Kate White | April 2020 | 384pp
This one was really weird. I guess in a time when the unbelievable is playing out on our evening news, anything fiction could be believable.
Ally Linden arrives at work one morning, in her ex boyfriend’s office, at a place she hasn’t worked in years. Other than her tossed mental state, there is no sign of trauma. Eventually we discover, she can’t remember anything from the last two days. There is a trace of blood on her belongings and she wonders if she saw someone hurt or if, in a panicked state, she hurt someone. Ally is determined to find out the truth because in her soul she knows something isn’t right. This is also the second time in her life this has happened to her and she’s alarmed her mental state is declining. She winds up hiring a private detective to help her, but he ends up drunk and dead in the parking lot of some popular gay hangout. Yikes!
Pros: Good story. Every one is a suspect, including the handsome ex, distant husband and friends. My guess is, you’ll never figure out whodunnit because none of the details come together until the bitter end.
Cons: Ally does go on a bit and to me, is overly dependent on her therapist. The summary tells like this is some sort of self-discovery journey for Ally but, Im not sure I got that feeling while reading. She was dependent in the start and likely that in the end. Im not sure we get any resolution to some of the relationship issues we uncover in the story.
Overall, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️from me. Less 1 star because I really would have liked some resolution between her and the ex-boyfriend. Good quick read. Goodbook #41
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StoryGraph Summary: On a cold, rainy morning, finance journalist Ally Linden arrives early to work in her Manhattan office, only to find that she’s forgotten her keycard and needs to have a colleague she’s never met let her in. When her boss finally arrives, he seems surprised to see her—because she hasn’t worked there in five years.
Ally knows her name, but little else, and it’s only after several hours in an emergency room and multiple interviews with the hospital psychiatrist that she begins to piece together important facts: she lives on the Upper West Side; she’s now a freelance personal finance journalist; she’s married to a lovely man named Hugh. But she still can’t recall what happened to her during the previous two days. When she learns that she’s experienced a dissociative fugue state, Ally tries to think of triggers and remembers that she’d been seeing a therapist about a traumatic event from her childhood, in which she came across evidence for a murder that was never solved.
Desperate to unearth answers, Ally focuses on figuring out where she spent the missing forty-eight hours. As ominous details of the two days pile up, so does the terrifying pressure: she must recover the time she lost before the time she has left runs out.