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Everyone Wants to Know


About The Book

A ripped-from-the-tabloids, “achingly wrought” (BookPage, starred review) young adult drama by critically acclaimed author Kelly Loy Gilbert about a girl’s famous-for-being-famous family fracturing from within as their dirty laundry gets exposed.

The Lo family sticks together. That’s what Honor has been told her whole life while growing up in the glare of the public eye on Lo and Behold, the reality show about her, her four siblings, and their parents.

Their show may be off the air, but the Lo family members still live in the spotlight as influencers churning out podcasts, bestselling books, and brand partnerships. So when Honor’s father announces that he’s moving out of their northern California home to rent an apartment in Brooklyn, Honor’s personal upset becomes the internet’s trending B-list celebrity trainwreck—threatening the aspirational image the Los’ brand (and livelihood) depends on.

After one of her best friends leaks their private conversation to a gossip site, bruised and betrayed Honor pours all her energy into reuniting her family. With her parents 3,000 miles apart, her siblings torn into factions, and all of them under claustrophobic public scrutiny, this is easier said than done. Just when Honor feels at her lowest, a guarded yet vulnerable boy named Caden comes into her life and makes her want something beyond the tight Lo inner circle for the first time. But is it fair to open her heart to someone new when the people she loves are teetering on the edge of ruin?

As increasingly terrible secrets come to light about the people Honor thought she knew best in the world, she’s forced to choose between loyalty to her family and fighting for the life she wants.


Our sister Skye, the person I’m closest to in all the world besides my twin brother, Atticus, graduates from high school at the end of Atticus’s and my sophomore year, and the whole Lo family shows up for the occasion, of course. We Los are all about family first.

There are nine of us, counting Jamison’s husband, Andrew, and their baby daughter, Sonnet. It’s the first time the whole family has all descended on Rearden in years, and I’m hyperconscious of us in a way I’m usually not at school. For the most part, we’re old news here, but today for graduation it’s a parade of everybody’s cousins and aunts and uncles and family friends, random people who are going to spend the whole ceremony trying to pretend they aren’t taking pictures of us or debating whether or not to come say hi—someone’s aunt already stopped our mom on the walk up to the field—and I don’t want it to look like we’re full of ourselves. My friends always tell me I’m just normal, which, isn’t that all anybody wants?

I am dreading Skye leaving. Being the youngest has always felt to me like a procession of absences, all of them tumbling over one another to reach you: little parts of your heart parceled out to San Diego with Jamison or San Francisco/God knows where else with Wrangell.

But today we’re all here, so I’m happy. The graduation is on the field, overlooking the bluffs, and it’s gorgeous today, perfect June weather—the sky pale blue, the coastal pines and cypresses the kind of vibrant green that makes me wonder how people live anywhere but coastal California. At heart I am perpetually a ten-year-old still scheming about who’s going to sit next to whom, and I sit next to Jamison so I can hold Sonnet for as much of the ceremony as she’ll let me. Sonnet is almost a year and a half. Jamie’s dressed her in the most perfect tiny jumpsuit in blue and yellow, Rearden’s school colors, and I spend the whole first part of the ceremony hunting for pieces of grass or clover, or things in my purse Sonnet might be interested in, little things she can pluck from my palm to inspect, Jamison watching us like a hawk to make sure I don’t let Sonnet put anything in her mouth. Atticus, who is universally beloved in a way that both gratifies and rankles me, sits next to our dad, on the end because he’s surrounded by classmates who also want to sit by him. Wrangell sits on my other side, badgering me with questions about my life at school. Half the time Wrangell ghosts you, but when he’s there and in a good mood, there’s not a more magnetic person in the world. He’s solo today, which is unusual, because his MO is to show up to important family events with a girl who seems wildly into him, whom we then never see or hear about again. He’s carrying an almost comically huge bouquet of ruffled, peach-colored roses for Skye that’s probably not sustainable, but that’s the kind of thing only Skye and Jamison and our mom would get crap for. There’s always been a double standard. Ava and Lauren, our mom’s assistant and publicist, are both here too, sitting on the other end of the row next to our mom.

