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You: A Novel

You: A Novel

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by Caroline Kepnes

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Praise for Caroline Kepnes and You:

Hypnotic and scary.” —Stephen King

“I am RIVETED, AGHAST, AROUSED, you name it. The rare instance when prose and plot are equally delicious.” —Lena Dunham

From debut author Caroline Kepnes comes You, one of Suspense Magazine’s


Praise for Caroline Kepnes and You:

Hypnotic and scary.” —Stephen King

“I am RIVETED, AGHAST, AROUSED, you name it. The rare instance when prose and plot are equally delicious.” —Lena Dunham

From debut author Caroline Kepnes comes You, one of Suspense Magazine’s Best Books of 2014, and a brilliant and terrifying novel for the social media age.

When a beautiful, aspiring writer strides into the East Village bookstore where Joe Goldberg works, he does what anyone would do: he Googles the name on her credit card.

There is only one Guinevere Beck in New York City. She has a public Facebook account and Tweets incessantly, telling Joe everything he needs to know: she is simply Beck to her friends, she went to Brown University, she lives on Bank Street, and she’ll be at a bar in Brooklyn tonight—the perfect place for a “chance” meeting.

As Joe invisibly and obsessively takes control of Beck’s life, he orchestrates a series of events to ensure Beck finds herself in his waiting arms. Moving from stalker to boyfriend, Joe transforms himself into Beck’s perfect man, all while quietly removing the obstacles that stand in their way—even if it means murder.

A terrifying exploration of how vulnerable we all are to stalking and manipulation, debut author Caroline Kepnes delivers a razor-sharp novel for our hyper-connected digital age. You is a compulsively readable page-turner that’s being compared to Gone Girl, American Psycho, and Stephen King’s Misery.

