I wish Teddy had had just an ounce of humanity in him. But he was a pure psycho.
The depravity of Teddy. And the ending was unsatisfying. I usually adore Ruth Rendell's books, but this one, not so much. The whole story just made me feel very sick and sad inside.
She was actually very good.
I wish I hadn't read it. It was so disturbing to me.
I loved Francine. If there was anyone who could've been Teddy's polar opposite, it was she.
Libby, of course. She was narrated just right, with just exactly the right amount of hopelessness, desperation, and then determination.
I wanted to but couldn't. I would sit in my car an extra several minutes after arriving at work, though, just listening and trying to figure out who done it.
I've never written a review before. Never felt compelled. But after finishing this book tonight, felt I had to. This book kept me hopping from one suspect to the next, and just when I thought I had it figured out...I didn't. I've never given a book 5 stars before, even in my head. This one deserved every last little bit of stars.
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