After graduation is over, we’re going to lunch, because my parents have an announcement. Our dad is huge on ceremony, and my guess is that it’s about where we’re going to go in September for our birthday. Our most sacred family tradition, the thing that weaves us together as a family and the thing I treasure most in life, is that every year on my and Atticus’s birthday the whole family goes on a trip together. Even after Jamison and Wrangell moved out, they still made sure to never miss it. Our birthday trips are some of my best memories: swimming in the Aegean right after Atticus and I learned how, Jamison telling us she was pregnant at high tea in Hong Kong. Barcelona knitting us even closer after everything fell apart on our book tour. This year I’m hoping for a big city, somewhere we haven’t yet been. Tangier, maybe, or Cairo.

As the processional music starts, our dad and Atticus are talking, and I murmur, “Shh.” The last thing we need is someone’s angry video showing up online. The Los were dicks during my niece’s graduation!

“I’m just saying,” Atticus says, lowering his voice by probably a single decibel, “I think studying or trying to get good grades, for me, would be unethical.”

“Unethical,” our dad says, amused. “That’s a new one.”

“I think it would be an inaccurate representation of who I am.”

“You could make it an accurate representation of who you are,” our dad says. “Imagine that, huh?”

This is where, normally, our mom would jump in to tell Atticus to think more carefully about his future, to remind him that the typical pro volleyball player makes (she looked this up) a median salary of less than $50,000 a year. Atticus has always been hell-bent on becoming a pro volleyball player. Our father likes prestige: Ivy League schools, TED Talks. He’s always wanted Atticus to parlay his volleyball into a scholarship somewhere like Dartmouth or UPenn. Our mother is eminently practical and wants Atticus to do what she thinks would be most stable financially, which is to work on branding and influencing partnerships instead, like our three older siblings.

Our mom seems distracted, though, and has the whole time we’ve been here—tight lipped and short tempered, keeping to herself. She doesn’t jump in to remind him about volleyball salaries.

“You don’t expect me to believe you studied in school,” Atticus says, grinning. “You’re a Bible college dropout, so—”

Our dad socks him lightly on the thigh. “I had an Asian dad, so yes, I studied. You guys don’t know how good you have it. Anyway, Atticus, you’re always reading. Why don’t you read what you have to read for school?”

“Atticus only likes books that make him look pretentious,” I whisper, which is true: philosophy, psychology. On the way here he made me listen to excerpts from an audiobook about how everything we know about the history of humankind is wrong, from a particularly excruciating chapter about grain farming.

Atticus laughs. “Touché. I get it from Dad.”

“You’re grounded,” our dad says immediately. “Starting now. All summer. Give you some adversity to write about on your college essay.”

They both laugh, which makes them look like twins. Most of us don’t look very much alike, but Atticus is a carbon copy of our dad. They have an incredibly similar face—people always comment on it—and they work out together all the time, and from behind you could mistake them for each other. And beyond that, their minds work the same way. One of the soundtracks of my life is the clink and murmur of them up late in Atticus’s room next door, lifting weights and talking about whether our generation will be more Marxist than our dad’s or whether free-solo mountain climbing is morally acceptable or how to endure in the face of the climate crisis. I am always up for a good discussion, but after a while I want to talk about other things, preferably people. The two of them, though, can keep going forever. I often think that if they’d met in another context, not father and son, they would’ve immediately become friends.

They finally quiet as the seniors begin walking across the stage to collect their diplomas, Atticus whistling for basically everyone. Skye asked me to get some pictures and videos she can post later, and I have her camera ready on my lap, my phone ready in my hand. We all explode in cheers and screams when it’s her turn to walk across the stage. At school, like everywhere, Skye is beloved. Wrangell said once that there’s probably not a more likable person you can put on your screen multiple times a day, though people will find reasons to hate anybody. She laughs, waving at us. I take a long video and then quickly switch the camera, zooming in and trying to get a good shot. She told me it doesn’t matter how they come out, that she has shoots planned for any actually important pictures, but I don’t want to mess it up.

