Verityby Published 07 Dec 2018
|Publisher||Hoover Ink, Inc.|
Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of bestselling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish.
Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read. Page after page of bone-chilling admissions, including Verity's recollection of what really happened the day her daughter died.
Lowen decides to keep the manuscript hidden from Jeremy, knowing its contents would devastate the already grieving father. But as Lowen's feelings for Jeremy begin to intensify, she recognizes all the ways she could benefit if he were to read his wife's words. After all, no matter how devoted Jeremy is to his injured wife, a truth this horrifying would make it impossible for him to continue to love her.
A standalone romantic thriller from #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, releasing December 18th.
C.R.A.Z.Y. To! The! Hilt!
CoHo has one vivid imagination, and I for one, am glad she shared this ‘way out there’ creative plot line with the rest of us.
Let me tell you there were so many “What the what?” moments, I had to keep reminding myself I wasn’t reading a Stephen King or Greer Hendricks novel.
I really wouldn’t put this in the romance category, albeit plenty of sex scenes are a plenty. It is totally more af a psychological thriller.
Now you might be saying to yourself, ‘But this is Colleen Hoover and she writes romance novels.’ I know, right?!? Well, she ventured completely out of her box this go round!
I think this would make a great buddy read. So much to digest, dissect and discuss. So ‘much’ still swirling in my head ;)
I am really glad I refrained from reading anyone else’s review, despite the temptation. I know I continue to sound like a broken record in one review after the other, but good gracious sakes, go in blind, prepare to be gob-smacked and enjoy the outlandish ride!
Me, rollerblading into my therapist’s office with sunglasses and a piña colada and dropping this book on the desk with a resounding thud: Yo, we need to talk about this.
Why read Verity when you can just pull out a Ouija board and summon a demon? I'm sure it’ll have the same effect. I finished this book feeling completely sapped of life, as if I've been bleeding freely for the past few hours instead of simply reading. I wish I could just shake my head to dissolve the memory of that ending, to disarrange it somehow. Because, of all the things I’d braced myself for, that did not cross my mind.
So, what’s this book about?
Lowen Ashleigh is set free from the long tedium of her daily life when she’s employed by Jeremy Crawford to ghostwrite the remaining books in a popular series his wife, Verity, is unable to finish due to an unfortunate accident. Lowe acquiesces in the spirit of hope: that this opportunity would help her acquire some small measure of celebrity that would be pure oxygen to the fire of her career. But nothing prepares Lowe for the purity of dread that clamps down her like a vise when she stumbles upon Verity’s autobiography. Verity’s secrets soon take up so much space in the house that there is barely any room left for Lowe’s body. Now she has to force what she’s reading into what she knew of Verity, Jeremy, and their lives together. She has to weave it in among what she expected.
Sooner or later, the whole truth would spill, and this fraught waiting would come to an end—with havoc, and screaming, and loss.
“After all, this is a house full of Chronics. The next tragedy is already long overdue.”I relish books that make me backtrack my own declarations of preference, the ones that catch me completely off-guard, astonish me, keep me on my toes. Verity is not at all what I expected, and I think it is all the better for it. I’d gone on in mystery, but not without speculation and a vast deal of skepticism. I made the mistake of perceiving this book through the haze of my opinions on Hoover’s early books, and it didn’t look quite like I remembered. I’ve never been happier to be so astronomically wrong, because this book absolutely lives up to the buzz.
Verity is a fiendishly clever, mind-bending whirligig of a book. It’s a hall of mirrors where everything is a vacant reflection, including the people who live there. Hoover lures and tricks and sets obstacles to drive you into her toils. She wields her unreliable characters to stunning effect, confounding, disturbing and delighting in turn, and draws you into a world where illusion informs reality and time enfolds hauntingly. Not only is nothing what it seems, it’s not even what it seems after it’s been revealed to be not what it seems. I was entrapped in this story long before I even realized that the net has been cast.
