Aimee Sinclair, an up-and-coming actress, is surprised when her husband suddenly disappears in Alice Feeney’s I Know Who You Are. The premise of this novel is intriguing, but the delivery was absolutely frustrating and ultimately disturbing. Aimee is one of those female characters that drinks too much, doubts her memory, and withholds information from the police for no good reason. I wanted to scream at her throughout the novel and often wondered why I was putting myself through the torture of reading about her stupidity. In the end, I did want to know what happened in the story. I got sucked in, but I’m not sure I recommend the book to others that want to keep their sanity.
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