A girl went through an accident where she almost drowned and from then on she can’t really remember her previous life. The sister who stares at her in pure hatred looks familiar, her parents look familiar, and yet there’s something off. But who really is off? She or the rest of the world?

Until the story was in between, and I kept asking myself if she lost her mind, or something strange was really happening, I was totally smitten with the book. Loved the moments you couldn’t be completely sure whether they really happened or were the girl’s delusions (she swallowing small dolls, and necklaces to name one). But then the matter settled, and as in all horrors, things got worse. The novel took a sort of Neil Gaimanesque turn, which I do love but didn’t expect here.

The writing however is truly something, and the characters are lovely, and the story unfolds beautifully. I was just expecting something else entirely.