You, by Caroline Kepnes, is one fucked up read. I couldn’t put it down. And then of course, I started wondering what that meant about me as a person. Which I think is the mark of a good book. It’s dark dark dark and addicting and so well written. One of those books that made me wonder what exactly is wrong with the author. How could she have written this?!? (Another mark of a good book.)

It’s about a stalker. That’s all I’ll say — I don’t want to spoil it because it’s SO good.

And pick up Hidden Bodies afterwards — there’s a part 2. THERE’S A PART 2!!! Between the witty pop-culture references and surprising narrative twists I couldn’t put this one down either. Kepnes trashes Los Angeles so perfectly. And I LOVE LA. I secretly think LA would LOVE this ode to her, too. If she could stop thinking about herself for a nano-second…

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