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Fifty Shades Freed By E L James

Sometimes you can just have too much of a good thing.

I believe one of my GR friends called this book an “exhausting melodramatic hot mess.” (Thanks, Amy!) After having stayed awake until 3:00am to try to push through said mess, I would have to agree.

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I really wanted to love this book. When I read Fifty Shades of Grey I was mesmerized – I’d never read anything like it. The story stuck with me for days, and I immediately bought the second book and it was much the same thing. There were little hints of things that bothered me in the second book – I have a pretty visceral reaction to people in a relationship using the words “let” (as in “he let me go out”) and the second book was peppered with these. In the first book, Christian was a Dom, and I expected that from him. In the second book Christian had ostensibly let go of that life, and was struggling to let go of his issues with control. In this book, he seemed to me to be just an insecure overbearing asshole, who used sex to distract Ana and get her to do what he wanted. You know how in some cultures they say they put women on a pedestal, which amounts to stripping them of the ability to express an opinion, to have a say, to be told what’s going on and eventually they can’t leave the house? That’s what Christian reminded me of. “Oh, I’m so worried about you, I love you so much, I can’t bear to have you out of my sight, don’t go to work, it’s because I love you so much, you are my whole world, and if you do I’ll buy the company and bankrupt it so you won’t have a job to go to. But it’s because I love you so much and I’m so afraid something will happen to you.” Shudders. I just wasn’t ok with it in this book.

(eta: And the hickey thing when they were on their honeymoon???? Juvenile, petty, mean, vindictive. I hated it. I would have fucking killed him.)

Fifty’s possessiveness, aggressiveness and control issues were getting pretty old by the middle of this story. Watching Ana run around constantly trying to discern if he was angry with her, and changing her behaviour to fit his moods was much worse in this book than the second — what was vaguely unsettling in Fifty Shades Darker became downright disturbing in Fifty Shades Freed. I should do a Kindle search for “please don’t be mad at me”. Together with “Holy Fuck” and “I love this man” they make up a good portion of the book.

And Ana didn’t sit much better with me this time around, either. Her voice as narrator, which resonated so much with me in the first 2 books, grated on me this time. Other reviews complained of how immature she sounds; I finally agree. Frankly, I got tired of hearing how much she “loved this man”, this “beautiful man”, her husband, her Fifty. It seemed to me that after 2 books of hearing how she can’t believe someone that physically beautiful could love her that it would be toned down a bit. To me, it seemed to have been cranked up even higher in this book. She doesn’t say it to herself as much as she did, but her actions and her words and even the way she thinks of Christian screams it.

(“Ohferchrissakes,” I remember thinking. “You let him shave your snatch but you won’t PEE in front of him? How do you ever expect to build a marriage with him?”)

It all seemed so over the top, almost hokey, all surface declarations of this all-consuming passionate love and I wasn’t really buying it this time around. They both seemed desperate, and for each step they took forward, they slid backwards twice as far.

The epilogue and the HEA were nice, but I felt like it could easily have been an add-on to the second book and we could have skipped this one entirely.

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Yeah, I’ve continued with the series. Why, you ask? Why, when I so thoroughly despised Fifty Shades of Grey, would I do this to myself?

Why, for the fun factor, of course! Bad writing tends to make me giddy because I’m much better at being a horribly judgmental person critic than I am at….well, most anything else. Reading books this awful actually brings a certain amount of joy into my life. Plus, I had a few people tell me they couldn’t wait for my reviews of the second and third Fifty books. Alas, here I am. Unfortunately (for me), Fifty Shades Darker wasn’t quite as bad as as its predecessor. Don’t get me wrong, it was still awful, but the rage-inducing badness of the first wasn’t quite as powerful here. Or maybe I’ve built up a bit of an immunity. No matter, it’s still bad, and I’m still going to have a hell of a lot of fun writing about it. Now, the first installment in this series made me so angry, I could barely write a coherent review. I’ll be using more source material this time around (but don’t worry, there will still be gifs).

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Very first sentence:
“He’s come back. Mommy’s asleep or she’s sick again.”

My reaction to that sentence was a snort of laughter.

We begin with a prologue of Christian Grey having a night terror regarding a childhood memory. I simply couldn’t help laughing when his mom’s pimp treated me to six utterances of, “You are one .” In a row.

After the prologue, we’re right back in Anastasia’s head (it’s a good thing there’s room for us in there). We’re treated to a chapter of her wallowing in depression and self-pity while wasting away because Christian isn’t there to remind her that eating is a fundamental aspect of survival. We’re also introduced to Ana’s new job at SIP, a small publishing company, and to her new boss. Mr. Jack Hyde.

