I am so late to the game with this one…… I have had this book on my TBR for over a year and I finally decided to pick it up… So mad at myself for waiting so long!!! So this book was weird. I was angry and nauseous about 90% of the time. This book follows a small writer named Lowen. She is down on her luck when she is asked to finished a popular book series for an author named Verity. The husband asked Lowen to come stay at their house while she tries to get into Verity’s headspace. This house is heavy with grief with the recent loss of their twin girls. Now what I didn’t expect was Verity to be living in that house too. She was in a car wreck that left her unable to move or communicate (except for small things here and there). While staying there Lowen finds a manuscript that was a written autobiography of Verity’s life. Which starts making Lowen feel a pull for Jeremy and a strong hatred for Verity. The longer Lowen spends in their house the more she realizes things aren’t what they seem and the stronger her feelings grow for a married man.
This was an amazing plot. I just wish it wasn’t so rushed and crammed into a smaller sized book. I feel like moments that should have been major shouldn’t have been so quickly written. I was craving for certain moments to go deeper and I really wanted to know more about Lowen. Because I feel like she was misunderstood. Because after reading the book her insanity was eerie as well. I don’t know if it was just me that sensed her picking up some of Verity’s mannerisms but I was uncomfortable LOL. Also the end is one huge twist. The ending was too much. Like stuff that doesn’t make sense. Conclusion were made that felt me as the reader going back wondering if a missed a step but nope that was the speed!! I love this book and I just wanted more!
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