I love Alice Feeney, but this one is my least fave of all her books (and I think I’ve read them all now). It’s heavy. The childhood chapters were rough. Luckily, they never went THERE, but they were still wildly disturbing, unsettling. 

I did assume one of the bigger twists, but my jaw still dropped. And again. Disturbing. 

I really do love Ms Feeney. She’s one of my top fave authors. An auto buy for me. But I’m thankful this isn’t the first book I read by her as it may have been my last. I have loved too many of her books and am glad I discovered her first with Rock Paper Scissors. 

All that to say. It’s still a twisty book and I recommend it for those with stronger stomachs than myself.