Verity

Verity

By Colleen Hoover
Published: Hoover, Inc., 2018
Pages: 333
Genre: Thriller
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"Find what you love and let it kill you" - Charles Bukowski

My only thought after reading this novel: What. The. Fuck. Verity is a disturbing, bone-chilling, steamy psychological thriller that will keep you up at night.

Lowen Ashleigh is a down-on-her-luck writer presented with a one in a life deal: to finish an immensely popular book series written by Verity Crawford, who was left as an invalid following a terrible car accident. Lowen travels to the family's home to sort through Verity's office to find documents to help her in her work. However, Lowen stumbles across an autobiography of Verity's in which the author uncovers dark, horrible truths about her life. Once Lowen starts developing feelings for Verity's husband Jeremy, she must decide whether to give the manuscript to Jeremy even if it will change his life forever.

OK, so Verity is really, really fucked up. And I really, really like that. Trigger warning: This book contains graphic scenes and has moments of child abuse.

Hoover writes gripping characters set in a dark, creepy atmosphere, and her writing is so addicting and compelling. This is actually the first novel of hers that I've read, so I'm unable to compare it to her other work, which by what I read online is vastly different from Verity.

Everything and everyone is shady in this novel. Also, am I the only one who thinks Jeremy is a little too perfect?! I don't reveal spoilers in my reviews, but I'll just let leave that last sentence there for those who have read it.

I feel like this review is lacking, but I honestly cannot even wrap my head around Verity. Like, just go read it if you like fucked up stories about fucked up characters doing fucked up things. (I know I do!)

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