Dear Daughter

Jane Jenkins is many things—beautiful, calculating and no stranger to prison orange. But, is she a murderer? The socialite spent ten years hearing the media, the law and the public saying so with no recollection of the night she found her mother spilled across the floor of their Hollywood home. When she’s released, she heads to South Dakota determined to discover if she was capable of the crime they swear she committed, or if someone else got away with it.

With each new development, I felt the unforgiving friction and detachment that sabotaged all her relationships flicker. With every sentence I understood sometimes the secrets someone never told us are more dangerous than the ones we’re hiding from. With all the answers, I still found myself asking, how much can the truth hurt?

I don’t know the shape of suspense but, if I had to guess it’d be something between glitter and grit. It’d be a killer smile and a botched trim. It’d be every page in this book. Written with wit and the urgency of survival instincts, this thriller insists on handcuffing you to anticipation. The skin of your wrist will snag on the shock until the very end.