Who can you trust if you can’t trust yourself?
This book had me turning the pages, completely enthralled. It is a slow burn of a thriller, but there is still this tension there in the background. The reader is not completely sure if Cass is slowly losing her mind of if someone is messing with her, and it was intriguing to see how B.A. Paris wove this story together to achieve this.
After going home one night down a dark rural road in the middle of a downpour, Cass passes a car that is stalled in the lane. She pauses, about to go see if the woman needs help, but instead continues on. The next morning, she learns a woman has been killed on that road—the one she passed. After that, she begins to forget little things and get silent phone calls, but the one thing she can’t forget is the woman who was killed and who ended up being someone she knew. The reader is taken along as Cass slowly feels like she is losing her mind, constantly questioning herself. Cass is the perfect unreliable narrator; you are never sure if you can fully trust her because of her faulty memory, and you are constantly left wondering. While I ended up guessing who was behind everything, I enjoyed the ride to the finish.
I throughly enjoyed this book and read it in a couple of days. This book strongly reminded me of the 1944 movie, Gaslight, with Ingrid Bergman and Joseph Cotton. It has many parallels, and if you are acquainted with the movie, you might not be surprised by how this book turns out.
My Rating 4.5/5 stars
*I received an arc copy via a Goodreads giveaway from St. Martin’s Press. Thank you!