Alessandra Torre isn’t one of those authors I one-click. In fact, The Ghostwriter is only the second book of hers that I’ve read. The reason for this is that I haven’t enjoyed everything she has written—I’ve actually started and not finished two of her other books. It’s nothing against her, they just weren’t for me.
The Ghostwriter, however… HOME. RUN. One of the best books I’ve read all year.
Here’s The Synopsis:
Four years ago, I lied. I stood in front of the police, my friends and family, and made up a story, my best one yet. And all of them believed me.
I wasn’t surprised. Telling stories is what made me famous. Fifteen bestsellers. Millions of fans. Fame and fortune.
Now, I have one last story to write. It’ll be my best one yet, with a jaw-dropping twist that will leave them stunned and gasping for breath.
They say that sticks and stones will break your bones, but this story? It will be the one that kills me.
As I mentioned, Torre’s books are a bit of a gamble for me. But, The Ghostwriter… phenomenal… and full of gems like this:
I used to look at her and my heart would hurt. It would swell in my chest, and there would be a sudden flare of panic–a sharp prick of vulnerability. In that moment, I would fear losing her. Maybe it’s a normal fear, one every parent has. Or maybe, it was God’s warning to me, the foreshadowing he was writing into my story.
I mean… come on!
I didn’t race through this book; I took my time. But the second I finished reading, I dropped the book onto my lap and released a long, deep breath. “Wow.”
I can honestly say that I don’t know if I’ve ever read anything like this book before. It had me glued, it had me guessing, it had me staring at the pages with my mouth hanging wide open.
I was blindsided by this book — in the best way possible. If you’re a fan of suspense, jump on it. RIGHT NOW.