Author: Freida McFadden
My husband is dead.
I attended his funeral. I watched his casket be lowered six feet into the ground. (Actually, it may have been only five feet, but that still seems like more than enough.) And then we ate an array of finger sandwiches and deviled eggs and miniature beef wellingtons that cost more than my first car.
My point is, Grant is gone. And so are all his many, many deep, dark secrets which I never really ever bothered to ask him about. He is never coming back.
So why do I still see his face everywhere I go?
This is a unique and engaging read, unlike the usual thrillers from the author.
Instead, it's a satirical novella, and if approached with that mindset, it achieves its goal perfectly: I found myself frequently amused and laughing throughout the book. It's a refreshing and fast-paced story that kept me thoroughly entertained. While I generally preter the usual thrillers, this one was a great way to clear my head after the previous book I read, and now I'm ready to dive into something new.
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