Mr. Hyde? Really?

Psst! He’s a villain! It isn’t at all obvious, either. Total surprise.

After what seems a rather generous amount of whining from Ana, she and Christian are back together. Yay! All that screwed-up physical violence forgotten. It’s so sweet, too, their reunion. Christian asks Ana why she didn’t safeword in the midst of his assault (which occurred at the end of the first book), and she admits that she was overwhelmed and just…forgot. Call me crazy, but to me, this is understandable. You’re not used to this consensual punishment thing (not to mention the fact that you never explicitly consented in the first place) and your man is enjoying viciously turning your ass into a slab of raw beef, and you forget there’s an easy way out of it. I get that. Christian, not so much. He asks how he’s ever going to trust her again. And Ana? She apologizes.


Was I angry when I read that? Shit, yes, but thankfully, things ended up taking a turn. Ana sort of starts to stand up for herself and Christian begins to catch on that he’s a total d-bag and maybe he should tone it down. This is where the story changed for me. It went from all-out rage-inducing (like the first book), to incomprehensible hilarity. I had thought the first line was good, but in comparison, lines like this are pure comedic gold:

“I want you, and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twisting in my dark soul.”


Oh my, it’s my dream man. He’s crazy with a side of fries and he utters the worst romanticisms this side of a Nicholas Sparks novel.

The sex scenes are tamer in terms of their content, but they’re also extremely limited in terms of content. The same thing happens every time; Christian flashes Ana a “look”, during which his eyes darken (he might have a serious ocular condition), desire “pools in her belly”, some undressing occurs, then there’s nipple teasing, he blows, sucks, nips, licks, whatever, and she is usually pretty passive, save for her gyrating hips, which were once “caught up in his cool vanilla spell” (I couldn’t make this shit up), and then….Ana explodes.

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Oh, and she apparently loses consciousness after every orgasm. Why is this happening? She might be anemic. She should get that checked out.

There was one really gross sex scene, though. The ice cream scene. Christian is dripping ice cream all over Ana, and I was going, “Ewwww!” because I really hate the stickiness of sugary foods anywhere on my body, and can you imagine that shit getting in your hair? (Oh, hush). Whatever, that’s not the point. The point is, this doesn’t sound right: “He shifts lower and starts eating the ice cream in my belly…”


It’s the Zombie plague! It’s got hold of Fifty! It’s Fifty shades of viscera!!

Aaaanywho, where was I? Oh, right, the sex. Boring. Even more boring than in the first book because the same wording is used for nearly every scene. And since there are a lot of sex scenes, I experienced no less than 15 instances of deja vu. Even my inner voice sounded bored; “He slides his fingers in and swirls, blah blah blah, erection digging into my hip, yadda yadda, gotta remember to pick up milk at the store tomorrow…”


The tiresomely redundant writing would probably be a little easier to deal with if not for the fact that the majority of it is used to express the thoughts of what is unquestionably the dumbest character in the history of literature. Ana is a mental midget. This is not about her choices, it’s about her inability to comprehend even the simplest of concepts. I think my favorite demonstration was during a charity auction Christian’s parents were hosting. One of Christian’s “ex-subs” (that’s ex-submissive for those who aren’t in the know *wink wink*) is wandering around, apparently armed and gunning for Ana. Or Christian. We never really know for sure, but anyway, because of this threat, Christian has hired more security. Taylor, Christian’s chief bodyguard, now has three guys under his command, and all four of them are cruising the party, keeping an eye out for Ms. Small, Dark, and Nutsy. After watching a fireworks display (during which Ana was awed like a four-year-old), I was treated to this exchange:

Christian: “Stay with me a moment. Taylor wants us to wait while the crowd disperses.”
Ana: (thinks) Oh.
Christian: “I think that fireworks display probably aged him a hundred years.”
Ana: “Doesn’t he like fireworks?”


That’s not even the best part, though. The best part is Christian’s reaction:

“Christian gazes down at me fondly and shakes his head but doesn’t elaborate.”


I had a really hard time not imagining what went through Christian’s mind. You know what I’m talking about. “Oh, darling, it’s a good thing you’re hot. Otherwise I’d take you up in Charlie Tango right now and push you out somewhere over the Space Needle.”

There were times, of course, when the idiocy wasn’t restricted to Ana and her vacuous noggin. At one point, Christian and Ana are discussing his crazy ex-sub, Leila, and Ana can tell Christian is holding something back, so she snaps at Christian to tell her what’s going on.

