The Last to See Her

Since Gen was days away from being divorced and her sister had a conference to attend in New York City, they decided to celebrate there. The celebration got carried away with both of them becoming very drunk and with Gen throwing her expensive wedding band over the balcony. Gen then decided to take a walk to clear her head. That definitely was not a good idea because her sister and the doorman were the last to see her. We follow the lives of both sisters before this incident and in present time. Gen is missing, and Meg has to stay in New York since she is a suspect. We learn of their childhood, their domestic lives, and their working lives. Gen is currently an author and Meg is a surgeon. Gen was married to an attorney, and Meg is married to a contractor. As I read the back story of Gen, that husband was too good to be true. It seemed like he was a fake, and it appears he had been. Would that make him a suspect in her disappearance even though he still hadn't arrived in New York City yet? Meg's husband seemed sweet. Something was going on in all of their lives, but what was it, and did it have anything to do with Gen's disappearance? THE LAST TO SEE HER has pull-you-in writing and a great story line with big surprises. When all the truths come out and as things start to get tense, you won't be able to stop reading. You HAVE to find out the answers and the secrets. It seems like everyone has a secret, and no one is as they appear to be. There are good twists. This book is different and just SO good. Don't pass it up. 5/5 This book was given to me by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

I was waffling a bit on how to rate this twisty tale but a check of my highlighted quotes removed all doubt. This wily wordsmith is a master of deception as nothing was as it was initially presented, even after I thought I had it solved, it wasn’t. She craftily stitched her tale with several shrewdly paced and slyly nuanced storylines that took sudden sharp turns that left me somewhat addled and grappling for a hold. I would never play cards with this devious little madam as I’m sure she would have an entire deck hidden up her sleeves which she would cunningly deploy while regaling me with enticing tidbits and enthralling tales as she cleverly fleeced me of my life savings. And silly me, I would most likely merrily hand it over while stunned and disoriented yet well entertained, which is the very condition I’m currently circling now.