There are two things about this book that believe to be true. The first is that it is entirely worth the buzz, the NY Times bestseller status and a 5 star Goodreads reading. The second is that if you do not enjoy serial crime podcasts or the most disturbing episodes of Criminal Minds, and if you are easily upset by tragedy in the news…this book is not for you.
Between the alternating points of view of a podcaster, and Sadie herself, we learn more about what happened after Sadie’s sister, Mattie, is murdered.
This book was gripping, but I doubt I’ll ever read it again. It was sure to be a one sitting read, but instead I started it too late in the evening and went to sleep with with the first half of the book fresh in my mind. I left my bathroom light on to make myself feel safer.
Sadie is a dark, dark book. It’s the kind with no light at the end of the tunnel. It’s the kind with several parental advisory warnings at the beginning. It’s the kind that left me feeling deeply disturbed, with despair filling the world around me. It was worse than any episode of Criminal Minds. (A show I never could get a stomach for watching.)
And yet, without pause, I can also say how good this book is. The writing craft. The distinct dual points of view. The foreshadowing. The twists. The hair-raising confrontations. Everything is here and at the essence it is exactly what a thriller should be.
For those looking for a book like this…it is everything you could want, and more. But me? I need time to recover from the heaviness of it all. (Yet, at the same time, I don’t regret reading this.)