“She managed to obtain a concealed weapons permit yesterday.”


Really? I know E.L. James is a Brit, and yeah, maybe she views this as the United States of Barbarity, but you can’t just wander into a gun store and ask for a goddamn CPL. In fact, in Washington state, it can take up to 60 days for an out-of-state resident to receive theirs, and that’s after the background check. The stupid doesn’t end there, though.

“Oh shit. I gaze at him, blinking, and feel the blood draining from my face as I absorb this news. I may faint. Suppose she wants to kill him? No. “That means she can just buy a gun,” I whisper.”

Well, sure, if she wants to be all obvious about it. I kinda figured she’d go the subtle route and get herself a bunny.


It was during moments like that when I wished I knew Ana in real life, simply for of the amount of fun that could be had with her.

“Ana, you don’t understand. It’s so much worse than that. A concealed weapons permit means she can buy a concealed weapon. Concealed weapons are….invisible.”


Did I mention Ana’s dumb? Well, guess what? She also has the emotional maturity of a fruit fly. It’s worse than hanging out with a love-sick 14-year-old. Why? Because it’s hanging out with a love-sick 21-year-old with the emotional maturity of a fruit fly. I thought I made this clear. You know who else made it clear? E.L. James. I was beaten over the head over and over and over again with Ana’s self-doubt and insecurities. She’s so unsure of herself, in fact, that she keeps asking the reader questions; “What is he trying to tell me?” “What does he/she mean?” “What is going on?” “What should I do?” “Where is our relationship going?” “What was that about?” “Where are we going?” “What is he planning?” “What is he gonna do?” “How does he know?”

Hey, Ana! Guess what?!


When she’s not whining, crying, giggling, getting railed, or giving herself a migraine trying to think, she’s going on and on in these relentless inner diatribes about how hot/sexy/adorable/god-like/beautiful Christian is, and joy is erupting inside her every time she realizes she’s with him, and she gets a warm feeling whenever she thinks about how much she lurves him, and on and on and ooooon. Her inner goddess (ridiculous metaphor for her vagina) is still annoyingly present, and her subconscious has gotten even bitchier (just how Ana knows what’s going on in her subconscious has yet to be determined). One of the best parts about her inner dialogue is that she’s always telling us what’s going on after we’ve had the scene described to us. And several times she reacts with astounded shock that someone *gasp* changed the subject. (No. I am not kidding.)

Ana is that special friend you end up wanting to choke to death every time you talk to her, but you don’t have the ambition to tell her to go herself with a rake, so you avoid her when you can, and when you can’t, you sit around listening to her inane babbling like…


Her insecurity reaches monumental, mind-blowing levels, however, when she finds Leila (remember her?) in her apartment. Lord Fisterbottom rushes in to save the day, of course, but then Ana watches him go all “Dom” on Leila to defuse the situation. Then he ends up at Leila’s side, stroking her hair, trying to chillaxe the crazy broad, and Ana starts getting jealous! Right there, I’m not kidding! She doesn’t want to leave the apartment because she’s afraid of what will happen between Christian and Loony Tunes! Taylor has to forcibly remove Ana from her apartment, and the whole time we’re treated to Ana’s bullshit thoughts regarding whether or not Christian is going to leave her for Leila.

up, right? There’s a time and a place for insecurity; that ain’t it.

Oh, then she finds out Christian gave Leila a bath. What that has to do with the story, I have no idea.

So are you getting the gist? Lots and lots of melodrama. Well, we haven’t gotten to Christian’s melodrama yet, so prepare yourselves. He starts freaking out on Ana, telling her she can’t leave, she means everything to him, he needs her, blah blah blah, and then….then he says, “I’m a sadist, Ana. I like to whip little brown-haired girls like you because you all look like the crack whore – my birth mother.”

Say what? Normal reaction to this is revulsion and horror. To give her some credit, Ana is a little horrified. Does she leave?

“Then it hit me like a wrecking ball. If he’s a sadist, he really needs all that whipping and caning shit. . I put my head in my hands. “So it’s true,” I whisper, glancing up at him, “I can’t give you what you need.” This is it – this really does mean we are incompatible.”

That is not the proper response to your boyfriend’s revelation that he likes to abuse and sex you because you look like his mom! This is:

There’s also a helicopter crash, a marriage proposal, a showdown with an ephebophile, and an attempted rape. Why? Because why the ?

