My name is Amber Reynolds. There are three things you should know about me:
1. I’m in a coma.
2. My husband doesn’t love me anymore.
3. Sometimes I lie.
Amber wakes up in a hospital. She can’t move. She can’t speak. She can’t open her eyes. She can hear everyone around her, but they have no idea. Amber doesn’t remember what happened, but she has a suspicion her husband had something to do with it. Alternating between her paralyzed present, the week before her accident, and a series of childhood diaries from twenty years ago, this brilliant psychological thriller asks: Is something really a lie if you believe it’s the truth? (From Goodreads)
Thank you to Flatiron Books #Partner for the free copy of this book, in exchange of an honest review. All opinions are my own.
I rate this book a 4.5 out of 5 Stars
This book was wild. I am still having a hard time wrapping my head around all the twists. When I thought I was getting an answer, I actually got a total mind f#@%&. I had to text my friend and ask her what was going on, because I was totally flabbergasted. Then as I finished up the book, I kept thinking of previous things I had read, and had to further clarify it. I know that’s going to sound confusing as hell, but that’s what I was. Confused. And I think I still am. However it’s in the best way possible. This book was so creative and strange, it’s genius. And this review is a hot mess. One of the hardest for me to review, because my brain is just a jumbled mess.
I really liked Alice Feeney’s writing style. So many moments, just creeped me out. It has a very weird, eerie vibe to it. I loved trying to figure out the mystery of this book, why Amber was in a coma, why did she suspect her husband, and what on earth happened in her childhood. Oh yeah, and when you get to end, and you think it’s over, GUT PUNCH!
What an insane thrill ride, it left me reeling, and I am still trying to absorb it all.
“Everyone you meet is inevitably flawed… I don’t avoid broken people because I think I’m better than them. I just don’t like looking at my own reflection.”