Secrets Don’t Keep by Elora Nicole Ramirez (The Grove #1)
Review Done by Cassandra Brooker for Alpha Book Club
I received an ARC for an honest review.
This kept me going in circles! I thought I knew what was coming but nope, it kept me guessing and every turn I was wrong. Its that good! You Will want to read this and find out what secrets will kill?
This book makes me think of “The Skulls” it was a movie and it was the same idea here but it's that good!
Kera is at an elite school and the in thing with all the students is getting a gold envelope from La Boheme. That is the group that will set you up for life but at a cost too. They keep secrets, they will help you out if you need to keep a secret.
Will La Boheme kill? Do you like elite schools with secret societies?
If you answered yes to all of this then I recommend that you get this book asap! you will not be able to put it down and will turn the page more than realizing the time.
Here is an excerpt:
I know most people don’t get excited about the beginning of another school year, but I’m not most people, and this isn’t your ordinary school. And somewhere deep inside, I think there’s a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe this will be the year I get a golden envelope.
It sounds hilarious and fake, but it’s legit, and the definition behind Grove’s legacy of A-list alumni.
A secret society offering immediate acceptance into an Ivy League of your choice. Social proof that lasts for decades. First dibs on societies that are just tiny rumors on our nation’s radar.
Skull and Bones.
From there, the influence is unlimited. The society dates back to our school’s origin and holds roots in the birth of some of the most promising universities. Essentially, La Boheme is the breeding ground for the nation’s elite.
The envelopes come the first week of school. I would do anything for a golden nod. I rub my fingers together in a small circle and daydream about endless funds and absolute power.
We make our way down the cobblestone drive and I watch the lacrosse team, already on campus for practices, run drills on a nearby field. Given the way a few of them keep tripping over their sticks, I imagine this must be the first year team. To their right a few guys throw a football across the quad. Everywhere students are getting situated and carrying boxes into their tiny rooms, now makeshift homes until Christmas break.
A slow smile spreads across my face and I nervously tap my fingers against my bare legs. My phone vibrates and I glance down to read the text. It’s Season.
OMG where are you?! You’ll never believe the rug I brought back from Bali. It’s divine.
I shake my head and type in a quick response.
It’s about time you texted. I just got here. Be there soon.
I shift in my seat with anticipation. This year, Season and I managed to get into Ivy Hall, the building reserved for a select number of seniors. It’s by and large the most striking of the dorms, with stone edifices and ivy that snakes it’s way up and over the walls. For the past three years, we dreamed about living here one day. It rests against the back of the campus and in front of a wooded area that’s a rumored host to many soirees reserved for the third and fourth years. But that’s just a cover. Those parties?
They’re La Boheme.
At least, that’s what I’ve heard.
Just getting into the dorm feels like a transcendent promise.I gaze out the window and shuffle my feet in anticipation.