Welcome to a small town where no one is okay.
I just finished The Admirer’s Secret by Pamela Crane. My brain is now a pretzel. One of those tightly twisted ones you only buy at the mall when you’re starving and make bad decisions.
This is one of those psychological thrillers where you side-eye Every Single Character because you just know somebody’s got a body buried somewhere. In this case, practically everyone has secrets, skeletons, or both. The only person who seemed remotely normal was Gabriela, and honestly, I was suspicious of her too just on principle.
Pamela Crane really leaned into the “trust no one” trope. I spent half the book thinking Character A was definitely the killer, only to be WRONG. Then I thought Character B was innocent, WRONG AGAIN. Then the plot hits you with twists involving mistaken identities, mental unraveling, and enough red herrings to start a seafood restaurant.
Halfway through, I wasn’t even sure I was sane anymore.
What I can safely say without spoiling everything:
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People you think are innocent? …maybe not.
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People you think are guilty? …also maybe not.
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Some people are straight-up unhinged, but oh boy is it entertaining.
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And once the truth comes out, it’s like watching a train wreck. You can’t look away.
If you love messy characters, big twists, unreliable narrators, and that moment where you sit up in bed and go, “wait… WHAT?” this book delivers in a big way.
And now I need something light and fluffy to read because my brain is exhausted from all the betrayal.
