Let me start by saying this book had me on edge from the first chapter. The central mystery revolves around a man named Gideon. Or Eli. Or some other name I lost track of because this guy collects aliases like they're Pokémon cards. And just like any good psychological thriller villain, he gaslights everyone in sight until you’re not even sure what’s real anymore.
The constant back-and-forth in the timeline drove me a little nuts. I kept hoping the story would settle into a nice, linear groove, but ... nope. I get that the intent was to slowly reveal the truth, but personally, I like my plot twists in real time.
That said, the tension was immaculate. The secrets were juicy. The characters were flawed in the best, messiest ways. If you like thrillers where no one is entirely trustworthy and the past refuses to stay buried, you’ll be all over this one.
I won't read it again. Once was enough for the timeline whiplash. But I am glad I read it. Maybe next time, I’ll keep a flowchart handy for a Lisa Jackson novel.
