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Author: Spencer Seidel
ISBN: 978-1-935557-69-2
Publisher: Publishing Works., Inc.
Format: Trade Paperback
$14.95
How I read it: ARC from Meryl L. Moss Media Relations
Rating 3.5 Crowns
THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH LEE…
Late one night out on the Eastern Promenade Trail in Portland, Maine, the police discover an incoherent teenager sitting in a pool of blood, holding the body of his best friend and the murder weapon. The girl they both love has been missing for weeks.
Dr. Lisa Boyers, forensic psychologist, receives a call from an old friend, a connection to her troubled past. Attorney Rudy Swaner wants her to interview the young killer, Paul Ducharme, who is claiming he doesn’t remember the events leading up to the murder.
In her jailhouse interviews, Lisa helps Paul to recover his memories. But Paul’s disturbing love story forces her to confront her own ugly, violent secrets.
Lisa soon finds herself the focus of an over-zealous reporter and media hype that drags her unwilling into the spotlight and threatens to uncover secrets she’d rather not share.
(from the back of the arc)
My Thoughts:
A friend of mine (who has exquisite literary tastes) had highly recommend Spencer Seidel’s debut novel, Dead of Wynter, (which I loved) so when I received the opportunity to review Lovesick I immediately knew I had to review this book.
I should start out by saying that Lovesick is more like two stories in one book and while I had hoped that both would be equally intriguing that was not to be. I found myself highly interested in Paul’s story while I had to force myself to focus on Lisa’s story.
Lovesick was a quick and interesting read…although it was a bit too easy to see where the story was headed, I would have liked for it to have been a bit harder to figure out.
Overall, the book kind of reminded me of a Lifetime movie—a steady plot too easy to uncover where one story stands out above the rest with an ending you can easily predict.
Please enjoy this excerpt:
She reached her car, fumbled her keys. Dropped them.
She bent to pick them up and turned around. Chad the Little Bugger was standing behind her.
Her breath ran out of her chest in a hot rush.
Chad said, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” A little smile curled up one side of his mouth.
Lisa stood up.
Chad took a step closer and held out his hand.
Lisa jumped back and instinctively clutched at her light jacket, closing it. She said, “If there is something I can help you with Chad, I’m afraid it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”
Chad stepped in closer. He took his bag off his shoulder.
Lisa turned her back on him and struggled to get her key in the lock. She was beginning to panic.
“There is something,” he said. He unzipped the bag. http://sharonsgardenofbookreviews.blogspot.com/
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