Summary (from Goodreads):
“In the exciting new psychological thriller by the Edgar-nominated author of Joe Victim, a famous crime writer struggles to differentiate between his own reality and the frightening plot lines he’s created for the page.
Jerry Grey is known to most of the world by his crime writing pseudonym, Henry Cutter-a name that has been keeping readers at the edge of their seats for more than a decade. Recently diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s at the age of forty-nine, Jerry’s crime writing days are coming to an end. His twelve books tell stories of brutal murders committed by bad men, of a world out of balance, of victims finding the darkest forms of justice. As his dementia begins to break down the wall between his life and the lives of the characters he has created, Jerry confesses his worst secret: The stories are real. He knows this because he committed the crimes. Those close to him, including the nurses at the care home where he now lives, insist that it is all in his head, that his memory is being toyed with and manipulated by his unfortunate disease. But if that were true, then why are so many bad things happening? Why are people dying?”
First, a disclaimer. You should know that this book is going to keep you guessing. I didn’t spend any part of this book 100% convinced of what was going on.
(What an amazing concept, right? The ultimate unreliable narrator.)
I felt horrible for Jerry—he’s clearly a decent guy, but someone who has no idea of what’s going on or how best to handle his suspicions. It’s also never entirely sure whether he’s correct in those suspicions or if he’s just become incredibly paranoid as a result of his declining mental faculties.
It’s also worth noting that these are not mutually exclusive things: he could easily be both correct in some and paranoid about others.
It was nearly impossible for me to stop reading; I was up until 1 a.m. because I couldn’t sleep until I knew the ending.