![]() ![]() ![]() To be quite honest, I don’t even know how to explain this mess. None of the things that were happening to Mallory got to me, nothing touched me at all. There are some authors who can create an eerie atmosphere with seeming ease, but Megan Miranda is not one of them. When she’s alone, something is always there, a shadow of some sort that keeps her awake and trembling at night. When she’s with other people, she must deal with the looks and whispers. Ever since the funeral, which she didn’t attend, Brian’s mother keeps stalking her and her own parents lock their bedroom at night. The court ruled it as self-defense, but Mallory doesn’t really remember much of it, and no one else was there to tell her exactly what happened. When her boyfriend Brian broke into her house drunk, she stabbed him and left him to die. ![]() ![]() None of which turned out to be the actual way that I killed him. And I listened to him list all the ways in which I was slowly killing him. So I let him whisper in my ear and put his hands on my hips. But a thriller should be thrilling, right? Yeah, Hysteria… not so much. When I requested this book, I was pretty sure I would be getting a psychological thriller of some sort, possibly with paranormal elements. For the second time (the first being Fracture, of course), Megan Miranda had a fantastic idea and just didn’t follow through. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such an interesting premise so thoroughly destroyed. ![]()
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