After the ceremony is over, Skye takes approximately seven million pictures with basically everyone in her class, while Jamison looks around and says things like, “I am so glad I’m not in high school anymore,” and Andrew says, “Wow, yeah, really,” and Wrangell laughs and says he’d do it all again. Jamison lets me take Sonnet to show off to my friends, and everyone crowds around us in a circle and coos over her until she gets shy and buries her face in my shoulder, nuzzling against me—best moment of my year—and Jamison materializes to take her back. Our mom stays in her seat, talking quietly to Ava and Lauren and typing into her phone, until Skye’s finally done taking pictures and we all pile into the waiting cars to go to lunch.

I ride with Jamison and Andrew and Sonnet and Skye, me and Skye pleasantly squished in the back around Sonnet’s car seat.

“So are you stoked for Texas, Skye?” Andrew says. “You’re going to have to get really into football.”

Skye laughs. “I’m nervous!” she says. “I mean, it seemed like the smart move, right?” She signed a lucrative deal with Baylor to go there; she’ll post about going, doing all the normal college things. She’s had some impressive collaborations, but it’s the single biggest deal she’s signed so far—basketball star money. (Leagues above pro volleyball money.) “But then every now and then I remember I’m… moving to Texas? And I’m not sure what I’m even doing?”

“No, it was smart,” Jamison agrees. “It’s a really good opportunity. I think you made the right choice.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve had to actually meet new people. I bet I’m socially deficient.”

We’ve been at Rearden since sixth grade for Skye, fourth grade for me and Atticus. “Yeah, but people always love you,” I say. “They’ll love you there, too. Maybe there will be a bunch of hot guys.”

“At least one!” Skye says, laughing. “I don’t need a bunch! Just one is plenty!”

“Just not too hot,” I tease, letting Sonnet play with the zipper on my purse. “Right, Sonnet? We don’t want Skye to fall in love with Texas. We Los have California in our blood.”

You’re Not Famous: A Snark Site

calendulateam, 11:46:13 am PST: Uhhhhh I’m a florist and are those Juliet roses in Skye’s bouquet? Because if so she’s carrying literally thousands?? of dollars??? worth of flowers in her arms???? For a high school graduation????????? She seriously could not disgust me more.

gatsby11, 11:47:12 am PST: truly so incredibly on brand for the Los to act like Skye’s high school graduation is soooo special and unique and interesting and needs to be broadcast to the world

Luca isn’t the kind of place where anyone from the restaurant would fawn over us, which is how I know our father didn’t pick it, and something about the energy feels off as soon as we sit down. I try to push my trepidation aside. We all make toasts to Skye. Sonnet tries a sip of sparkling water and makes a face of pure, unmitigated betrayal. Andrew gets it on video and we rewatch it probably a dozen times, and I laugh so hard my stomach hurts.

Our parents don’t, though; they seem disconnected. We order a few plates of calamari, and prosciutto and melon, and the shaved zucchini salad, which comes with a sprinkle of herbs and spirals of lemon zest and bright shocks of flowers and looks like art. I take a picture of the plate. Wrangell tells a story about some cocky guy at his gym who tried to swim to Alcatraz on a dare.

“So then they have to send the literal coast guard to pick his ass up, and he tries to convince everyone it’s because he saw this pod of sharks, and then he’s telling the story and this other girl at the gym goes, Actually, I’m a marine biologist and you are full of shit.”

Jamison covers Sonnet’s ears at the last word, but we’re all laughing, except our parents. Our mom asks the waiter for a glass of wine and then, when it comes, drinks the whole thing in one long gulp. Atticus and I exchange a look. We all get Asian glow when we drink—none of us got those genes from our white relatives—and our mother avoids it whenever possible. Wrangell tells another story about a friend adopting an incontinent pit bull.

“So what’s the big announcement?” I say. “Is this about where we’re going this year?”

Our dad clears his throat, then he looks to our mom. She makes a short, barking laugh.

“No, this is all you,” she says. “You’re the one who wanted this. Don’t look to me for help.”

He works his jaw. “All right,” he says finally. “Okay, everyone, we have some news we wanted to share with you. Ah, first of all, let me just say that we love you all very much, and—”

“Oh my God,” Jamison says, sitting up straighter, “are you getting a divorce?”

I expect him to laugh. They have always been almost irritatingly devoted to each other. What an absurd idea! No way in hell. But then our mother starts crying, and our dad sucks in a long breath, and Wrangell snaps, “Oh, you are fucking kidding me,” and then balls up his napkin and shoves his chair back from the table and I can’t breathe.