Editorial Reviews

TimeOut Australia
"Is Caroline Kepnes’ 'You' the next GONE GIRL? It'll take you inside a psychopath’s head... and might even make you like him. A mad and macabre love story."
“A deeply dark yet mesmerizing first novel of two people caught in a romantic tangle with an ever-tightening knot.”
Stephen King
"Hypnotic and scary...never read anything quite like it."
"This is one of the most unsettling books I’ve read this year, but despite being thoroughly creeped out, I couldn’t put it down even for a second. It’s narrated by the villain, which makes for a rather unnerving read. I even found myself accidentally rooting for him as he was about to commit pretty heinous crimes. Whoops."
Lena Dunham
“My most favorite thriller."
"This book is dark, disturbing, twisted, erotic, psychotic...just try to put it down. Fans of...Gillian Flynn will love this book."
Huffpost Books
You is the kind of book you will read whenever you have a spare moment. It is the book you will not be able to put down, and once you finish, you will want to start over again.”
"37 Books with Plot Twists that Will Blow Your Min Buzzfeed
"I was immediately hooked—and read it in a matter of hours. Could. Not. Stop."
"Could be the next GONE GIRL...a perverse suspense romance about obsession, sex, and secrets."
“All-consuming – a book that will not release its hold on you, even when you are not actively reading it.”
The Devil's Advocate
“You…had the page-turning quality of classic (Stephen) King at his peak.”
Jennifer Hillier
“Intense and deeply disturbing, You is a dark story told in a fresh voice, and an addictive read from beginning to end. Being inside Joe Goldberg’s head was both a thrill and a nightmare, and yet I didn’t want to wake up. I look forward to more from the very talented Caroline Kepnes.”
Daily Mail (UK) - Geoffrey Wansell
"Both original and compelling. If you only read one new thriller this year, make it this one. It will stay with you long after you have put it down."
"You think you know the story: girl meets boy, boy turns out to be a murderous stalker. US journalist Kepnes' debut is a fantastically creepy thriller...the kind of book you put your life on hold for."
Elle (UK)
"A page turner...clever and chilling."
Marie Claire (UK)
"A brilliant tale of obsessive love...it's GONE GIRL meets a sinister version of GIRLS."
Closer Magazine
“Kepnes’debut novel is gripping in both substance and style.”
Kathryn's Inbox
“You is a deliciously terrifying stalker tale that grabbed hold of me on page one and kept me captivated right until the very end…Utterly unputdownable.”
Pages Podcast
“If you like twisted psychological horror with a liberal dose of hip and more than a dollop of perversion, this one’s for you!”
Harpers Bazaar (UK)
“If you liked GONE GIRL’S portrayal of a marriage in decline, the demented love story at the heart of YOU will have you gripped….This book will give you Stockholm syndrome."
The Book Ramblings
You by Caroline Kepnes completely blew me away…It’s an exceptional thriller that is chillingly passionate, dangerous, and quite often left me speechless.”
Sophie Hannah
"YOU is superb. So funny, apart from anything else, and properly clever. It is: different, hot."
Publishers Weekly
Debut novelist Kepnes’s seriously unsettling depiction of stalking nevertheless manages to invoke glimmers of sympathy for its perpetrator. Joe is working as a clerk at a bookstore on New York City’s Lower East Side when M.F.A. writing student Guinevere Beck (known as Beck) saunters in. Joe knows immediately that they’re meant to be together. What follows is a chronicle of Joe’s psychotic preoccupation with Beck, told in Joe’s relentless, alternately passionate and vitriolic narration and addressed to Beck as “you.” Astonishingly enough, his fixation materializes into a relationship of sorts. Joe, who is well-read but never attended college, has a chip on his shoulder about his education and class status and the assumptions people make about him. Beck, for her part, prefers to stir up dramas rather than seriously work on her writing. What’s most chilling about this novel, besides its plausibility, is the way in which Kepnes makes the reader empathize with Joe during the journey into his troubled mind. Her book will have readers looking over their shoulders—and examining their own motivations. Agent: Jennifer Rudolph Walsh and Claudia Ballard, WME Entertainment. (Sept.)
Boston Globe
“Kepnes does a brilliant job of letting us into the brittle mind of a beguiling psychopath.”
Leah Raeder
"Evilly fantastic."
Allen Eskens
"YOU is punch-you-in-the-face stunning. Caroline Kepnes takes her readers by the hand and masterfully leads them into an ever darkening, twisted and delicious tale full of sharp psychological edges. This book needs to find its way onto the bookshelf of every reader of mysteries and thrillers."
Art Books Coffee
“One of the best books that I have read this year…From page one of this book, I knew it was going to be something that gripped me…I cannot wait to read what comes next from Caroline. Her voice is original and her writing style captures modern society down to every hashtag.”
Way Too Hot Books
“Couldn’t get the story out of my mind…Joe’s complex and flawed character and [the] suspenseful tone of his story will...keep you turning the pages.”
A Bookworm's World
“Kepnes has penned her own version of the ‘stalker’ novel. It’s different – and it’s darn good.”
"This beautifully crafted thriller... will give you chills."
Us Weekly
Splice Today
"Gripping, erotic, suspenseful... yes, it's the next Gone Girl."
The Literary Gossip
“I finished You a day ago, and Joe’s voice is still in my head…I was so impressed with everything about this book, I have no choice but to give it 5 stars. I look forward to reading her work in the future.”
“An absolutely creepy novel of obsession, You is told from a rare point of view—that of the stalker—and is as absolutely chilling as it is absorbing. Fans of psychological thrillers shouldn’t miss this intriguing debut.“
Entertainment Weekly
The Joplin Globe
“[I] devoured every page and enthusiastically recommended others do the same…I’m going to scoop up everything Kepnes writes... Probing, visionary and intricate, [You] makes me excited to read whatever she comes up with next.”
Curled Up with a Good Book
"Compulsively readable... deliberately seductive."
Fictional Candy
“Completely unique...it scares me to the core.”
“Reminiscent of Gone Girl, but with a darker, more chilling tone."
The Insatiable Bookie
“Completely and utterly scary, but masterful all the same.”
The Daily Mail (UK)
One of The Daily Mail's Crime Book Picks of 2014
Examiner.com - Peter Kelton
"Stunningly marvelous...Highly recommended."
That's What She Read
“Dark and disturbed,You is definitely a must read.”
Books with Cass
“You was addicting and compelling.”
Chester County Books
"A very sexy page turner."
The Insomniac Bibliophile
"Wholly engrossing…I will not be forgetting this one for a while!"
Book Addicts NSA
"To say You was intense would be the understatement of the year... Nothing I have read remotely compares... It's so sick and twisted and yet magnificently brilliant. Read YOU."
Library Journal
When Joe Goldberg meets Guinevere Beck in the East Village bookstore where he works, he instantly knows that she's the one for him. Sure, he thought the same about Candace, but Candace is no longer in his life and he's sure that Guinevere is the one. The only problem is Guinevere doesn't seem to know it yet. So Joe gives her some time. Time he spends watching her, hacking her computer, and even saving her from her mistakes. When she drunkenly falls onto the subway tracks late at night, he's there to offer her a hand. And when he realizes her boyfriend Benji is cheating on her, Joe gets Benji out of the way. In fact, Joe will do pretty much anything, including commit murder, to make sure that Guinevere becomes his. VERDICT Kepnes certainly has the creepy factor down in her debut novel, taking readers deep into Joe's thoughts and feelings, to extremely suspenseful effect. And Joe is entirely believable as the stalker from hell. Though there are no ghosts and the only thing that goes bump in the night is Joe, this will appeal to fans of psychological horror.—Jane Jorgenson, Madison P.L., WI