I don’t even know where to go from here. This book is ridiculous. Even more so than the first since it’s trying to sell the reader on this impossible scenario. You cannot change an abusive man, and it is dangerous folly to try. Quit romanticizing it. Fantasy is one thing, impossible delusions are quite another.

I suppose I’ll close with one of my favorite lines from the mind of the magnificently inept Miss Steele:

“Raiding the fridge once more, I gather potatoes, ham, and – Yes! – peas from the freezer.”


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A literature student and a young entrepreneur enter into an erotic relationship.

by E.L. Jame


Ana is just a giant mess of a human being. She’s insecure to the point of it being laughable, ‘klutzy’ (even though she only trips twice in the entire book), and a complete ditz. She’s a virgin (of course) who’s never taken any sexual interest in anyone before. Right. I’m fairly certain there hasn’t been a woman this naive since ’round about 1954. At one point, she thinks putting her hair in pigtails will keep her safe from Christian’s lusty advances.’ really? She “flushes” constantly, and on several occasions referred to her hoo-hoo-naughty place as “down there.”


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Christian is a misogynistic, self-loathing, abusive piece of shit. Apparently, his only redeeming qualities are, in this order; his ridiculous good looks, his money, and his giant penis. The only time Ana seems to like him as a person is when he’s being “lovable”, and those times are few and far between. Most of the time he’s serious, brooding, and threatening. How charming.

I knew from the very first line this wasn’t going to be good.

“I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror.”

It was cemented that early, my deep, deep dislike for this moronic, simpering asshole. Your hair won’t behave? Guess what?

My suspicions were confirmed a few pages later when Ana admits that any “sympathy” she feels for her sick friend is “unwelcome”. Unwelcome, apparently because her friend is beautiful, even when she has the flu…? What a petty, jealous cunt.

The only thing that made the first 4% of this book tolerable was the fact that I read it aloud to my younger brother, and his frequent commentary was amusingly distracting. Once he gave up, however, I had to travel the rest of the road alone. What a painful journey it was.

My first impressions of Ana were bad (deservedly so). What were my first impressions of Christian? Well…

That’s how I felt about Christian Grey. From the beginning. Any time an author tries to sell me on a character’s “charm” by waxing hormonal about how “ridiculously good-looking” he is, I snicker inwardly. I can’t think why….


Anyway, after reading about the description of Christian’s building (hello, first penis metaphor), I had to sit through the awful dialogue between these smarmy idiots and hope beyond hope that something, anything, would distract me enough to see me through to the end. Turns out, I found something about 15% through. I went back and counted, and kept track throughout the rest of the book, and do you have any idea how many  times Ana said “Oh my” in this monumentally bad missive? Do you? I’ll tell you; 79! 79  times. “He pulled me back against his chest…oh my.” “He began kissing a trail down my belly, oh my.” “He’s an insufferable douchenozzle, oh my!” (I’m just thankful that neither lions, tigers, nor bears were brought into this mess at any point.)

About halfway through, I wished I’d been keeping track of the word “crap” because Ana is constantly saying/thinking it. Crap, Holy Crap, Double and Triple Crap, Oh Crap, This Crap, That Crap, any and all Crap. Speaking of crap, if I ever, ever ever have to hear/read the words “inner goddess” again, I’m going to construct a pyre out of tampons and maxi pads, light it, and toss unsuspecting women into it.

^My inner goddess will cap yours in the face if you don’t shut the f up^

I’m sorry, I just couldn’t take any of this seriously. His playroom. His playroom? Really?

Or how about his weird-ass issues with food? He wants the girl slim and in shape, yet he won’t stop trying to force her to eat!

I simply love the attempt E.L. James made at giving these pathetic shells personalities. Ana wears Converse, drives a vintage car, and likes classic British lit. *Yawn* haven’t heard any of that before. And Christian; we know Christian’s super deep and sophisticated because he plays the piano and listens to obscure classical music. This is how we know Edward Christian is really just a lost soul in need of love; his love of music. Everyone knows that no one threatening listens to music. Music lovers just aren’t capable of doing anything bad.

^Surprise! Psychos like music, too.^

Since this is considered nothing more than “mommy porn”, I will attempt to pander to that particular demographic for a moment. Were the sex scenes well-written? Well, none of it was particularly well-written. The sex scenes could be kind of…honestly, they were kind of boring. I’ve had more exciting sex myself, so I guess reader response to the sex scenes is dependent on reader experience. There’s nothing revolutionary here, and a lot of it is just plain unrealistic. I mean, come on, he pretty much jackhammers her hymen and she walks away with nothing more than a passing, pleasant soreness? Riiiight. How about the time he gives her a handjob with a soapy washcloth? Hello? Apparently neither one of them has ever heard of a urinary tract infection. Oh, or we could talk about her first time giving Christian a blowjob, during which Ana established herself as some kind of Queen of Deepthroat.


