A gorgeous new collector’s edition of Colleen Hoover’s Verity, featuring a gold foil cover, a letter from the author, and an exclusive new chapter. Questo è il primo libro che leggo di quest’autrice e so che è molto apprezzata per i suoi romance, io invece, sono partita dal suo primo tentativo di romantic suspense. Sinceramente sono rimasta abbastanza delusa. Most surprising was the level of creepiness Hoover managed to incite. A level even some seasoned suspense writers fail to attain. From someone who reads in the genre consistently and watches horror, it’s quite the feat for me to feel this level of anxiety. For my stomach to be twisted in knots, in anticipation of what’s to come—but, it happened.

La narrazione si svolge su due piani: Lowen che racconta in prima persona quello che le sta accadendo e il manoscritto di Verity che parte dal suo incontro con il marito Jeremy fino al suo incidente d’auto. Why read Verity when you can just pull out an Ouija board and summon a demon from hell? I'm sure it’ll have the same effect. 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. That ending. What the hell. If I could just shake my head to dissolve the memory of it, to disarrange it somehow, I would. Because of all the things I’d braced myself for, that was not it. I read this book in three days but I was trying to savor it and could have easily read it in less. I thought all the characters were likable and nothing felt forced.

Maybe Series in Order

Ammetto che inizialmente ci sono stati momenti in cui la storia sembra effettivamente prenderti, purtroppo andando avanti l’unica cosa che poi vuoi sapere è la soluzione che ha escogitato l’autrice per spiegare tutto. Cosa sarebbe successo ai personaggi e il rapporto sentimentale non m’interessavano per niente.

Lowen is a struggling writer who gets the opportunity of a lifetime to co-write a series with acclaimed author, Verity Crawford. When she arrives at Verity's home to do some research, she comes across a disturbing autobiography revealing the truth about all the tragic events in her life. Should Lowen let Verity's "dreamy" husband, Jeremy, know wassup? Or just sex him instead? Find out! After I read this, I spent the rest of the night trying to decide who I thought the villain was. Was there a villain? I’m still not sure. I love books like this, where you get to decide and it isn’t told to you.my blood runs cold when my eyes are pulled to the figure standing at the top of the stairs. She’s just standing there, watching her husband as his mouth roams over my breast. Plot holes? Nah, plot CRATERS. How did she fake the brain scans? Why didn't Jeremy just kill her when she came home from the hospital? (maybe I missed something?) Girl is up at night sneaking around opening bank accounts but can't reach out to a friend and be like HALP??? And don't use this whole autobiography as the reason, because your publisher could corroborate your story and you're telling me you never discussed it with her afterward???? Personally, if I was the editor of this book, I would have rewritten the ending, but (sadly) Colleen Hoover has not been ringing my phone off the hook.

Come è possibile che dagli esami clinici (TC, PET o RM) nessuno si sia accorto che Verity era sveglia? Their sex scenes were also about as hot as you'd expect two pieces of wood humping each other would be. Everyone is WAY too cool with murder in this too. Verity is a Medea-figure here, one who uses sex as a means of control and ranks how she values Jeremy based on the quantity of sex they are having, so I guess its no surprise she’s down to murder and not give two shits. But then there is also the ending. I wanted to like it. I mean, okay this whole book plays with ideas of duality—the twins as two sides of Verity’s personality, the two possible truths at the end—but Hoover is WAY too eager to walk you through showing to point out how clever it is. She’s practically yelling “VERITY MEANS TRUTH! GET IT?!?!?!?”Banks' health is judged by an interest rate called Libor (the London Interbank Offered Rate). The higher the Libor, the worse off the bank; too high and it's goodnight Vienna. Libor is heading skywards. To save themselves from collapse, nationalisation and loss of bonuses, banks instruct traders to manipulate Libor down - a criminal practice known as lowballing. Outraged, traders turn whistleblowers, alerting the authorities.