I always thought of myself as a fan of any mystery/thriller premise. Any story revolving around crime. Characters trying to figure out what really happened. These were the main elements that sucked me in.
After reading «Then She Was Gone» by Lisa Jewell, I realized that I much prefer novels centered around the “Who did it” question than “Why it happened”. There is just something so addicting about gathering clues, brainstorming and constantly questioning who the villain is!
Lisa Jewell gave us a different type of thriller – a character-driven mystery, showcasing the flawed people and their motives, instead of a fast-paced page-turner with an unpredictable turn of events.
If you thought «The Chalk Man» was dark and creepy, «The Taking of Annie Thorne» will give you jitters. C.J. Tudor took the mystery of her second book to the new level by adding some surprising horror elements. The attention to details, the mystery elements, and deeply engraved traumas provided the perfect scenery for a creepy thriller!
I might have made a mistake to binge read Gillian Flynn books at the beginning of my blogging career. Ever since that point, no thrillers ever came close to twisted and dark characters of Gillian Flynn.
There were years in my reading life when I solely read crime, thrillers, and mysteries. I’ve accumulated quite a collection of books in that particular genre and sometimes the need for something a little bit more mysterious comes knocking on the door, making it impossible to resist.
I’m not an author and I’m not trying to be one, so it’s very difficult for me to criticise books on the styles they were written in. But, ultimately, I am the audience. I read the blurb, I liked it, I was intrigued by it and decided to dedicate my time to reading a particular novel. And there are often times when the writing style or certain writing quirks don’t work for me as well as they do for others, and I find it my duty to share these moments with you!
This month I’ve been very lucky with the books I picked up, quite a lot of them turned out to be 4 and 5 star reads. «Every Last Lie» by Mary Kubica was no exception. When I finished this book I had to take a little break because (A) there were still tears running down my cheeks and (B) the novel was so intense and made me feel so many different emotions that I sat down for a little bit just to gather my thoughts and taking a few deep breaths. Continue reading “Every Last Lie by Mary Kubica | What secrets do YOU keep from your loved ones?”→
You know how much I like mysteries. No! I LOVE mysterious mysteries and thrilling thrillers. I love crime novels with a lot of unanswered questions and then finally you get to the end of the story and EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE.
Thomas Huston is a college professor, a famous author who writes dark and mysterious novels. His family, his life and his career is envied by many. His sincere and intelligent personality captivates attention of his friends and his students. Everything was going so well. Until one night…
Did I manage to get your attention?Are you interested in what happens next? Because I sure was! The perfect life went downhill the night Thomas Huston’s family was found slaughtered in their own house. Killed with their own chef’s knife. And the trustworthy college professor ran away, seen by few neighbours and town visitors.
Libby Day was seven when her mother and two sisters were murdered in “The Satan Sacrifice” of Kinnakee, Kansas.” She survived—and famously testified that her fifteen-year-old brother, Ben, was the killer.
Twenty-five years later, the Kill Club—a secret society obsessed with notorious crimes—locates Libby and pumps her for details. They hope to discover proof that may free Ben. Libby hopes to turn a profit off her tragic history: She’ll reconnect with the players from that night and report her findings to the club—for a fee.
As Libby’s search takes her from shabby Missouri strip clubs to abandoned Oklahoma tourist towns, the unimaginable truth emerges, and Libby finds herself right back where she started—on the run from a killer.
A young woman murdered in a run-down Manhattan hotel.
A father publicly beheaded in the blistering sun of Saudi Arabia.
A man’s eyes stolen from his living body as he leaves a secret Syrian research laboratory.
Smouldering human remains on a mountainside in the Hindu Kush.
A plot to commit an appalling crime against humanity.
One thread that binds them all.
One man to take the journey.
I have been reading some very mixed reviews on this book, especially the rating on GoodReads, that fluctuate from one / two stars up to five, and it really surprised me. I feel like people are intimidated by the size of the book and, at some points of the story, by its exceptional depth and complexity, so it doesn’t always capture their attention and they give up before finishing.
I must admit that I did feel like putting it aside few times while powering through the enormous book, especially when the narration was taking its flow towards Saracen and his life, the events that led to where he was and made him who he was. Although, at the same time I absolutely loved the main character and everything related to him, past and present.
Beirut, 2006. CIA operations officer Carrie Mathison barely escapes an ambush while attempting a clandestine meeting with a new contact, code-name Nightingale. Suspicious that security has been compromised, she challenges the station chief in a heated confrontation that gets her booted back to Langley.
Expert in recognizing and anticipating behavioral patterns—a skill enhanced by her bipolar disorder she keeps secret to protect her career—Carrie is increasingly certain that a terrorist plot has been set in motion. She risks a shocking act of insubordination that helps her uncover secret evidence connecting Nightingale with Abu Nazir, the leader of Al Qaeda in Iraq. Determined to stop the terrorist mastermind, she embarks on an obsessive quest that will nearly destroy her.
I have finally finished this book! Honestly, I can hardly believe that I did. It was given to me on Christmas two or three years ago and I kept putting it away, meaning to read it every month but then I wouldn’t. I think one of the reasons that kept me away from this book is the fact that there is a series based on it and I never actually seen the series or had the will to watch it, it just wasn’t that compelling to me.
Finally, I picked it up in the beginning of May… and fell in the huge reading slump…