โNot every mistake deserves a consequence. Sometimes the only thing it deserves is forgiveness.โ
The Voss family is anything but normal. They live in a repurposed church, newly baptized Dollar Voss. The once cancer-stricken mother lives in the basement, the father is married to the motherโs former nurse, the little half-brother isnโt allowed to do or eat anything fun, and the eldest siblings are irritatingly perfect. Then, thereโs Merit.
Merit Voss collects trophies she hasnโt earned and secrets her family forces her to keep. While browsing the local antiques shop for her next trophy, she finds Sagan. His wit and unapologetic idealism disarm and spark renewed life into herโuntil she discovers that heโs completely unavailable. Merit retreats deeper into herself, watching her family from the sidelines, when she learns a secret that no trophy in the world can fix.
Fed up with the lies, Merit decides to shatter the happy family illusion that sheโs never been a part of before leaving them behind for good. When her escape plan fails, Merit is forced to deal with the staggering consequences of telling the truth and losing the one boy she loves.
Poignant and powerful,ย Without Meritย explores the layers of lies that tie a family together and the power of love and truth.
YA Contemporary
โI have Utahโs secret.
I have my fatherโs secret.
My motherโs secret.
Honorโs secret.
Luckโs secret.
I donโt want any of them anymore!
Maybe if I let all the secrets out, they wouldnโt make me feel like drowning anymore.โ
A teenage girl takes drastic measures after reaching a tipping point, deepening the cracks in a dysfunctional family whoโs forced to confront long-hidden truths.
Colleen Hoover delivers a powerful coming-of-age story which explores a girlโs struggles with identity and self-worth.
We meet Merit Voss, who lives in a converted church with her siblings, father, stepmother and motherโwhose social anxiety prevents her from leaving their basement. Already the situation is ripe for dysfunction, and Merit struggles under the weight of it all. She collects trophies she didnโt win to celebrate her bad days, of which she has many.
Merit feels like a shadow compared to her twin sisterโs vivacity, and she barely speaks with her older brother Utah. Her father is never around, her mother never leaves the basement, and her step mother canโt seem to stand her.
When she meets Sagan during a trophy-buying kind of day, Merit is immediately smitten, feels seen, only to be devastated when she realizes heโs already taken. Everything becomes monumentally worse when he is suddenly living at her house, stirring up feelings sheโs trying hard to stamp down.
And when her fraying emotions reach a fever pitch, it propels her over the edge, forcing her to deal with the many truths sheโs been hiding for so long.
โI donโt matter here, either. If I dropped out of life, just like I dropped out of school, everyoneโs lives would go on.ย With or without Merit.โ
The aftermath changes everything for the Voss family.
Hoover tackles big topics with charm, humor and a quirkiness that is quintessentially her. She challenges the definition of normal, with weighty messages about family, honesty, perspective and forgiveness. Talented drawings from Brandon Adams deepen the impact of this poignant, must-read novel.
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He stares at me a moment and then opens his container of beef jerky again. โYou want a piece yet?โ
โNo,โ I say again, growing more agitated with him by the second. โAre you dumb? Like . . . are you a legit stupid person?โ
He closes his container and sets it on the floor between his legs. โNo, Iโm actually very smart.โ
โWhatโs your issue, then? Are you on drugs?โ
He laughs. โNot any illegal ones.โ
Heโs smiling at me, taking this entire conversation in stride. This is normal for him? Heโs completely at ease. It makes me wonder what other kind of people heโs encountered in his life for him to think whatโs happening right now is normal.
I exit the highway and decide the best course of action would be to drop him off at the only gas station in our town.
โYou got a boyfriend, Merit?โ
I shake my head.
โGirlfriend?โ
I shake my head again.
โWell, is there anyone you find intriguing?โ
โAre you hitting on me or is this just you asking questions?โ
โIโm not actively hitting on you, but thatโs not to say I wouldnโt. Youโre cute. But right now Iโm just making converยญsation. Ping-Pong.โ
I blow out a frustrated rush of air.
โYouโre about to hit a turkey,โ he says, matter-of-fact.
I slam on my breaks. Why would there be a turkey on this road? I scan the road in front and around us but see nothing. โThereโs no turkey.โ
โI meant metaphorically.โ
What the hell? โNever tell a driver theyโre about to hit something metaphorically! Jesus Christ!โ I let off the brake until the car starts moving again.
โItโs a bowling term. Three strikes is a turkey.โ
โI am so lost.โ
He sits up straighter and pulls his leg up in his seat so that he can face me. โConversation should be like Ping-Pong,โ he repeats. โBut conversation with you is like bowling. Itโs a long, one-way lane. Three strikes in bowling is a turkey. And since you arenโt answering my questions, I used turkey as an analยญogy to describe your lack of . . .โ
โOkay!โ I say, holding up a hand to shut him up. โI get it. Yes. Thereโs a guy. Anything else you want to know before you start over-explaining metaphorical road kill again?โ
I can already sense his excitement that Iโm agreeing to participate in his conversation. Even if it is just to shut him up. โDoes he know you like him?โ he asks.
