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The Last Housewife
by Ashley Winstead
If only it was always like this. If beauty was purely a power and not a target, a vulnerability that could draw the wolves and put you at their mercy.
Ingenious, incredible, shocking, just a well written thriller!
Ok, ok, ok, I'm currently obsessed with this book. The way it was developed it was so powerful and memorable. There are mutiple disturbing scenes showing how exactly men are above women and how they can crush them. But this, as disturbing as it was, was so well done. I was reading with so much attention some fragments, especially from Shay's past when her life was squeezed to a meaningless existence.
And then her internal fights with her true self and her desires felt so real and raw.
I also read and loved In my dreams I hold a knife, but The Last Housewife was so much better in a refreshing way. And I think that most of the readers won't like it just because of that. The main idea in the book is about the inequal balance between the powerful men and the incapable, crushed women. And while that was not fun to read, I will admit it was freaking interesting and absolutely perfect for a thriller.
Maybe I’d performed for so long I wasn’t capable of recognizing my real feelings. Were there even such things, or was everyone always reacting in ways we understood we were supposed to? When did the performance ever end?
Ingenious, incredible, shocking, just a well written thriller!
Ok, ok, ok, I'm currently obsessed with this book. The way it was developed it was so powerful and memorable. There are mutiple disturbing scenes showing how exactly men are above women and how they can crush them. But this, as disturbing as it was, was so well done. I was reading with so much attention some fragments, especially from Shay's past when her life was squeezed to a meaningless existence.
And then her internal fights with her true self and her desires felt so real and raw.
I also read and loved In my dreams I hold a knife, but The Last Housewife was so much better in a refreshing way. And I think that most of the readers won't like it just because of that. The main idea in the book is about the inequal balance between the powerful men and the incapable, crushed women. And while that was not fun to read, I will admit it was freaking interesting and absolutely perfect for a thriller.
Maybe I’d performed for so long I wasn’t capable of recognizing my real feelings. Were there even such things, or was everyone always reacting in ways we understood we were supposed to? When did the performance ever end?