Anyone wanna hear about the tampon scene? Oh, you’ve already heard about the tampon scene? Yeah, same here, although hearing about it and reading the actual scene are a bit different. For some reason, you imagine it being worse than it actually is, while at the same time, reading about it is more horrifying than you could possibly imagine.

“He reaches between my legs and pulls on the blue string…what! And…gently pulls my tampon out and tosses it into the nearby toilet.”

Look, I’m not against sex during menses, but a guy plucking out a girl’s tampon? Yeah, gross. I’m not a prude, but there are certain lines people just shouldn’t cross. What makes it worse is that Christian is just thrilled that Ana’s raggin’ because he hates using condoms.

Apparently, Mr. GinormoDick doesn’t know that a woman can get pregnant while on her period. Which is hilarious considering all the teaching and training he’s doing to remedy Ana’s sexual ignorance.

Sexual dependence, thy name is Anastasia Steele. We’re supposed to believe that this girl has gone 21 years neither having had sex nor masturbating? Hm. Well, Christian’s supposed sexual prowess makes a bit more sense now, as does Ana’s assertion that he has a giant bologna wand. She has absolutely zero experience, and she’s never once had anything “in there”. Thing could be the size of a baby carrot and she’d still be like, “Oh, my glob! How is it ever going to fit?!”

It’s good that she stockpiled all those potential orgasms, though, because now she’s capable of having like, 15 a day or something. It’s ridiculous. Come to think of it, Christian’s obsession with her eating habits makes a bit more sense now. She was probably beginning to look like something out of a horror movie.

Seriously, though, are we going to take the word of a girl who is apparently so undersexed she’s never even masturbated? I guess I can sort of understand this obsession with some kind of an awakening, but…really? “Oh, he’s soooo good in bed!” How the hell would she know?! She has absolutely nothing with which to compare, not even her own damn hand!

Now I’ll be totally honest, the biggest issue I have with Fifty Shades of Shit is neither the sex nor the horrible writing. It’s the plot. Thin as it is, it’s still there, its core message being that, given enough time, you can change someone. While I don’t have any problem with this if all you’re trying to do is help them to lose weight or quit smoking, when you’re talking about an emotionally and (dangerously close to) physically abusive relationship, sending that kind of message is ridiculous and irresponsible. Christian is controlling, possessive, condescending, and cruel. He doesn’t allow Ana to behave as she normally would, and Ana just puts up with it, insistent that if she can give him what he wants, when he wants, as often as he wants, she can eventually begin to pull his strings. Will it work? In the books, probably. In real life? No. Almost never. How many idiotic, weak women are going to waste their lives on some emotionally retarded prick because they’ve read shit like this and think this kind of -up fairytale will come true for them? I’ve known women with this mentality. “Oh, he’s so dark and dangerous and threatening, but he’s got a sad, lonely side, and if I could just figure out what’s wrong, I could change him!”

Wake the  up, he may be hot, he may have a huge dick, he may even be rich, that doesn’t make him a good person. It doesn’t even make him a potentially good person. Quit.Being.A.. (Look, I can make my words Staccato like Christian. Now hold still while I choke you until you pass out…)

^Ana and Christian^ – “I said don’t roll your eyes at me!!”

Christian stalks Ana (which she turns into a joke), and whispers things to her “threateningly”. She’s constantly afraid he’s going to beat the crap out of her, and with good reason as he, on more than one occasion, tells her he’s going to/wants to.

Potential rape is downplayed. Ana’s friend, Jake Jose, starts pushing himself on her rather vehemently when they’re both drunk. Ana repeatedly says no, but Jose just keeps trying to go in for the kill. Admiral Chaps busts on up with his riding crop, however, and saves her. Ana (understandably) avoids Jose for a while after that, and when her other friend asks her why, all Ana says is, “He made a pass at me.” Later on, she and Jose are friends again, the “attempted kiss” forgotten. *Sigh*

Rapists appear to be a theme. Christian tells Ana that he gets off on having complete and total control over another person. This is not just in the bedroom, but in Ana’s overall life. On several occasions, he fails to yield when Ana says no, plunging on regardless, assured she’ll like whatever he does, anyway, so why bother stopping?

