![]() ![]() Quickly, we developed a fusional relationship, and yeah, at first I didn’t realize, that was so subtle. When I was in my early 20s, I was friend with a girl who reminds me Elise (and Anna, for that matter) – not really in their behavior, because we didn’t go out like them (no judgment here, just facts), but because how possessive our friendship became. Anyway, the fact is, I can read about almost anything without being scared at all, either serial killers or ghosts, yet this book reaches my biggest fear : not being believed by others. And that’s saying something, because I’m not easily frightened except for clowns – and freakin’ dolls with blank eyes who stare – but who wouldn’t? What do you mean, everybody isn’t afraid of dolls and clowns? Are you kidding me? They’re so fucking weird and unnerving that I shiver when I think about them. When the truth comes out, it is more shocking than one could ever imagine. ![]() But when Elise is found brutally murdered, Anna finds herself trapped in a country not her own, fighting against vile and contemptuous accusations.Īs Anna sets out to find her friend's killer she discovers hard truths about her friendships, the slippery nature of truth, and the ache of young love.Īs she awaits the judge's decree, it becomes clear that everyone around her thinks she is not just guilty, but dangerous. Anna, her boyfriend Tate, her best friend Elise, and a few other close friends are off to a debaucherous trip to Aruba that promises to be the time of their lives. ![]()
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