Name: Photobomb: A Psychological Thriller (Paperback)
Brand: Cassie Alexander
SKU: photobomb-ppb
Price: 25.00 USD
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Photobomb: A Psychological Thriller (Paperback)

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Photobomb is a razor-sharp psychological YA thriller for fans of Gone Girl, The Secret History, and Hannibal—a haunting confessional wrapped in obsession, aesthetic violence, and the desperate hunger to be seen.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "I went into this expecting a dark but emotional read and instead got a full-blown psychological gut punch. Photobomb pulls no punches and neither does Lara. At first, I was rooting for her. I really was, but as her journal went deeper and darker, that sympathy turned into full-blown rage. And imo, that’s the sign of a great book. It made me feel something."
-Amazon Reviewer

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "If you like your thrillers polite and neatly wrapped with a bow, Photobomb will eat you alive. But if you, like me, live for beautifully written chaos, psychological deep-dives, and the electric thrill of not knowing what fresh hell awaits on the next page—this book will absolutely own you."
-Goodreads Reviewer

I didn’t plan to get famous.
I just wanted to win the Halleigh Grant.

My sister Mia was always the perfect one—the dancer, the star, the girl everyone adored.
When she died, I thought maybe I’d finally get to be seen.

So I started taking pictures.
And now?
Everyone’s looking.

At the portfolio.
At the boy she left behind.
At what I did.

I told myself it was art.
But maybe it’s a confession.

FYI: THIS IS NOW A BOOK. SOME NAMES WERE CHANGED. So don’t try to Google shit!

December 12th

Hellllllllllllllllllo Journal!

Mrs. Travis says I should keep you. She says if I write things down, I might get back to my artistic core. I’m not so sure, but I am desperate—it’s only a few months till the Halleigh deadline. So here goes:

My name is Lara. And the first thing everyone wants to tell me is that it’s not my fault.

I keep telling them I already know that.

They just don’t believe me.