I was dead for 13 minutes.
I don’t remember how I ended up in the icy water but I do know this – it wasn’t an accident and I wasn’t suicidal.
They say you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but when you’re a teenage girl, it’s hard to tell them apart. My friends love me, I’m sure of it. But that doesn’t mean they didn’t try to kill me. Does it?
My first reaction to this brilliant novel was that I was so glad that I was no longer a teenager, even though when I was, I thankfully didn’t know anybody like any of Sarah Pinborough’s characters. Becca was the most likeable of them, she had her faults but she wanted to put things right with the people who mattered to her. I detested Natasha. Even though she had been dead for 13 minutes it was hard to feel any sympathy and liking for somebody who was so self obsessed. There were a lot of twists, I was only really convinced of one persons innocence. The level of cunning displayed by the culprit was chilling.
It’s very clever YA fiction/ psychological crime that anybody who likes either genre should try.
With thanks to the publisher for the copy via netgalley.