Ignatius Perrish, also known as Ig, is accused of murdering his long time girlfriend Merrin Williams by basically everyone in town. One day, after all the months of fighting for his innocence and being let go as a suspect for the lack of evidence, Ig wakes up with knobby little horns on his head. These horns aren’t a body modification by his own doing but instead the work of a higher (or lower) power. One by one, each person who sees the horns begin to reveal things about themselves. Whether it be a deep dark secret or something they just keep to themselves, he knows even when he doesn’t want to. Soon this “power” leads him to learn who the killer of his girlfriend was – his own best friend. In an act of revenge, and grief, Ig stops looking at the horns as a curse but instead a blessing.
Emily Klein doesn’t know she has killed her husband until the day of his funeral. At first, signs point to a tragic accident. Yet, as Emily pieces together the events before his death – events which led to her own memory loss – she begins to suspect that her husband’s death may have been the result of more than a terrible twist of fate… But the accident is only the beginning. Because while Emily’s physical scars will heal, the trauma of the accident has awakened old ghosts. She hears strange sounds, catches things that can’t possibly be there in the corner of her eye. Before long, everywhere she looks, she seems to see her husband. And suddenly, Emily finds herself asking the most dangerous question of all: Can she really trust herself?
I’ve been dreading finishing this story because I’ve never been so in love before. Okay, Gone Girl really does hold a special place in my heart but that is no this. No, You is special. It’s a league of its own and hypnotizing like I thought it would be (mostly because Stephen King called it that and well, it’s also on the front of the book).
There is progress being made in my goal this year and I am very, very proud. Granted, I am very envious of everyone who manages to smash in seven books in a single month but I’m just not that good. It’s okay though. I know who I am in the world and though I am an avid reader, I am not a fast reader. For anyone who follows my updates on Goodreads, I’d be lucky to finish a book in less than four weeks. Which, this time I did. The Border of Paradise was a delight, an experience, and a roller coaster of good, bad, depressing, and even sensual emotions from start to finish.
Living the life of a woman who has never finished much of what she started, I felt a little let down by myself when I dove into Dark Places when I was smack dab in the middle of Hollow City. Blame Serial. The podcast consumed me and catapulted me into the need for true crime fixings and here I was, invested in this book only after 20 minutes of reading it. I’ll get back to Hollow City, I swear, but first, let me tell you how worth the distraction Dark Places is.