Kirkus Reviews
An impending sense of dread hangs over Kepnes' cleverly claustrophobic debut, in which love takes on a whole new meaning. Told from the perspective of Joe Goldberg, a seemingly normal Manhattan bookstore employee, the narrative is structured like a long monologue to the titular "you": a young woman, Guinevere Beck, who becomes the object of Joe's obsessive affection. They meet casually enough at the bookstore, and since she's an aspiring writer just starting an MFA program, they bond over literature. Seems innocuous enough, even sweet, until we learn just how far Joe will go to make Beck—her preferred name—his own. Kepnes makes keen use of modern technology to chronicle Joe and Beck's "courtship": He not only stalks her on Twitter, but hacks into her email account and, after casually lifting her cellphone, monitors her text messages. In Joe's mind, he's keeping Beck safe from what he perceives as dangers in her life, particularly the clingy, wealthy Peach Salinger (yes, a relative of that Salinger); Beck's hard-partying ex, Benji; and her therapist, the smooth-talking Dr. Nicky. When Joe and Beck finally, inevitably get together, it only serves to ratchet up Joe's predatory, possessive instincts. Every text is analyzed as if it were the German Enigma Code, and every email is parsed and mined for secret meaning. There's little doubt that the relationship is doomed, but Kepnes keeps the reader guessing on just how everything will implode. There's nothing romantic about Joe's preoccupation with Beck, but Kepnes puts the reader so deep into his head that delusions approach reality.

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  • YOU walk into the bookstore and you keep your hand on the door to make sure it doesn’t slam. You smile, embarrassed to be a nice girl, and your nails are bare and your V-neck sweater is beige and it’s impossible to know if you’re wearing a bra but I don’t think that you are. You’re so clean that you’re dirty and you murmur your first word to me—hello—when most people would just pass by, but not you, in your loose pink jeans, a pink spun from Charlotte’s Web and where did you come from?

    You are classic and compact, my own little Natalie Portman circa the end of the movie Closer, when she’s fresh-faced and done with the bad British guys and going home to America. You’ve come home to me, delivered at last, on a Tuesday, 10:06 A.M. Every day I commute to this shop on the Lower East Side from my place in Bed-Stuy. Every day I close up without finding anyone like you. Look at you, born into my world today. I’m shaking and I’d pop an Ativan but they’re downstairs and I don’t want to pop an Ativan. I don’t want to come down. I want to be here, fully, watching you bite your unpainted nails and turn your head to the left, no, bite that pinky, widen those eyes, to the right, no, reject biographies, self-help (thank God), and slow down when you make it to fiction.


