Constantine’s debut novel is the work of two sisters in collaboration, and these ladies definitely know the formula.Ī Gone Girl–esque confection with villainy and melodrama galore.Īre we not men? We are-well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z (2006).Ī zombie apocalypse is one thing.

A lot of people died.…How about Amber and what she’d gone through?” Meanwhile, poor, stupid Daphne is so caught up in the joy of finally having a friend, she seems to be handing Jackson to her on a platter. For example, as Daphne talks about the many miseries her sister Julie went through before her death, Amber is thinking, “At least Julie had grown up in a nice house with money and parents who cared about her. Amber’s constant, spiteful inner monologue as she plays up to Daphne is the best thing about this book. But once she finds out that Daphne’s failure to give Jackson a male heir is the main source of tension in the marriage, she sees exactly how to make this work.

“All she needed from Daphne was everything.” Everything, in this case, consists of Daphne’s outlandishly wealthy and blisteringly hot husband, Jackson, and all the real estate that comes with him Daphne can definitely keep her two whiny brats. It took a lot of acting skills to cry about a sister who never existed.” Step one complete. What a coincidence-Daphne’s sister died of cystic fibrosis, and, why, so did Amber’s! “Slowing her pace, Amber wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. As she bends to pick it up, Daphne notices that it’s the publication of a cystic fibrosis foundation. One day at the gym, Amber Patterson drops the magazine she’s reading between her exercise bike and that of the woman who happens to be beside her, Daphne Parrish. A wealthy woman with a handsome husband is preyed on by a ruthless con artist.

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