“First of all, no one’s getting a divorce,” our dad says. “We’re very much still married. But in the last few years—it’s been a period of real growth and introspection for us, for both of us, for all of us, really, because I know you’ve all been doing your own growth and your own work too. And there comes a point when you need to step back and reevaluate, and—”

“Reevaluate what?” Atticus says.

“All of it. Everything. All the levers on all the systems. This has been a long time coming,” our dad says as our mother stares, stone faced, in the direction of the kitchen. “We’re very proud of everything we’ve built, which is this family, obviously, and also the podcast, and the conferences, and the albums, and Lo and Behold and everything we’ve done—but how do you find who you are under capitalism? Are we just a means of producing? We need the space to get back in touch with ourselves. We need to—”

“Oh my God,” Wrangell says. “You’re blaming this on capitalism? You own fucking NFTs.”

“Okay, so like—what’s happening, then?” Atticus says. “You’re taking time apart, or what? Who’s living where?”

“Oh yes!” our mom says, whirling around to face our father with a terrifying, vicious smile. “Tell them who’s living where. Where are you living, Nathan?”

Our dad blinks at his water a long time, then drinks a sip. “Well,” he says, “I’ve temporarily rented a place in Brooklyn.”

Jamison laughs aloud, reaching up to rub her forehead with her fingertips. “Great. Okay.”

“So your father will be moving out,” our mother says, turning to face me and Atticus. “You’re still in school, but your father—”

“But Brooklyn is awesome,” our dad says. “You’ll come visit, obviously, and—”

“Just awesome,” our mom says, her voice like ice. “Just really so, so, so awesome.”

Skye reaches out and grabs my hand. I can’t feel my face. Around me there’s commotion and noise, and none of it pierces me. I am floating in some different world. My whole body is stiff. I make myself pick up my other hand, reach for Atticus. I need to feel him solid and real against me. He lets me take his hand, and I can tell from his expression he isn’t going to say anything else tonight; whatever he thinks, he will keep it to himself; he will be steady and good-natured and calm. There’s a reason everyone likes him.

“I want to be abundantly clear that this is not in any way a reflection on our love for the five of you,” our dad says. “We are still a family. Everything is the same. We just need to all hold space for this period in our lives where we’re figuring out how things need to look going forward. Sometimes to strengthen something, you have to pull it apart, and that’s what we need to do right now in our relationship.”

“Have you even tried counseling?” Skye says. “Have you even—I mean, moving to Brooklyn is so drastic, and––maybe counseling would—”

“The world belongs to the drastic,” our dad says. “Change is hard. Change is uncomfortable. But without change there’s no growth. And it’ll be a challenge for all of us, yes, but you know what, I believe in us. I believe in the ways we can rise to the occasion. We think this is the best path forward.”

Our mother sets her water down harder than necessary. “No, don’t you dare put this on me. There’s no ‘we’ here. Your father is leaving me,” she says loudly, to no one in particular. “He’s decided he isn’t happy.”

Skye is crying. Wrangell stands up.

“This is fucked,” he says. “This was a fucking ambush. And this is Skye’s fucking graduation lunch, and this is how you want her to remember it? She’s a kid. You two are toxic people, and you know what, frankly, do whatever you’re going to do. Who cares. You’ve already ruined our lives.”

People magazine


STINSON BEACH, CALIF.—Nathan and Melissa Lo, popular influencers and former reality stars of TLC’s Lo and Behold, have announced a temporary separation. The couple say they are taking time to work to be the best versions of themselves.

Nathan Lo is the executive producer and host of the podcast Rise. Melissa Lo is the author of Own Your Life, which has sold over 1.5 million copies. Lo and Behold, which chronicled the couple’s exploits as musicians and parents to five, ran for four seasons.

The couple’s upcoming conference, Rise Together, has been postponed.

Fans are reeling at the news.

“It really makes you wonder what’s been happening behind the scenes,” says Karen Liccardi, 44, of McKinney, Texas. “I consider myself pretty up on the Los, but I had zero idea they were even struggling.”

