Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Break Down - Review

Idgie Says:

B.A. Paris' book before this, Behind Closed Doors, was astoundingly twisty. New plots and twists and shocks kept coming out of left field. This novel promises to be the same.

Cass didn't follow her husband's wishes and drove through an unsafe shortcut on her way home one night. She saw a women in a broken down car. She tries to downplay in her mind that the woman didn't want help as she didn't wave her down - though in reality she didn't want to be caught by her husband not following his request, therefore she doesn't stop to help.

The next morning that woman is found dead in that car, throat slashed.

Not only is Cass filled to the brim with remorse, but she is struggling with the fear of dementia as her mother died from it very early in life. Cass has never mentioned this to her husband.

When she begins to forget more and more and lose chunks of her time and life - is it stress from her guilt about the woman, dementia or is someone playing terrible tricks on her?

A good, riveting read!



(On Sale: July 18, 2017)

St. Martin's Press

The next chilling, propulsive novel from the NYT and USA Today bestselling author of Behind Closed Doors. If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust? Cass is having a hard time since the night she saw the car in the woods, on the winding rural road, in the middle of a downpour, with the woman sitting inside—the woman who was killed. She’s been trying to put the crime out of her mind; what could she have done, really? It’s a dangerous road to be on in the middle of a storm. Her husband would be furious if he knew she’d broken her promise not to take that shortcut home. And she probably would only have been hurt herself if she’d stopped.

But since then, she’s been forgetting every little thing: where she left the car, if she took her pills, the alarm code, why she ordered a pram when she doesn’t have a baby. The only thing she can’t forget is that woman, the woman she might have saved, and the terrible nagging guilt. Or the silent calls she’s receiving, or the feeling that someone’s watching her….