Read the book that Marie Lu, New York Times bestselling author of the LEGEND trilogy called, "A fascinating world of parallel universes, sexy doppelgangers, and breathtaking action. Such a fun and addictive read!"  A captivating tale of rebellion and romance that spans parallel worlds. Everything repeats. You. Your best friend. Every person you know. Many worlds, many lives—infinite possibilities. Welcome to the multiverse. Sixteen-year-old Sasha Lawson has only ever known one small, ordinary life. When she was young, she loved her grandfather's stories of parallel worlds, inhabited by girls who looked like her but led totally different lives. Sasha never believed such worlds were real—until now, when she finds herself thrust into one against her will. To prevent imminent war, Sasha must slip into the life of an alternate version of herself, a princess who has vanished on the eve of her arranged marriage. If Sasha succeeds in fooling everyone, she will be returned home; if she fails, she'll be trapped in another girl's life forever. As time runs out, Sasha finds herself torn between two worlds, two lives, and two young men vying for her love—one who knows her secret, and one who believes she's someone she's not.   "Clever and exhilarating—each page is a pleasure."—Ally Condie, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Matched ANNA JARZAB is the author of two previous novels, All Unquiet Things and The Opposite of Hallelujah . She lives in New York City and works in children’s book publishing. Visit her at annajarzab.com or follow @ajarzab on Twitter. One "What are you reading?" I glanced up from my book to see Grant Davis towering over me. I turned my head, trying to figure out who he was talking to, because it couldn't be me. Grant Davis hadn't spoken more than three words to me in the whole time we'd been in school together. But the room was empty except for him and me. I must've looked completely baffled; Grant laughed and flopped down into the chair beside mine. This is weird, I thought in passing, but I decided to go with it. How often does the most popular guy in school show up in your favorite bookshop and start talking to you? Grant Davis was, to put it bluntly, the finest human specimen that had ever come into existence. I'd had a crush on him since I was in the fourth grade and he was in fifth. It burned pretty hot for a while there in late middle school, but over the years it had been reduced to a few smoldering coals. My heart gave a small, involuntary flutter as I took him in out of the corner of my eye. Grant was just my type--tall and broad-shouldered, with eyes the color of new spring grass, strong, perfect features, and thick blond hair that always looked slightly rumpled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed. But he wasn't just handsome; I knew a lot of cute guys I'd never in a million years want to talk to. Grant was also good-natured and charming, beloved by students, teachers, and administrators alike. He always seemed so laid-back and carefree. Even now, he sprawled in his seat, looking relaxed and comfortable, while I sat there tense and nervous, clutching a worn paperback edition of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night like it was the only thing in the world I owned. "What are you looking for, Sasha?" he asked, with an amused glint in his eye. "Whoever it is you're talking to," I told him, raising my eyebrows. "I'm talking to you." He flung his arms outward, gesturing around the room. We were in the reading lounge of 57th Street Books, tucked away deep in the store's underground, labyrinthine stacks. It was my favorite bookshop in Hyde Park, a quaint old university neighborhood on the South Side of Chicago where I lived with my grandfather. I almost never ran into anyone I knew at the shop, and seeing Grant among the bookshelves was kind of like spotting a polar bear sunning itself on a Malibu beach. "Do you notice anyone else around? I think we might be the only two people here." "That's what I like about this place," I said. "It's usually so quiet." "Is that a hint?" Grant asked, his tone still playful. "Maybe." I tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile. "What are you doing here?" The fact that he had no books in his possession hadn't escaped my attention. "Hey." He affected a hurt tone. "I love to read. Books are my life." I shot him a dubious look. "The last time we took an English class together, you tried to turn in a book report on The Matrix." "Fair enough," he replied, grinning. "In my defense, I had it on pretty good authority that The Matrix was based on a book." "And whose authority would that be?" "Johnny Hogan's," he admitted reluctantly. I covered my eyes in embarrassment for him. "Johnny Hogan!" I cried. "Well, then you deserve whatever you got. I don't think Johnny's read a book since Hop on Pop." His smile faltered a bit, and I realized that he didn't have any idea what I was talking about. "The Dr. Seuss book? Hop on Pop?" "I know what Hop on Pop is." Grant