Liccardi, who has given copies of Own Your Life to family and friends as gifts and moderates a Facebook group for fans of the Lo family, says she and five friends purchased Rise Together tickets in March.

“This is devastating news, honestly,” Liccardi says. “I just hope there’s no one else in the picture. Assuming they really are trying to work things out, if anyone can do it, it’s them.”

Reps for the couple released a statement, saying, “We are so grateful for the ways our community has supported and uplifted us in this time. We remain committed to each other and to the family we’ve built together.”

The couple share five children: Jamison Lo, 26, the face of popular momfluencer account @SonnetAndMe; style influencer Wrangell Lo, 25, who has released several lines of menswear; YouTuber Skye Lo, 18, brand ambassador for Glossier and, recently, Baylor University; Atticus Lo, 16, who is a nationally ranked volleyball player; and Honor Lo, who is also 16 and Atticus’s twin.

About The Author

Kelly Loy Gilbert believes deeply in the power of stories to illuminate a shared humanity and give voice to complex, broken people. She is the author of Conviction, a William C. Morris Award finalist, Picture Us in the LightWhen We Were Infinite, and Everyone Wants to Know, and lives in the Bay Area. She would be thrilled to hear from you on X (previously known as Twitter) @KellyLoyGilbert or at

Product Details

  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers (June 18, 2024)
  • Length: 400 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781665901376
  • Grades: 7 and up
  • Ages: 12 - 99

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Raves and Reviews

Seventeen-year-old Honor Lo and her tightknit family are reality show celebrities, but life in the spotlight has taken its toll. Their show, “Lo and Behold,” is no longer on the air, so Honor’s parents and older siblings make their money from endorsements, brand sponsorships and book deals. To maintain that cash flow, they must present an image of togetherness and likability, which becomes nearly impossible after Honor’s parents announce their separation. The family becomes the subject of criticism in online forums and gossip magazines, and Honor even cuts off ties with her two best friends because she thinks one of them sold her out to People magazine.

Honor doesn’t want anything to do with a public persona; the pressure of fame has even led to panic attacks. She’d rather make art—miniature clay food—and spend time with her family, even as divided as it is. She meets a boy at school, Caden, who is experiencing his own family dysfunction, but his personal struggles leave her feeling insecure. And just when things are at their worst, the family receives devastating news that alters their whole trajectory.

Kelly Loy Gilbert’s fourth novel is an incredible exploration of celebrity obsession, consumerism and the way even “wholesome” reality TV can exploit children, all told through the story of a loving family that has lost its way. Honor’s mother pushes her kids to maintain their brand and “control [their] narrative,” while her dad constantly speaks like he’s giving a TED Talk. Though some people may deem the Los’ pursuit of fame exploitative, Honor’s parents view their success as an embodiment of the American dream, particularly since Honor’s Chinese ancestors worked tirelessly so their descendants could thrive.

The members of the Lo family feel like real people whom Gilbert has simply observed and described, even as she goes deeper and questions their culpability. For example, how much privacy are they entitled to if they put their entire lives online? Complete with realistic dialogue and achingly wrought emotion, Everyone Wants to Know is a thought-provoking novel about empathy, individuality and toxicity that reminds readers of social media’s power to distort reality, and that behind the accounts are real people whose real stories you know nothing about.

– BookPage, STARRED REVIEW, 6/1/23

* For Honor Lo, family is all there is. The youngest of five siblings, she and her twin brother, Atticus, have spent most of their lives as public figures, first on TV as the subjects of their parents' hit reality series Lo and Behold and now as tabloid fodder. While their parents maintain momentum in careers where they're famous for being famous (think Chip and Joanna Gaines), and their elder siblings rake in the residuals as Instagram influencers, Honor and Atticus are finishing high school. Honor alone tries to protect her privacy and cherishes the time her family can be alone together, so when her parents shock social media by splitting up, her world is upended. When someone she thought she could trust leaks her personal thoughts to a news outlet, Honor tries to retreat into her family, but the secrets there are only just beginning to come to light. Gilbert (When We Were Infinite, 2021) has crafted a peculiarly affecting story: Honor, fierce in her love for her family, often can't see how her parents' narcissism has impacted her, and her first-person narration can be frustrating, though no less devastating as she struggles to connect with peers, a potential romantic interest, and herself. It's a delicate line that Gilbert walks with her characters here, and the book itself is the twist of a knife—but an exquisite one.

