by Colleen Hoover
The only thought in my head while and after reading this book was that i need to pray to a picture of Colleen now because she is a goddess of writing, she never ceases to amaze me. She has ventured away from her usual romance genre into a thriller that is both, disturbing and dark; but you wont be able to put it away. There’s romance, steamy sex and a lot of thriller.
Before jumping into the plot, i need to mention the writing again because it’s so beautiful, Colleen made me dislike while also being extremely fascinated by a psychopath, and somehow also respecting the crazy in her. I felt emotions about certain incidents in the book from the psychopath’s perspective that i would never normally feel, and somehow in the middle of every character that’s screwed up, i loved them. Also not to mention, the book itself features two authors, and both of their books & words read like two different people.
I was good at spewing bullshit. It’s why I became a writer.
Verity mainly follows three people, Lowen, our main character, a struggling author who’s been asked to finish a world famous book series by Verity; Verity, a famous author who’s recently gone through an accident, and Jeremy, Verity’s husband who seems to bring out the crazy in both the women. When Lowen is asked to complete the last three books in the series, she is invited to stay at Verity’s house and sort out her notes, and in the midst of that. Lowen comes across a transcript, an autobiography written by Verity; and invariably finds herself digging into the complex tragedy of the family, dark mind of Verity and the death of their two daughters.
The book is much more enjoyable going into without knowing anything more of the story, it’s so cleverly written, the twists and turns and the almost parallel universes kind of an aura that it creates. But most of all, it’s so clever because of the lies and the manipulation, twisted in a tale created by three authors, the reader is left in a constant state of fear and uncertainty, trying to determine who is telling the truth. This book replayed shocks on shocks, changing perspectives on every incident and every character, somehow turning all your beliefs when you started reading the book, into a lie.
The book is impossible to put down, its a compulsive read until you finish it and it’s seriously so creepy. I was up at 3 in the night thrilled and scared to my wits, wary of every noise around me and i absolutely loved it. I relished in how absolutely screwed up and disturbing this book is, and the ending had be unable to go fathom the plot line and go back to reality for a while.
I think I have found a new genre to jump into now, and this might just be one of my top favourite books of all time.
‘Chai’ on goodreads said, “I finished this book feeling completely sapped of life, as if I’ve been bleeding freely for the past few hours instead of simply reading. I wish I could just shake my head to dissolve the memory of that ending, to disarrange it somehow. My mind is still at war with itself, because, of all the things I’d braced myself for, that was not it.” and i quote this because it’s literally my whole review summed up in a few lines.