    I let you disappear into the stacks—Fiction F–K—and you’re not the standard insecure nymph hunting for Faulkner you’ll never finish, never start; Faulkner that will harden and calcify, if books could calcify, on your nightstand; Faulkner meant only to convince one-night stands that you mean it when you swear you never do this kind of thing. No, you’re not like those girls. You don’t stage Faulkner and your jeans hang loose and you’re too sun-kissed for Stephen King and too untrendy for Heidi Julavits and who, who will you buy? You sneeze, loudly, and I imagine how loud you are when you climax. “God bless you!” I call out.

    You giggle and holler back, you horny girl, “You too, buddy.”

    Buddy. You’re flirting and if I was the kind of asshole who Instagrams, I would photograph the F–K placard and filter the shit out of that baby and caption it:

    F—K yes, I found her.

    Calm down, Joe. They don’t like it when a guy comes on too strong, I remind myself. Thank God for a customer and it’s hard to scan his predictable Salinger—then again, it’s always hard to do that. This guy is, what, thirty-six and he’s only now reading Franny and Zooey? And let’s get real. He’s not reading it. It’s just a front for the Dan Browns in the bottom of his basket. Work in a bookstore and learn that most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are. I bag the Dan Brown first like it’s kiddie porn and tell him Franny and Zooey is the shit and he nods and you’re still in F–K because I can see your beige sweater through the stacks, barely. If you reach any higher, I’ll see your belly. But you won’t. You grab a book and sit down in the aisle and maybe you’ll stay here all night. Maybe it’ll be like the Natalie Portman movie Where the Heart Is, adapted faithlessly from the Billie Letts book—above par for that kind of crud—and I’ll find you in the middle of the night. Only you won’t be pregnant and I won’t be the meek man in the movie. I’ll lean over and say, “Excuse me, miss, but we’re closed” and you’ll look up and smile. “Well, I’m not closed.” A breath. “I’m wide open. Buddy.”

    “Hey.” Salinger-Brown bites. He’s still here? He’s still here. “Can I get a receipt?”

    “Sorry about that.”

    He grabs it out of my hand. He doesn’t hate me. He hates himself. If people could handle their self-loathing, customer service would be smoother.

    “You know what, kid? You need to get over yourself. You work in a bookstore. You don’t make the books. You don’t write the books and if you were any good at reading the books, you probably wouldn’t work in a bookstore. So wipe that judgmental look off your face and tell me to have a nice day.”

    This man could say anything in the world to me and he’d still be the one shame-buying Dan Brown. You appear now with your intimate Portman smile, having heard the motherfucker. I look at you. You look at him and he’s still looking at me, waiting.

    “Have a nice day, sir,” I say and he knows I don’t mean it, hates that he craves platitudes from a stranger. When he’s gone, I call out again because you’re listening, “You enjoy that Dan Brown, motherfucker!”

    You walk over, laughing, and thank God it’s morning, and we’re dead in the morning and nobody is gonna get in our way. You put your basket of books down on the counter and you sass, “You gonna judge me too?”

    “What an asshole, right?”

    “Eh, probably just in a mood.”

    You’re a sweetheart. You see the best in people. You complement me.

    “Well,” I say and I should shut up and I want to shut up but you make me want to talk. “That guy is the reason that Blockbuster shouldn’t have gone under.”

    You look at me. You’re curious and I want to know about you but I can’t ask so I just keep talking.

    “Everybody is always striving to be better, lose five pounds, read five books, go to a museum, buy a classical record and listen to it and like it. What they really want to do is eat doughnuts, read magazines, buy pop albums. And books? Fuck books. Get a Kindle. You know why Kindles are so successful?”

    You laugh and you shake your head and you’re listening to me at the point when most people drift, go into their phone. And you’re pretty and you ask, “Why?”

