![]() ![]() Although I know it's coming, the wave of emotion engulfs me, bursting from me with such force I can barely breathe. The grief is palpable and Mackintosh's description catches in my throat even as I re-type it here:Įxhaustion overtakes me and I curl up in a ball, wrapping my arms around my knees, and pressing my face against the rough denim of my jeans. ![]() The story is a mystery, yes, but it's a gripper by which I mean that the plot revolves around the heart-wrenching loss of a child. I had to figure out how she'd lead me by the nose down one path, only to ultimately find that it wound around into another and bit me right in my puzzle-solving smugness. Indeed, she fooled me, not once but several times, and with each one I felt delightedly bested by an author who has such cunning that, as another reviewer said, I immediately had to go back to the beginning to check on what I might have missed. Other times well, other times there's Clare Mackintosh's I Let You Go, and from page one you're asking yourself, where has this terrific book been all my life?Īs far as Mackintosh is concerned there is no shame in the fool-me-once maxim. Sometimes it's a reach to see how a book becomes an international bestseller. A thriller with a killer twist, I Let You Go tracks a mother whose life is shattered when her son runs into the street, and the two police investigators trying to get to the bottom of this hit-and-run. ![]()
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