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This mystery thriller is 300 pages of pure turmoil – and I held my breath the whole way. Each ​time you think you’re one step closer to solving the mystery, new information is revealed that ​sets you three steps back. Each new perspective is quickly tainted with an ulterior motive, ​invalidating every bit of evidence it contributed to the case. That includes the perspective of the ​present-day main character, Margot. At times, even her judgement is called into question. ​However, you can’t help but root for her, regardless. Her propensity for sarcasm in response to ​incredulous people is certainly relatable. It made me appreciate the authenticity of Margot’s ​emotions. She’s going to push through any curveball, but not without a few insipid thoughts or ​“fuck”s thrown in there. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one screaming into pillows or ​smacking my steering wheel when I’m frustrated.

I might be desensitized from all the crime documentaries I’ve watched, but I didn’t quite catch the eerie feeling I could tell Flowers ​was trying to convey at the beginning. It’s fair to say that the gnawing feeling of needing to uncover the next lead could have ​prevented from me letting the feeling sink in at first. But, man, does it sink in. And it’s not an easy feeling to shake once the pieces ​start coming together – like a permanent chill down your spine. Flowers does such a good job keeping you guessing, it keeps you far ​from seeing the truth until the very end. You’ll find yourself in a constant cycle of suspicion, revelation, and doubt that spirals ​deeper and deeper. So much so, that even when the truth is revealed, you’re still tempted to question it. In other words, trust ​nothing. And no one. Not until the very last page. Even then, you’ll be flipping past the acknowledgments hoping to find more ​answers.