    “I’ll tell you why. The Internet put porn in your home—”

    I just said porn, what a dummy, but you’re still listening, what a doll.

    “And you didn’t have to go out and get it. You didn’t have to make eye contact with the guy at the store who now knows you like watching girls get spanked. Eye contact is what keeps us civilized.”

    Your eyes are almonds and I go on. “Revealed.”

    You don’t wear a wedding ring and I go on. “Human.”

    You are patient and I need to shut up but I can’t. “And the Kindle, the Kindle takes all the integrity out of reading, which is exactly what the Internet did to porn. The checks and balances are gone. You can read your Dan Brown in public and in private all at once. It’s the end of civilization. But—”

    “There’s always a but,” you say and I bet you come from a big family of healthy, loving people who hug a lot and sing songs around a campfire.

    “But with no places to buy movies or albums, it’s come down to books. There are no more video stores so there are no more nerds who work in video stores and quote Tarantino and fight about Dario Argento and hate on people who rent Meg Ryan movies. That act, the interaction between seller and buyer, is the most important two-way street we got. And you can’t just eradicate two-way streets like that and not expect a fallout, you know?”

    I don’t know if you know but you don’t tell me to stop talking the way people sometimes do and you nod. “Hmm.”

    “See, the record store was the great equalizer. It gave the nerds power—‘You’re really buying Taylor Swift?’—even though all those nerds went home and jerked it to Taylor Swift.”

    Stop saying Taylor Swift. Are you laughing at me or with me?

    “Anyway,” I say, and I’ll stop if you tell me to.

    “Anyway,” you say, and you want me to finish.

    “The point is, buying stuff is one of the only honest things we do. That guy didn’t come in here for Dan Brown or Salinger. That guy came in here to confess.”

    “Are you a priest?”

    “No. I’m a church.”


    You look at your basket and I sound like a deranged loner and I look in your basket. Your phone. You don’t see it, but I do. It’s cracked. It’s in a yellow case. This means that you only take care of yourself when you’re beyond redemption. I bet you take zinc the third day of a cold. I pick up your phone and try to make a joke.

    “You steal this off that guy?”

    You take your phone and you redden. “Me and this phone . . .” you say. “I’m a bad mommy.”

    Mommy. You’re dirty, you are.


    You smile and you’re definitely not wearing a bra. You take the books out of the basket and put the basket on the floor and look at me like it wouldn’t be remotely possible for me to criticize anything you ever did. Your nipples pop. You don’t cover them. You notice the Twizzlers I keep by the register. You point, hungry. “Can I?”

    “Yes,” I say, and I am feeding you already. I pick up your first book, Impossible Vacation by Spalding Gray. “Interesting,” I say. “Most people get his monologues. This is a great book, but it’s not a book that people go around buying, particularly young women who don’t appear to be contemplating suicide, given the fate of the author.”

    “Well, sometimes you just want to go where it’s dark, you know?”

    “Yeah,” I say. “Yeah.”

    If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young. Night moves don’t work in the morning, and the light pours in through the windows. Aren’t bookstores supposed to be dark?

    Note to self: Tell Mr. Mooney to get blinds. Curtains. Anything.

    I pick up your second book, Desperate Characters by one of my favorite authors, Paula Fox. This is a good sign, but you could be buying it because you read on some stupid blog that she’s Courtney Love’s biological grandmother. I can’t be sure that you’re buying Paula Fox because you came to her the right way, from a Jonathan Franzen essay.

    You reach into your wallet. “She’s the best, right? Kills me that she’s not more famous, even with Franzen gushing about her, you know?”

    Thank God. I smile. “The Western Coast.”

    You look away. “I haven’t gone there yet.” I look at you and you put your hands up, surrender. “Don’t shoot.” You giggle and I wish your nipples were still hard. “I’m gonna read The Western Coast someday and Desperate Characters I’ve read a zillion times. This one’s for a friend.”

    “Uh-huh,” I say and the red lights flash danger. For a friend.

    “It’s probably a waste of time. He won’t even read it. But at least she sells a book, right?”

