How I Lost You

A Novel

De: Jenny Blackhurst

Narrado por: Jennifer Ness

“An addictive read; a strong recommendation for those who like suspense tinged with a little romance.”—Booklist

A woman without a memory struggles to discover the truth about her past and her identity in this cerebral and dark thriller reminiscent of works by bestselling authors S.J. Watson and Ruth Ware.

I have no memory of what happened but I was told I killed my son. And you believe what your loved ones, your doctor and the police tell you, don't you? My name is Emma Cartwright. Three years ago I was Susan Webster, and I murdered my twelve-week-old son Dylan. I was sent to Oakdale Psychiatric Institute for my crime, and four weeks ago I was released early on parole with a new identity, address, and a chance to rebuild my tattered life. This morning, I received an envelope addressed to Susan Webster. Inside it was a photograph of a toddler called Dylan. Now I am questioning everything I believe because if I have no memory of the event, how can I truly believe he's dead? If there was the smallest chance your son was alive, what would you do to get him back?

Great narration

While I loved the narration, I was not that enthralled with the story. It wasn’t believable because it was just too convoluted. But the writing is very good. IF I could believe the premise, then I’d say that the author left no loose ends. I just couldn’t believe the premise.

Confusing Narrative

Could not grasp what was going on the between the two time narratives. Very confusing

loved it@

The reading was remarkable, believable change in voices-
It was confusing when the chapters turned to the boys in College, once they blended together the plot really took a turn!

Clever Story!

Excellent performance and great story telling with plot twists that I didn't anticipate! Five stars!

page turner

this is the second book that I've listened to by Jenny blackhurst and it is just as phenomenal as the first. definitely a page Turner and twist and turn throughout the story to the point where I was second-guessing what I thought was going on.