When reclusive novelist Senna Richards wakes up on her thirty-third birthday, everything has changed. Caged behind an electrical fence, locked in a house in the middle of the snow, Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken.
If she wants her freedom, she has to take a close look at her past. But, her past has a heartbeat…and her kidnapper is nowhere to be found. With her survival hanging by a thread, Senna soon realizes this is a game. A dangerous one. Only the truth can set her free.
The description was evident… this is going to be a very dark story – I’ve tried to start this book four different times since I got it the day it was released. I’m a big Fisher fan and if you’ve read any of her stories? You know they are not your typical run of the mill tales… not in the slightest. She has a flair for the dramatic and what’s the word I’m looking for….. Mind Fuck – yes MIND FUCK! She takes you through a whirlwind of emotions in each and every one of her stories….. but this one? I finished it almost two hours ago and I’m still shaking my head and trying to explain to my husband why I’m still bug eyed and mumbling random questions about snow, electric fencing and wanting to know how much diesel does it take to run a generator?
Senna…. the girl…. well she is a walking, talking, cluster fuck of emotions. And like with most of Fisher’s characters you want to throttle and hug her all at the same time. The woman, my god…. without revealing too much she has issues ok? I could sit here and write out a very IN-DEPTH posting about every little detail that is running through my mind right now about carousel horses, puzzle pieces and the need for fire … so many fires for so many different reasons, I’m still trying to piece them all together.
You wake up in a log cabin in the middle of no where – you’re alone – you’re scared beyond belief. The idea that someone has taken you away from all your comforts – your life is now in the hands of someone else – and you have to figure out what their plan is…..what is the BIG PICTURE here? What the hell is going on? I asked these questions a million times and I’m still shaking my head bewildered.
I’ve read a lot of reviews that slagged this book off – and it baffles me. Everyone has their own tastes but this is one of the most heartbreaking beautifully written stories of tragic circumstances and real pain – fear and realization….. that perhaps they’ll ultimately be thankful for….
This is a story about love – love between two people and Senna finding herself, even within the terrifying predicament she’s found herself in. She finds her strengths by acknowledging her weaknesses …. and maybe realizing those weaknesses give her strength…
There is so much beautifully illustrated pain through out this book, sometimes it hit a little to close to home…it left me crying for the memories and the realizations I hadn’t allowed myself to think of for a very long time.I felt the fall…
“Tell me a lie, Isaac.” His fingertips trace a curlicue on my shoulder. “I don’t love you.”
“Ms. Richards, with all due respect, the irregular fusion of your bone that was caused by the accident will be something that pains you for the rest of your life. You will want to have the surgeries needed to repair it.” I close my magazine. “I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they’ve lived through.” “That’s a very unique perspective,” he says. “But not practical.” I fling the magazine across the room. It flies with surprising force and hits the door with a healthy thud. Then I pull down my hospital gown – all the way – until the scars on my chest are exposed. He looks like he might pass out. “I like my scars,” I say. “I earned them. Now, get out.” As soon as the door shuts behind him, I scream. The nurses come rushing in, but I throw my water jug at them. At the rate I’m going they’re going to put me in the psych ward. “Get out!” I scream at them. “Stop telling me how to live my life!”