    “True.” Maybe he’s your brother or your dad or a gay neighbor, but I know he’s a friend and I stab at the calculator.

    “It’s thirty-one fifty-one.”

    “Holy money. See, that’s why Kindles rule,” you say as you reach into your Zuckerman’s pig-pink wallet and hand me your credit card even though you have enough cash in there to cover it. You want me to know your name and I’m no nut job and I swipe your card and the quiet between us is getting louder and why didn’t I put on music today and I can’t think of anything to say.

    “Here we go.” And I offer you the receipt.

    “Thanks,” you murmur. “This is a great shop.”

    You’re signing and you are Guinevere Beck. Your name is a poem and your parents are assholes, probably, like most parents. Guinevere. Come on.

    “Thank you, Guinevere.”

    “I really just go by Beck. Guinevere’s kinda long and ridiculous, you know?”

    “Well, Beck, you look different in person. Also, Midnite Vultures is awesome.”

    You take your bag of books and you don’t break eye contact because you want me to see you seeing me. “Right on, Goldberg.”

    “Nah, I just go by Joe. Goldberg is kind of long and ridiculous, ya know?”

    We’re laughing and you wanted to know my name as much as I wanted to know yours or you wouldn’t have read my name tag. “Sure you don’t wanna grab The Western Coast while you’re here?”

    “This will sound crazy, but I’m saving it. For my nursing home list.”

    “You mean bucket list.”

    “Oh no, that’s totally different. A nursing home list is a list of things you plan on reading and watching in a nursing home. A bucket list is more like . . . visit Nigeria, jump out of an airplane. A nursing home list is like, read The Western Coast and watch Pulp Fiction and listen to the latest Daft Punk album.”

    “I can’t picture you in a nursing home.”

    You blush. You are Charlotte’s Web and I could love you. “Aren’t you gonna tell me to have a nice day?”

    “Have a nice day, Beck.”

    You smile. “Thanks, Joe.”

    You didn’t walk in here for books, Beck. You didn’t have to say my name. You didn’t have to smile or listen or take me in. But you did. Your signature is on the receipt. This wasn’t a cash transaction and it wasn’t a coded debit. This was real. I press my thumb into the wet ink on your receipt and the ink of Guinevere Beck stains my skin.

  • Meet the Author

    Caroline Kepnes is a native of Cape Cod and the author of many published short stories. After graduating from Brown University, Caroline moved to New York where she covered pop culture for Entertainment Weekly and Tiger Beat. She also worked as a staff writer on the first season of ABC Family's The Secret Life of the American Teenager. Caroline’s second novel, Hidden Bodies, is the follow-up to her debut novel, You, which was optioned by Showtime. Caroline now lives in Los Angeles, where she writes fiction, drinks artificially sweetened caffeinated beverages, and avoids freeways. Follow @CarolineKepnes on Twitter or visit CarolineKepnes.com.

