The Ghostwriter by Alessandra Torre
Four years ago, I lied. I stood in front of the police, my friends and family, and made up a story, my best one yet. And all of them believed me.
I wasn't surprised. Telling stories is what made me famous. Fifteen bestsellers. Millions of fans. Fame and fortune.
Now, I have one last story to write. It'll be my best one yet, with a jaw-dropping twist that will leave them stunned and gasping for breath.
They say that sticks and stones will break your bones, but this story? It will be the one that kills me.
I did not expect this book.
But, I find that's usually the case with any book I read by Alessandra Torre.
I thought I knew what was happening, I thought I knew how the story would play out. I was wrong.
I expected to dislike Helena and like Marka. I found that I liked them both and I'm not ashamed to say they both made me cry. That they both had an incredible sadness about them that was unique to each but equally devastating.
I found myself flip flopping between thinking Helena's husband, Simon, was dealing with a woman losing touch with reality and then thinking that he was an asshole who was fucking with her. I pretty much stayed disgusted with her mother and couldn't really work up any compassion for her and the disaster her relationship with her daughter became. Some things you just have to own your part in and I don’t feel her mother ever did.
I thought I was ready for the end and now realize you can never adequately prepare. It still crushed me.
I find that I keep thinking of this book long after it’s been read and put away.