Blurb: Some things aren’t meant to be remembered . . .
They’re calling it the worst pileup in London history. Margaret Holloway is driving home, but her mind is elsewhere—on a troubled student, her daughter’s acting class, the next day’s meeting—when she’s rear-ended and trapped in the wreckage. Just as she begins to panic, a disfigured stranger pulls her from the car seconds before it’s engulfed in flames. Then he simply disappears.
Though she escapes with minor injuries, Margaret feels that something’s wrong. She’s having trouble concentrating. Her emotions are running wild. More than that, flashbacks to the crash are also dredging up lost associations from her childhood, fragments of events that had been wiped from her memory. Whatever happened, she didn’t merely forget—she chose to forget. And somehow, Margaret knows deep down that it has something to do with the man who saved her life.
As Margaret uncovers a mystery with chilling implications for her family and her very identity, Everything She Forgot winds through a riveting dual narrative and asks the question: How far would you go to hide the truth—from yourself?
Review: Overall, this was an okay story, but it took a really long time to tell it, dragging the reader along on a rather tedious, flip floppy journey on the way.
It is one thing to tell the story from differing perspectives, but to have a handful of those perspectives all along change suddenly to getting a new one tossed at you in the middle or at the 90% mark made absolutely no sense at all and just made it weird and confusing. There is so much that goes on in this, mostly in the past, that was either just not all the necessary or could have easily been presented to the reader in a much more concise and cohesive manner that it would have made the book quite a bit more interesting and a lot less dry.
I kept thinking that part of the reason for some of the back and forth on the times and perspectives was to set up this big plot twist, but it ended up ending pretty much exactly the way I expected it to from about a 1/4 of the way in which wasn’t anything that made me feel like I’d gotten something really good out of the time it took to read this. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t great either.