A famous painter has been convicted of killing her husband and has never spoken of it, She lives in a secure, psych facility and it’s only when a criminal psychotherapist comes to work at the facility that perhaps the truth may come out.
This is one of those books that make me glad that I persist with books, because for three quarters, or perhaps even more, this book annoyed me. I can’t quite put my finger on it, it just annoyed me, but then suddenly, toward the end, I loved it. Things seemed to fall into place and I really liked the journey Michaelides took us on.
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