The Good Girl
Mary Kubica, 2014
Mystery, thriller & crime Contemporary fiction
A Chicago woman disappears, and the people left behind tell the story in alternating voices—each with something to hide.
Feels like dread and serenity. About death, memory and family.
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The relief of letting someone else carry your sadness, just for a moment.
But he holds me so tightly that for a moment, the emotions are at bay. The sadness and fear, the regret and the loathing. He bottles them up inside his arms so that for a split second I don’t have to be the one carrying the weight of them. For this moment, the burden is his. Mary Kubica.Mary Kubica was a high school history teacher in suburban Chicago when she wrote The Good Girl, her debut and a New York Times bestseller.
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- Feels like dread and serenity. About death, memory and family.
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The photograph you can no longer explain.
On the table by the door sat a photo of a preteen me holding Marian at about age seven. We’re both laughing. She has her eyes wide open in surprise, I have mine scrunched shut. I’m squeezing her into me, her short skinny legs dangling over my knees. I can’t remember the occasion or what we were laughing about. Over the years it’s become a pleasant mystery. I think I like not knowing.
Sharp Objects · Gillian Flynn
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But one wrong move, one tiny kink in the time line, it was all over. Not just their love story, but all of it. Youth. Life. Ellie Mack. All gone. All gone forever. If she could rewind the timeline, untwist it and roll it back the other way like a ball of wool, she’d see the knots in the yarn, the warning signs. Looking at it backward it was obvious all along. But back then, when she knew nothing about anything, she had not seen it coming. She had walked straight into it with her eyes open.
Then She Was Gone · Lisa Jewell
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