What I'm Reading Now


 I just finished "The Widow", a twisty tale of abduction, pedophilia and secrets that, although a novel of fiction is, unfortunately all too real.  The things not spoken between a husband and wife can be unsettling, and there are those out there whose sympathy-seeking ploys fuck with one's mind.  Fiona Barton's debut novel was another creepy read that was hard to put down.

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  1. PamJuly 8, 2021 at 9:23 AM

    that might be one I need to check out. My sort of reading....

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  2. J E OneilJuly 8, 2021 at 11:13 AM

    It does sound interesting.

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  3. Elephant's ChildJuly 8, 2021 at 12:37 PM

    Not an author I know. Thank you. And how I wish her subject matter WAS fiction.

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  4. Mary KirklandJuly 9, 2021 at 6:39 PM

    That sounds like hard subject matter but a hard to put down book is a good one.

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  5. ROJuly 18, 2021 at 5:26 AM

    Even though it's a little dark, I heard this was a riveting read. Hope you're doing well, and Happy Sunday! RO

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  6. Debra She Who SeeksJuly 18, 2021 at 6:32 AM

    I think this subject-matter would creep me out. Too painful and horrific.

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