Dismantled by Jennifer McMahon. I just finished it this morning, read it straight through in a couple days, only putting it down when there were other people around, you know, asking me to live my life.
Everyone has had a friend who changed them, a friend they maybe shouldn’t have hung out with, a friend who did things they knew better than to follow. Take a group of friends, with one standout as the leader and what happens? You know what happens. And to this particular group, more than just a little trouble and chaos happened.
Nine years later, the group long dismantled, two of the key players’ marriage is falling apart, but their nine year-0ld daughter inadvertently stirs the pot, bringing her parents’ lives full circle as they are now forced to face their past.
This book moves like the wind. More specifically, like the wind in a forest of loblollly trees, twisting and turning and circling back on itself and shaking all the little leaves around in the process. By the time I got to the end, I was so clearly in love with the nine year-old girl at its center I found myself reading slower, upset to break contact with her at the last page.
Dismantled is a mystery (wrapped in an enigma, ha) but it develops more like a horror story, each new detail layering into the creep-factor until you find yourself sitting in a nest of your pillows in bed with every hair on your arm standing on end and unable to go to sleep until you figure out what in the world is going on here!!!
Or maybe that was just me. But I bet it wasn’t. Buy this one for yourself and find out!
