A woman wakes up with a hangover and a baby. She doesn't know where the baby came from – it's definitely not hers, and she doesn't remember taking it. Her drinking problem doesn't help much, because our heroine is too used to not remembering things.
First of all, it was a fun book. It is fast-paced, it's ok-written, the characters are interesting to follow. We have unrelatable narrator, we have a secret, we have the picture-perfect husband (who obviously has secrets in his own). It's a default thriller as I like to call them. It's intriguing, it's easy to read, it's quickly digestible, it's predictable to a point, but it's still – and it's the most important thing! – fun.
Yes, I could predict almost all the twists. Yes, it is clear from the start who the villain is. Yes, the writing is simple. Yes, it's unrealistic.
But it was fun! I liked it ❤️
3,5 stars
It's deeply disturbing and even disgusting at times, but I just couldn't stop reading and devoured it in one sitting. Although the ending of every story felt a little disappointing, the stories themselves were definitely fun to read. Morbid fun
3,5 stars, 3 for the family secrets, anger and bickering and a half for a light gothic fleur, which was kind of strange in a modern day thriller
A truly different read.
I was hooked by the cover and the description and immediately wished to get the book, which didn't disappoint. The story starts as written in the description, with a girl standing in front of a mirror and watching the reflection — the Other Body, a monstrous being not at all like the girl herself.
The plot is secondary to the language and descriptions, and the whole story reads almost as a stream of consciousness — but more like a stream of emotions and words. I was mesmerized by the way this book is written. The words used by the author are like mirror shards — sharp and beautiful, but also cutting the skin.
And it was too much for me. The language is so overwhelmingly perfect, that the story lacked a plot that could allow the reader to rest from the beauty of words in the mundanity of actions. By the end of the book I was so stressed by feeling all the emotions, that I just couldn't care more.
I guess if it was just a short story, that wouldn't be the problem, but with a whole novella it's just too much.
Still, waiting for further releases from the author — it is definitely a writing I want more of.
Thank you NetGalley for this copy.