Imagine waking up, going to brush your teeth, and not recognizing the face in the mirror. Your hair is auburn, not the blond now adorning your head. What happened to the gap between your teeth? There’s an expensive ring on your finger you “know” you bought with an inheritance, but it’s not your taste. And that tattoo near your private parts? You have a phobia of needles, so how did that happen?
And you have a headache so bad it feels as if your skull is about to shatter.
Welcome to Obsession.
As usual, Robards’ careful attention to detail help establish the atmosphere of the story (although I think she messed up on the moon phases in this one).
No one is who they seems, except the bad guy. He’s bad.
From page one, this book is full of violence, so if you’re squeamish, I’d avoid it.