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    You 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 70 reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book is the book I had always wanted to write. It is romantic, thrilling, and twisted in all the right ways. I could not and did not want to put this book down. Absolutely a must-read.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book is absolutely wonderful and I am dying for this author to release another! I was hooked quickly by the writing and the realistic approach. Being young and living in an age full of technology, it is extremely easy for someone to have a stalker without realizing it. The moment I finished the book, I instantly wanted to go back to page one to read it again.  I completed reading this book in two days. I simply could not get enough. Yes, this book is dark and honestly messed up is putting it lightly. At one point I felt as if everything had a chance of working out for the best and then a moment later everything fell apart so quickly.  Overall this book has become one of my favorites. 
    Shanrock19 More than 1 year ago
    Okay...this is a tough one. I liked the book, and I thought the writing was pretty good, but it's an off putting book. It's a really dark subject, and I think it's a good thing I didn't like any of the characters; I felt separated from them and I didn't really care for them, so some of the things happening to them really didn't have the full impact it would of had if I had cared more. I suppose that may be a bad thing because it didn't really draw me into the story. I think the book is a bit long; I was getting tired of it after awhile, and I was disappointed with the end. The author did an excellent job of showing the reader the inside of the main character's head. The story is creepy and haunting and I think the author did a good job of portraying the oddness of the story. That's why I think I mainly liked the story. I just wish the ending was different, and the characters were a bit more redeemable, but alas that was not the case. I also want to give a bit of a warning; this book does get a bit graphic, and the wording is intense. The book is a bit depressing, but if you like darkly weird stories; this is a good book for you.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    (from a 26 yr old point of view)..oh my oh my! this book had me for a loop, I couldn't put it down. I had a lot of "whaaaat??" moments. Highly recommended!!
    robbielea More than 1 year ago
    1. My random list about author Caroline Kepnes’ debut novel You was inspired by a statement I’m sure anyone who reads has occasionally made, “I don’t know what to say about this book”. So here is what I can say. . . 2. I could NOT put this book down! 3. Bingo Caroline Kepnes! You are a hit and so is your book by the same name! My favorite authors are those in whose heads I would like to spend some time and I would love to spend time in yours! 4. Hey Joe Goldberg! I adore you as a character. You’re creepy, you’re weird, you’re a psychopath. There is something so intimate about the author’s use of the second person POV to write your story. I feel as though you’re speaking just to me. Feel free to stalk me, but please don’t kill me!!! 5. Shame on you Guinevere Beck! You define shallow! You are as crazy as Joe Goldberg. . .just in a slightly more socially acceptable way. 6. Joe is attractive, witty, crazy, romantic, damaged – not unlike the heroes of many romance novels. The difference is. . .Joe kills people. 7. Joe’s thought processes make me smile. Mixed with all his irrational observations about life as he sees it, Joe scatters appropriate book passages and song lyrics. How many of you readers and music lovers can honestly say you don’t do this at times? 8. If you feel comfortable and safe using social media. . .don’t! This book will scare you into privacy mode! 9. The voice of Joe Goldberg cries out to me to give this book a 5 star rating for creative use of insanity in a character by an author. 10.This point will only have meaning for you if you choose to read this fascinating and artfully crafted book. Do you know where your cell phone is?  
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I couldn't put it down!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I was looking for a book I couldn't put down, one that would hold my attention until I finished it. This was IT! Author did an amazing job! Equal parts creepy, relatable [growing up in a social media age] and thrilling! If you are even considering this book.. its a YES!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Fantastic!!!! Lost sleep,staying up all nite to finish it. Great story and many times caught myself saying "what" and "how" did I miss that?? This is a must read for all.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I picked up this book on a 1.99 deal so i wasnt expecting much, but HOLY COW was it worth so much more!! I instantly fell in love with the characters and constantly found myself daydreaming about what was going to happen next. I struggled putting this book down for other priorities and now i am struggling to wait for the sequel to arrive in the fall lol. Will definitely read this a second time before the new book!
    LilyElementBookReviews More than 1 year ago