And there are women out there who think this is romantic.

I wish you the best of luck, ladies. May you get everything your hearts desire And when your dreamboats start giving you black eyes and pushing you down stairs, don’t come crying to me.

By the way, for all you ladies bustin’ out your toys while daydreaming about Hunky Mr. Grey, I want you to do something for me. It’ll only take a moment. Close your eyes. Think about all the things Christian Grey does in the book. Not just those supposed sweet things, but really, everything. His condescension, his control, his insane jealousy, his threats…..and now….imagine he looks like this:

Still turned on?

The end of the book was absolutely hilarious, with Ana fleeing in emotional tumult because Christian can’t give her what she needs (love! *sniff*).

And we’re treated to her alternately being angry about the pain and humiliation she faced at Christian’s hands, and chastising herself for being a failure and for being mean to Christian. It really is classic abuse mentality. She’s pathetic. And I hate her. A lot.

It’s this kind of ignorant trash that sets feminism back decades. Women who defend this book are, however unwittingly, participating in some of the most blatant misogyny I’ve ever witnessed, giving the impression that some women enjoy being debased, abused, and controlled (outside of a consensual dom/sub relationship). This is not a book about BDSM, this is a book about one sick, abusive man and his obsession with a young, naive invertebrate. It’s a book about a girl who has absolutely no sense of self, who sacrifices any pretense of individuality in order to hold onto a man who doesn’t even show her the faintest glimmer of respect. It’s about two attention-starved individuals with the emotional maturity of toilet paper convincing themselves that their relationship is ‘like, the best thing ever, OMG’. It’s trite, insulting, and dangerous. I fear for any impressionable young women who read this and think that this is how an ideal relationship should operate. If nothing else, it should be issued as a guidebook to mothers around the world to show their daughters the kind of man to avoid at all costs. This book does good men (and indeed, all of humanity) a disservice.

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Their marital un-bliss is so destructive it could undo George and Martha who burned up the pages of Edward Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

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How did things get so bad? That’s the reason to read this book. Gillian Flynn — whose award-winning Dark Places and Sharp Objects also shone a dark light on weird and creepy, not to mention uber dysfunctional characters — delves this time into what happens when two people marry and one spouse has no idea who their beloved really is.

Life starts to unravel when Nick and Amy lose their jobs in New York and move to Hannibal, Mo., to care for Nick’s ailing mom. One day, Amy disappears and, because they always do, the police take a close look at the seemingly distraught husband.

To peel away even one layer of what happens to Nick and Amy is giving too much away. Nick insists he had nothing to do with her disappearance even though he’s a liar and a cheat. Someone may be setting him up, and as the investigation goes deeper, he’s looking more and more like a murderer with a means and a motive.

Flynn tells this dark story by alternating first-person accounts from Amy and Nick. What you’ll find within their sides of the story will astound readers who will roll over, look at their mate and wonder “Who are you, really?”

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Tony Judt, Timothy Snyder, “Thinking the Twentieth Century”
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The final book of the brilliant historian and indomitable public critic Tony Judt, Thinking the Twentieth Century maps the issues and concerns of a turbulent age on to a life of intellectual conflict and engagement.

The twentieth century comes to life as an age of ideas–a time when, for good and for ill, the thoughts of the few reigned over the lives of the many. Judt presents the triumphs and the failures of prominent intellectuals, adeptly explaining both their ideas and the risks of their political commitments. Spanning an era with unprecedented clarity and insight, Thinking the Twentieth Century is a tour-de-force, a classic engagement of modern thought by one of the century’s most incisive thinkers.

The exceptional nature of this work is evident in its very structure–a series of intimate conversations between Judt and his friend and fellow historian Timothy Snyder, grounded in the texts of the time and focused by the intensity of their vision. Judt’s astounding eloquence and range are here on display as never before. Traversing the complexities of modern life with ease, he and Snyder revive both thoughts and thinkers, guiding us through the debates that made our world. As forgotten ideas are revisited and fashionable trends scrutinized, the shape of a century emerges. Judt and Snyder draw us deep into their analysis, making us feel that we too are part of the conversation. We become aware of the obligations of the present to the past, and the force of historical perspective and moral considerations in the critique and reform of society, then and now.

In restoring and indeed exemplifying the best of intellectual life in the twentieth century, Thinking the Twentieth Century opens pathways to a moral life for the twenty-first. This is a book about the past, but it is also an argument for the kind of future we should strive for: Thinking the Twentieth Century is about the life of the mind–and the mindful life.

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