by Linda Green
4.3 of 5.0 stars
Thank you Linda Green for this book. I almost abandoned it early in because of what I thought was a supernatural (or similar) element. I am better for sticking with it and in turn being rewarded with a fully excellent psychological thriller.
The characters were crafted so well. I was rooting for Jess the whole way, and for her most-loyal best friend Sadie as well as her Dad. With every Facebook posting, I shed tears. Literally.
I say Green "crafted" this book because of the difficulty that must have gone in to creating characters that all had real feeling, but all from different viewpoints of the situation and further, these viewpoints, all coming for a reason. Then, to top it off, we are actually seeing in to a possible future and the characters are all now reflecting.
Besides the psychological suspense that builds throughout, the way that Lee's character was handled was impactful. The boyfriend, husband, son and possibly a father is an abuser, and probably diagnosable as Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and I applaud the way the relationship between he and his mother was handled. Frustrating to the reader, but also rooted in reality. Great job there and with all the characters. The genuine traits of the Dad and best friend worked so well against the building crazy of Lee and his Mom. (They both got off too easily, I thought at first, but then again, Lee's goal was never to be reached and that was satisfying.)
For fear of adding in actual spoilers, I will say only this: the element that I thought of as supernatural really had no bearing - to me - on the story in the end. It just didn't matter how the information was delivered to the reader, but it was necessary.
I look forward to reading more of Linda Green's work. Her skills shine here at weaving a story together, giving the readers enough detail to really make them think but not too much as to do the work for them.
Website http://www.linda-green.com/
Genre Romance, Literature & Fiction
I was born in North London in 1970 and brought up in Hertfordshire. I wrote my first novella, the Time Machine, aged eight, shortly after which I declared that my ambition was to have a novel published (I could have been easy on myself and just said ‘to write a novel’ but no, I had to consign myself to years of torture and rejections). Read more at goodreads.com