationships, to trust and to find herself again. The ending will not fail you, you will leave this book with a sense of hope and revitalized.
bethany56 More than 1 year ago
Dreamland by Sarah Dessen is a great page turning book. It is mainly about Caitlin, who becomes a completely different person after her sister, Cass, runs away. She ends up a cheerleader, taking drugs, and having an abusive boyfriend. This book always makes me want to know whats going to happen next, and how she is going to deal with the next hole shes dug herself into. You feel like you really know Caitlin, and you understand why she does all the things that she has done wrong in her life. Even though you know they aren't right, the things she does always seems a little bit better when she explains her reasoning. It makes you think about actions a little more and the thought process behind it. It is very well written and I would recommend it to girls because it is written more for them. I would pick up this book if you get the chance!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great look at teen relationship problems/situations. New look at what victums of domestic violence need to remember and to do, the girl in this book shys away and avoids help all because she thinks she has no one to turn to. It reminds readers that you always need to be there for somebody and know that there is always someone to go to.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
this book based on relationships, pressure, and friendship was absolutely amazing. Ive read this book three times and i always get shocked on the same parts. Its emotional, realistic, and informant. I absolutely loved it.
ageek4reading More than 1 year ago
When i read this book i couldnt help but cry. The fact that the guy she thought was amazing begins to abuse her she didnt have a clue on what to do. This book is so realistic cause it reminds me so much of a person. Dessen did an incredible job on this novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
At first I was not sure if I would like this book. To be honest I thought the main character was a guy. Until she talked about a skirt. You may laugh but I dose not tell where any girl things may be brought up. I thought when Catlin was being abused It was really sad I almost wanted to cry for her because she did not know he would be like this. I would recommend this book to 7th grade and older. It was really good but It had mature things in it. Older kids would be able to understand more. I think this book is a 5 out of 5 it was really good. I would defiantly read this book again.
BLAIR44 More than 1 year ago
This book is absolutely amazing. You hear people saying how some books are amazingly realistic and they felt like they were actualy there, sometimes you might not believe it, but in this book it is so true. (If you have not read this book yet, do not read this part) When Rogerson first hit Kaitlyn, I was so surprised. I mean after a while it kind of made since, seeing as Rogersons father ofton hit him, but at that moment i was very surpried. And at the very end when she was calling him back and telling him not to leave, even after all that he had done to her, it absolutely broke my heart. Because she was very much in love and emotionally attached to him that she wanted to be with him even though he had harmed her. Sarah Dessen is an absolute genius. I have read almost all of her books and I have never been let down by one. I strongely recomend this book. It is beautiful, realistic, and absolutely amazing.
SummerHeart More than 1 year ago
This book was awesome. It was kind of depressing. I remember at when i was going to bed one night i was kind of depressed cause i was reading this right before. It is a really good book. I loved it.
TreesinBrooklyn More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I recommend it to anyone who wants something they just can't put down. Even if this isn't your favorite book ever, you will get some kind of insight from it--I did.
Azjura More than 1 year ago
This book was fantastic. It was a little hard to get into, but at the same time the story really came together and everything had a huge significance. This story is extremely emotional and heart wrenching. I would suggest this book to any teenage girl dealing with an abusive relationship and anyone who seems to be stuck with their current situation in life. Making this incredible/average journey with the lead Caitlin truely inspires you to look inside yourself and encourages you to help yourself. I had thought that this was going to turn out to be a happy ending,typical relationship book and then out of no where the plot twists and you see deeper into the relationship and you can't let go of the book. While it was difficult for me to finish to see what the final outcome would be, it was deffinately worth it. I would recommend this book to almost anyone!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best books I've ever read, this was the third Sarah Dessen book I've read and I can see that right now it is my favorite. I could not put it down. For anyone who loves Sarah Dessen, or anyone who wants a good story read this book, you will not be disapointed.