I am the Cartwright girl, dumped once upon a time with a strangled college student and a stack of human bones out past Highway 10, in an abandoned patch of field near the Jenkins property.
I am the star of screaming tabloid headlines and campfire ghost stories.
I am one of the four Black-Eyed Susans. The lucky one.
This book jumps between multiple points of time, from just after Tessa was found, to the current day, two decades later where she is a mom with a daughter almost the age that she was when she went missing. This allows the story to gradually unfold, and leave you on several cliffhangers while it jumps to a different time.
It had me thoroughly hooked from the beginning, wanting to learn what happened to this woman who lives in constant fear. I had my suspicions but they all proved to be incorrect. I do love a good twist that I don’t see coming.
Imagination, of course, can open any door— turn the key and let terror walk right in.
I have read this author before, but hadn’t recognized her name, nor did I remember much of the story I read previously, which should tell you a lot about how much I enjoyed that book. However, I found the writing quite enjoyable in this one, and feel that my previous ambivalence was more that the subject matter of the book didn’t interest me than anything else.
I did dock it a star because while the pacing was generally good, I felt that part of it was because Tessie didn’t WANT to really know what happened, which annoyed me to no end and dragged the book out.
3.5 stars rounded up.