– Booklist, STARRED Review, 6/1/23

Via a white and Chinese American teen’s poetic narration, Gilbert (When We Were Infinite) delivers a binge-worthy drama starring a flawed, richly characterized family of TV personalities. Having grown up appearing on reality show Lo and Behold, 16-year-old Honor Lo, her twin brother Atticus, and their three older siblings learned to be wary of outsiders to protect the family brand and project an idealized version of their lives. Things upend when Honor’s parents separate. Her father moves to Brooklyn, while she, Atticus, and their mother move to a new Bay Area town, where her mom starts pressuring the twins to engage in brand campaigns like their influencer siblings. Distrustful of new classmates after a former friend betrays Honor to a gossip mag, and unsure if she wants to follow her siblings’ path, Honor throws herself into planning a reunifying family vacation. But as she grows closer to an enigmatic crush and bombshell revelations deepen family fractures, Honor must reevaluate her commitment to preserving her perceived reality. A fast-moving opening propels readers headfirst into the family’s spectacle-like drama, while sensitively handled themes surrounding “mixed-race trauma,” online privacy, and the consequences of cultivated personae round out the intensely emotional plot. Ages 12–up. Agent: Adriann Ranta Zurhellen, Folio Literary Management. (June)

– Publishers Weekly, *STARRED REVIEW*, 4/17/2023

When your entire life is a public commodity, how do you figure out what’s real?

Influencers Nathan and Melissa Lo raised their family—16-year-old twins Honor and Atticus; high school senior Skye, and oldest siblings Wrangell and Jamison, now in their mid-20s—in the spotlight. There was their reality show, Lo and Behold, not to mention a podcast, a book, and more. They have a carefully crafted image: “wholesome and really cute, somehow both relatable and aspirational” and also “Asianish” (both Lo parents are biracial, Chinese and White). Married Jamison has a toddler and a profitable social media career. Menswear designer Wrangell distances himself from the family media circus. Skye leveraged her YouTube popularity to become a brand ambassador for Baylor University. Volleyball star Atticus stays centered and ignores the trolls. But Honor struggles with severe anxiety and obsessively reads comments about her family on celebrity gossip sites. After Nathan announces he’s leaving Northern California for Brooklyn, the Los’ world is rocked. When Honor’s confidences to two lifelong best friends are leaked to People magazine, she’s devastated. Melissa and the twins move, and Honor meets a boy who also hides behind walls; when another crisis strikes, she faces deep-seated fears of trusting again and navigates conflicts between being a good Lo and her own well-being. The superlative characterization and insights into complex, messy family dynamics make this a deeply humane story that readers will ponder and reflect upon.

An emotional roller coaster grounded by achingly authentic characters. (Fiction. 13-18)

– Kirkus Reviews, 4/15/23

*The latest from Gilbert thoughtfully explores how perfection is only surface deep. Readers won’t be able to put down this absorbing novel.

– School Library Journal, STARRED REVIEW, 09/22/2023

*Gilbert's novel is illuminating, nuanced, and salacious as it astutely explores the complexities of being mixed-race and in the public eye...Everyone Wants to Know revels in its dramatic plot and shrewd examination of toxic, codependent families.

– Shelf Awareness *STARRED REVIEW*, 7/14/23

*Complete with realistic dialogue and achingly wrought emotion, Everyone Wants to Know is a thought-provoking novel about empathy, individuality and toxicity that reminds readers of social media’s power to distort reality, and that behind the accounts are real people whose real stories you know nothing about.

– BookPage *STARRED REDVIEW*, 6/1/23

*The book itself is the twist of a knife—but an exquisite one.

– Booklist *STARRED REVIEW*, 6/1/23

*A fast-moving opening propels readers headfirst into the family’s spectacle-like drama, while sensitively handled themes surrounding “mixed-race trauma,” online privacy, and the consequences of cultivated personae round out the intensely emotional plot.

– Publishers Weekly *STARRED REVIEW*, 4/17/23

An emotional roller coaster grounded by achingly authentic characters

– Kirkus, 4/15/23

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