I love how wild the energy was in this book, barely controllable yet perfectly controlled. Hoover drapes Lowe’s unease and confusion over the reader by keeping us in the same disconcerting darkness. Danger pulses all around. Every page is very thin ice to skate on. You can scarcely see the freshly hideous future taking shape ahead of you, yet you can feel it all the same. I have a quirk of prudence in me that’s hard to break and if I were Lowe, I’d have gotten the hell out of that place. I couldn’t fathom how her fear couldn’t properly kindle. I’d have been impressed if I weren’t too distressed and I’d have appreciated her courage if I weren’t too preoccupied repeating a litany of “GET OUT OF THERE” in my head.
And, oh my God, the ending. It struck me backhanded. Verity offers you no solidity of truth that you could hold in your hands. Even as I was reading the last chapter, I was mining it for clues, trying to make sense of something so innately senseless. Everything I’ve read up until that point felt like a false memory, and I was left shaking my fist at the whole book for leaving me on such a hideous note as it did.
In conclusion, stories like Verity, are the reason I’m going to be one of those parents in their forties that make their kids go to sleep at 6 pm so they can drink scotch in the bath and have an existential crisis about that book they read back in 2018!
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I've pulled up this review and tried to make the words come for a couple of days now, but every time I try to write the words all that comes to mind is WTF Colleen?! Obviously we were warned going in that this one would but much different than her other novels, but she didn't tell us that it would be so compulsive and I wouldn't be able to live my life while reading it. How dare she?? But seriously, this book was so delicious in a seriously twisted way, and I feel slightly guilty admitting that I loved Verity so much due to its dark and disturbing nature.
"Find what you love and let it kill you." -Charles Bukowski
There's not really much you can say about the plot here, other than read it for yourself ya filthy animal you really should just go into it blind. Obviously there are numerous content warnings,[spoilers removed] , but it you're open to picking up this book with as little knowledge of the story as possible it will be in your best interest.
"Most people come to New York to be discovered. The rest of us come here to hide."
The characters here are deviously flawed, every last one of them, and I love this. I'm a sucker for storylines that feature the writing of a book inside the plot, and this was no exception. The varying between Low's present tense POV and the chapters featuring Verity's autobiography built the most exquisite tension, and by the end of the novel we are flipping pages as quickly as Low is, trying to decipher where this is going and what's going to happen. Also, that epilogue. That is all I will say, other than I'm respectful and grateful to CoHo for leaving this book without the neat wrapping and shiny bow. There are pieces of the story that are essentially left up to the reader to determine their thoughts on, and while a bloody and gruesome story, this will make a fabulous book club novel with copious discussion points. Highly recommended if you can stomach the content, but beware reader-once you pick it up, you certainly won't want to set it down until you turn the final page.
A manipulative mind f*ck that will keep you guessing!
Verity is a psychological thriller in which the lines between fiction and reality blur together creating an illusion of truth.
A struggling author is offered a lucrative deal: continue writing the popular a bestselling series, get out of debt and be in the presence of a sexy man. SOunds too good to be true? Lowen Ashleigh must find out for herself. She heads to Vermont and begins her journey into famous author Verity Crawford’s mind. While digging through Verity’s notes, she comes across a manuscript which appears to be Verity’s autobiography. Lowen gets caught up in Verity’s story that weaves together a tale of obsession, lies, and death. But one must wonder, is Lowen reading fact or fiction?
This book sucked me in from the very beginning--it’s addictive and VERY hard to put down. Verity’s chapters were truly batsh*t crazy. Lowen’s narrative was quite interesting as well, but there were times when I was begging for her to pick up Verity’s manuscript again so that I could read another chapter of craziness. I had a theory early on and, while I was correct, I am still left wondering over the truth of Verity’s story. Verity has all of the elements of a good thriller: It’s intense, dark, and very twisted. Best of all, it still has me questioning the different versions of the truth presented!
Thank you to all of my Goodreads friends for putting this book on my radar!
the queen of butterflies, rainbow heartbeats and chocolately warm book hugs is writing a psychological thriller
you don't even understand how ready i am for this