by Ruth Ware
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Publisher: Gallery/Scout Press
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Paperback: 352 pages
I am running.
You'd think people would be wary spilling to a writer. You'd think they'd now that we are essentially birds of carrion picking over the corpses of dead affairs and forgotten arguments to recycle them in our work. Zombie reincarnations of their former selves stitched into a macabre new patchwork of our own devising.
What should be a cozy and fun-filled weekend deep in the English countryside takes a sinister turn in Ruth Ware’s suspenseful, compulsive, and darkly twisted psychological thriller.
Sometimes the only thing to fear…is yourself.
When reclusive writer Leonora is invited to the English countryside for a weekend away, she reluctantly agrees to make the trip. But as the first night falls, revelations unfold among friends old and new, an unnerving memory shatters Leonora’s reserve, and a haunting realization creeps in: the party is not alone in the woods.
This thriller kept me guessing to the end. However, it was a bit frustrating as well because the narrator is one of those unreliable sorts. The character's memory slowly reveals the story just like the spooky poem.
I prefer the cover art below. It is more creepy and matches the childhood verse.