Full of suspense all the way through!
The Wrong Daughter by Dandy Smith
Psychological thriller.
Rating: 5 Stars
I haven’t read a psychological thriller for in a long time. It was clever, sharp, and precise. Each page needed to be turned right away to find out what the heck was going on. Therefore it was hard to put down.
As in any book where there is a mystery, you automatically try and figure out who did what. I had no
clue. I couldn’t work it out at all, so the ending came as a surprise. It was completely different from anything I would have guessed at.
There is one scene where, Caitlin does something that causes her to feel humiliation and shame and it was a truly gasp at loud moment.
I read some, but I mostly listened to the audio book. It was well narrated and added to the atmosphere,
The ending was clever, but I needed answers. It was a satisfactory except Caitlin’s reaction after everything that had happened, didn’t sit right.
Plus I wanted to see the reconciliation and vindication, not be told about it a year later.
Even so, there is a lot to like about this story, especially if you love this kind of thriller.
I recommend it, but I will probably stick with my crime and post apocalyptic books.
The storyline and plot is this:
Two Sisters.
Caitlin and Olivia are excited to finally be old enough to stay home alone. But, when they fall asleep, someone turns the handle of the back door and nothing is ever the same again.
A Missing Daughter.
When their parents return, they find Olivia’s bed empty. Their eldest daughter gone… until now.
One Terrible Lie.
Ten years later, Olivia is back, and everyone is desperate to believe the nightmare is over. But Caitlin doesn’t trust the woman who claims to be her sister. Their memories of that night don’t match, and they are both hiding secrets that could tear their family apart…
What if they trust the wrong daughter?
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It does look like a great read! x
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