Perfect Parker Fadley isn’t so perfect anymore. She’s quit the cheerleading squad, she’s dumped her perfect boyfriend, and she’s failing school. Her parents are on a constant suicide watch and her counselors think she’s playing games…but what they don’t know, the real reason for this whole mess, isn’t something she can say out loud. It isn’t even something she can say to herself. A horrible thing has happened and it just might be her fault. If she can just remove herself from everybody--be totally alone--then everything will be okay...The problem is, nobody will let her. "Courtney Summers is a writer who pulls no punches and Parker Fadley is a character you won't forget. Together, they create a novel that will keep you on edge, turning pages long into the night."--K.L Going, author ofSaint Iggy "Told in beautifully rendered, spare, haunting prose...Courtney Summers has written a remarkable debut. I thought about this one long after I'd reached the end,"--Alyson Noël, author ofSaving Zoë "Summers expertly navigates the dangerous waters of high school, leading her readers on until she reveals the grim secret that led her troubled heroine to the brink of suicide. Fans of Lois Duncan and Chrisotpher Pike will appreciate this dark tale."--Martha O'Connor, author ofBitch Posse "Cracked Up To Be gives you Parker, her world, her friends, straight up, no chaser. You won't forget her."--Kathe Koja author ofKissing The BeeCourtney Summers lives and writes in Canada, where she divides most of her time between a camera, a piano and a word processing program. DIVDIV Chapter One Imagine four years. Four years, two suicides, one death, one rape, two pregnancies (one abortion), three overdoses, countless drunken antics, pantsings, spilled food, theft, fights, broken limbs, turf wars--every day, a turf war--six months until graduation and no one gets a medal when they get out. But everything you do here counts. High school. "No, seriously Jules, just feel around in there and tell me if you have one--" "Fuck off, Chris--" "And tell me where it is, theexactlocation." "You're disgusting!" "Hey, Parker!" He reaches out and grabs me by the shoulder. I shrug, shrug, shrug it off. "Fuck off, Chris." He's been on about the G-spot for like, a week. "Don't fail me now, Parker. Where is it?" "Cosmo, December '94. The Sex Issue. Came with a map and everything." "Hell yes! I knew I could count on you." He points at me, grinning, and then the grin falters and he says, "Wait. You bullshitting me?"