    Holy guacamole. YOU is a really intense read, and not a genre I typically find myself gravitating towards. This book is not for everyone and it's one you'll either love or hate. YOU is a story about Joe, a bookseller that is an obsessive stalker that finds himself fascinated by a woman that walks into his bookshop one morning. He manages to find out more about her and this begins the crazy journey. He starts by standing outside her apartment to watch her and learn more about her. It escalates to breaking into her apartment, and then finally inching his way into her life.  Beck is a college student that is an aspiring writer. When she is saved one night by a mysterious man that she later realizes she met at a bookshop she starts to slowly let him into her life. They move from friendship to a relationship all without her knowing that Joe has stolen her cell phone and is reading all her texts and emails. This puts him a step ahead of her, and gives him an advantage since he knows exactly what she's saying to her friends about him and what she wants. I never thought I'd enjoy a book about a crazy stalker guy, but man this book was so well written that you just keep turning the pages to see what would happen next. It was hard to put down and I think I wound up reading this within 24 hours. I heard a sample of the audio from a fellow blogger and oh my gosh, the narrator really channeled Joe's character. I will be getting the audio of the next book when it is released. I suggest this if you're looking for an intense thriller/suspense.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Wow!!!! That was a trip! A trip I will never forget! Loved this book! Glad I stayed until the end.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Dark, intense, creepy. I could not put it down! If you are a fan of Dexter, you will love Joe, the book's anti-hero. Almost every character is despicable, but so well-written, you come to know them like an annoying fringe friend, or co-worker, or scary ex-boyfriend. I was searching for a book I'd want to read instead of sleep, and it was worth getting 5 hours of sleep on a work day!
    KDH_Reviews More than 1 year ago
    I picked this book up on a whim about a month and a half ago. It was on sale and the blurb sounded awesome. I read no reviews. I didn't pay attention to star ratings. I just one clicked and hopped it was $1.99 well spent. So, was it? Abso-freaking-lutely! You is told from the second person narrative. This is something I don't see too terribly often and I'm perfectly okay with that seeing as how it doesn't work well a lot of the time. However, it's flawless here. I feel like the second person narrative adds a certain creep factor that you wouldn't get in first or third person. I loved it. This book has flawed characters galore with little to no redeeming qualities about them. Some may find so many unlikeable characters off-putting, but I didn't. I think that's because we can so easily understand these characters. We understand their motivations and why they do what they do. So, yes. They are unlikeable, crazy, flawed, and totally screwed up. That's okay. It makes a really good story. I found this book nearly impossible to put down and cursed my husband ever time he wanted to binge watch Sons of Anarchy (amazing show, by the way). I could have easily read it straight through if "real life" wasn't a thing. I am looking forward to getting my hands on the next book, Love, as soon as possible (expected publication date is September 8, 2015 according to Goodreads). You can read all of my reviews on my blog, KDH Reviews.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I wish they would put this book back on sale so I can get it
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    If you love dark plots and reading them from the perspective of a twisted mind THIS is the read for you. Very captivating & allows a fictional glimpse into the mind of an off beat & demented personality.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book was unlike any I've read before... you will not be able to put it down!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    This book is written in second person, which I found unusual and it took me a few pages to get in sync with the flow. It is an odd and bizarre "obsession" story but it kept me going.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Written in first person And like a journal or letter to the victim, this style of writing just might give you the willies! I know it did me. This story is so beleiveable. I would definitely recommend it.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I did not hear or read about this book until three days ago - sept 2015. This book was published in Sept 2014. I began writing a book incorporating lyrics years ago that I picked up months ago. Then, I find and read this book three days ago. Caroline K - you have massively freaked me out. There are many things I would have liked to see done with this story because it drags in places but I will keep those comments to myself and see if you already changed things up in your second book. Guess I just have to "deal with it".
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I got pulled into the book from the first page
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    This story was very well written. Even though it is a dark topic and the main character is (mentally) sick, I spent the entire story rooting for him. Definetly a great read.
    Anonymous 21 days ago
    Great story, so well written, from such a unique, interesting perspective. A must read!
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    JMTJTC 3 months ago
    “I don't say anything. I know the power of silence. I remember my dad saying nothing and I remember his silences more vividly than I remember the things he said.” Genre: Thriller. Number of Pages: 422. Perspective: Second. Location: New York. You is the story of a bookstore manager, Joe, who quickly becomes obsessed with a beautiful and quirky customer. The main draw of this book is that it is written in second person and the narrator is a stalker. So it seems as though you are the object of his obsession. Sound creepy? Yes, it was. However, I think the author dropped the ball on how creepy it could have been. But maybe that’s the point. You start to think that Joe isn’t really that bad, or that his actions are justified, when they are actually illegal and very messed up. I do think there was the potential for a huge twist at the end. I was waiting for it, but I think the author ended up going with an easier direction. There were all the clues throughout the whole book for the twist, but they all ended up being red herrings. To read the rest of my review, go here: http://judgingmorethanjustthecover.blogspot.com/2017/01/you-caroline-kepnes.html