Freshman year Jill's best friend, the brilliant, dazzling Shaila Arnold, was killed by her boyfriend. After that dark night on the beach, Graham confessed, the case was closed, and Jill tried to move on. Interesting Plot? Yes. Not very original, not going to lie, but it was intriguing. But did it deliver? Todo el tema de Los Jugadores me parece para explorar con incluso más profundidad. Resulta que en el pasado, el alumnado de los últimos cursos de cada promoción –e incluso después, una vez en la universidad– ha ido rellenando Los Archivos, unos documentos solo accesibles para este grupo selecto con toda la información de los exámenes, resultados de tests, trabajos... Así, quien llegue a ser un Jugador, podrá ser la persona más popular mientras saque las mejores notas. Hay mucho más, esto es solo la superficie. No me digáis que no es algo jugosísimo. Sometimes it's hard to know which qualities really define you, and which ones have been affixed to you by others so many times that you actually begin to believe them and claim them as your own.”

Five hundred and twenty-three Gold Coast Prep students, ages six to eighteen, raise their voices. Even the new kids, who were instructed to memorize the stupid words before they even set foot on campus.A pristine infusion of Gossip Girl and Netflix’s Elite, this prep-school thriller has it all: plaid skirts, secret societies, and a gripping murder mystery, but paired with an adept critique of the powers and privileges that goeth before the fall.”– Elle Disclaimer-This is a rant review. I don't mean to offend the author or anyone who liked this book. These are just my own thoughts

Good morning, Gold Coast,” Headmaster Weingarten bellows. His bowtie is slightly askew and his salt-and-pepper mustache looks recently trimmed above his pointy chin. “I see many new faces among our ranks and I want to say welcome from the bottom of my heart. Join me.” I was desperate to find the answers to this story. But I also got concerned at about 80 percent through because it didn’t seem like it was resolving. It kept the tension going right until the end. Jill herself is in many ways a rather unlikeable character, but with a few beautiful redeeming qualities. For example, her love for her brother and friends is commendable and I think many of us would react in similar ways she did if put in the same situation. On the other hand though, she is rather judgmental, especially towards other girls in the story, both main and side characters. This fuels the idea that Jill is, despite being a scholarship student, privileged, and was raised with many prejudices. However, she does make strides towards being a better person.The Players are the chosen elite who pinnacle the Gold Coast prep school's social hierarchy. They are more than the most popular students though and they do more than throw the wildest parties. The Players have access to test answers, have their chosen college admissions guaranteed, and the futures they desire provided for them. They also have the task of ensuring those next in line sacrifice everything they are to get this place, just like they did.

Shaila is no longer with us,” he says, “but her life was radiant, one we cannot forget. She lives on in her family, in her friends, and within these halls.” Jill was a mean, terrible person, who valued being the most popular girl in school more than anything. It seemed to me she was relieved her friend died, so she could take her place in the hierarchy and be the queen of the school. Even after 3 years of her friend's death, she kept that awful secret club alive, along with its inhumane hazing. Well, as a result: this one failed me. Maybe I’m the wrong reader for the wrong book at the wrong time.Make sure to add They Wish They Were Us to your August TBR if thrillers and dramatic stories of betrayal, love, and murder are your thing! The project originated with Sweeney who found the book, published on August 4 by Razorbill. The book was optioned by Endeavor Content and Crazyrose through the companies’ production and finance deal. I want to mourn what I thought I knew about the people I love. Loved. How do I recover? How do I get over this? I can’t. Not yet, anyway. Because it feels like my heart has been smashed open and every truth I ever knew is spilling onto the floor.”