Finished Under My Skin by Lisa Unger. I received a copy for review at ALA.
Summary (from Goodreads):
“What if the nightmares are actually memories?
It’s been a year since Poppy’s husband, Jack, was brutally murdered during his morning run through Manhattan’s Riverside Park. In the immediate aftermath, Poppy spiraled into an oblivion of grief, disappearing for several days only to turn up ragged and confused wearing a tight red dress she didn’t recognize. What happened to Poppy during those lost days? And more importantly, what happened to Jack?
The case was never solved, and Poppy has finally begun to move on. But those lost days have never stopped haunting her. Poppy starts having nightmares and blackouts–there are periods of time she can’t remember, and she’s unable to tell the difference between what is real and what she’s imagining. When she begins to sense that someone is following her, Poppy is plunged into a game of cat and mouse, determined to unravel the mystery around her husband’s death. But can she handle the truth about what really happened?”
This book is impossible to review. Everything about it is potentially a spoiler, but I think here is what can safely be said: the only thing we know for sure is that Poppy’s husband is dead and that he was murdered. Beyond that, we don’t know who’s responsible or what happened or why or even if Poppy herself can be trusted. (And the only reason we think she may be the most unreliable narrator ever is because she’s unsure of what’s real and what isn’t.)
This book is exactly what I wanted to read. It’s incredibly intense and unnerving (because, again, we don’t know what’s real) and every time I thought, “Oh, of course, THIS is what’s happening!” Lisa Unger said, “Not so fast, George Banks” and completely flipped everything again.
If you can deal with a lot of uncertainty, read this. (Or, if you’re in the mood for suspense, definitely read this.)