I shake my head.
โDoes he like you?โ
I shake my head again.
โIs he out of your league?โ
โNo,โ I say immediately. โThatโs so rude.โ
But even though his question was rude, it does give me pause. When I first saw Sagan at the antiques store, I had a quiet fear that he was out of my league. But when I found out he was dating Honor, it never even crossed my mind that she was out of his league. I hate that I might have thought she deserved him more than I did.
โWhy isnโt he your boyfriend?โ
I grip the steering wheel. Iโm a mile away from the gas staยญtion. One more stop sign and I can drop him off.
โDonโt hit the metaphorical turkey,โ he says. โWhy arenโt you dating this fellow you find intriguing?โ
Fellow? He seriously just referred to another guy as a felยญlow. And his turkey metaphor doesnโt even make sense. โYou use analogies wrong.โ
โDonโt avoid the question,โ he says. โWhy arenโt you and this guy dating?โ
I sigh. โHeโs my sisterโs boyfriend.โ
The words are barely out of my mouth before Luck starts laughing. โYour sister? Holy crap, Merit! What a terrible thing to do!โ I give him the side eye. Does he think I donโt realize how terrible it is to be attracted to my sisterโs boyfriend?
โDoes your sister know you like him?โ
โOf course not. And she never will.โ I motion toward his phone. โLet me see the picture of your sisterโs house. I might know where it is.โ Iโm more eager than ever to drop him off now.
Luck scrolls through the pictures on his phone. Right when I get to the stop sign, he hands me his phone.
Youโve got to be kidding me. Iโm being pranked, right? I immediately throw the car in park. I zoom in on the picture of Victoria standing in front of Dollar Voss. The picture looks a couple of years old because the white picket fence my dad put up last year isnโt in this picture.
โLooks like it might have been a church at some point,โ Luck says. โVictoria is your sister?โ
He perks up. โYou know her?โ
I hand him back his phone and grip the steering wheel. I press my forehead against it. Five seconds later, a car behind us honks. I look in my rearview mirror and the guy behind us holds up his hands in frustration. I put the car in drive. โYes, I know her.โ
โYou know where she lives?โ
โYep.โ
Luck faces forward again. โGood,โ he says. โThatโs good.โ He starts tapping his fingers on his leg again. โAnd youโre takยญing me to her house? Right now?โ He seems nervous again.
โIsnโt that where you want to go?โ
He nods, but even his nod seems unsure.
โDoes your sister know youโre coming?โ
He shrugs his shoulders as he stares out the passenger window. โThereโs not really a correct answer to that question.โ
โActually, there are two potential correct answers. Yes and no.โ
โShe may not be expecting me today. But she canโt abanยญdon me without expecting me to show back up at some point.โ
I had no idea Victoria had a brother. Iโm not so sure my father knows Victoria has a brother. And heโs so . . . different. Nothing like Victoria.
I turn onto our road and then pull in our driveway. I put the car in park. Luck is staring at the house, still tapping his leg and bouncing his knee, but not making an effort to get out of the car.
โWhy does she live in a church?โ He pronounces church without the r. Chuch. All of his annoying confidence is gone, replaced by an equally annoying amount of vulnerability. He swallows and then reaches to the floorboard to pick up his container of beef jerky. โThanks for the ride, Merit.โ He puts his hand on the door and glances back at me. โWe should be friends while Iโm in town. You want to exchange numbers?โ
I shake my head and open my door. โThat wonโt be necesยญsary.โ I pop the trunk and get out of the car.
โI can get my own stuff,โ he says. โYou donโt have to help.โ
I open the trunk. โIโm not. Iโm getting my dog food.โ I struggle to pull the bag out from beneath all of Luckโs belongยญings. Once I have a secure grip on it, I head for the front door.
โWhy are you taking your dog food to my sisterโs house?โ When I donโt stop to answer him, he starts following me. โMerit!โ He reaches me just as I stick a key in the front door. When it unlocks, I face him. Heโs still staring at the key in the door.
โYour sister is married to my father.โ
I wait for him to absorb that information. When he does, he takes a step back and tilts his head. โYou live here? With my sister?โ
I nod. โSheโs my stepmother.โ
He scratches his chin. โSo that makes me . . . your uncle?โ
โStep-uncle.โ I walk through the front door and toss the bag of dog food onto the floor. Luck stands in the doorway as he runs a hand through his hair and then grips the back of his neck. โI already pictured you naked,โ he mutters.
โNow would be a good time to stop doing that.โ
Jennifer Shiflett said:
I can’t wait for this book! Not sure if I’m commenting for the giveaway but regardless, I really want to read it!
Nicole said:
I love excerpt. I can’t wait to read more of this wonderful book by Colleen.
Myra Espino said:
???? looking forward to this book!!!! Eeekkk!!!
MJ Symmonds said:
It always feels like forever when waiting for a CoHo book. Awesome review.
vilmairis Post author said:
Thank you!