I own a lot of books. Most of these books I’ve read already but needless to say there are a large amount of books that I have had on my reading list for quite a while, and I just haven’t gotten around to reading them yet. I’m sure I will read them at some point but you need to be in the mood for certain books, you know what I mean? So as I was browsing my TBR pile a few days ago, I realised that I wasn’t in the mood to read any of them, which was problematic considering how I’m supposed to be saving my money at the moment. I sent a tweet around asking for recommendations and quickly received quite a few. One of the books recommended was Her Name Was Rose by Claire Allan, and by God I am glad I was. I quickly bought a copy of it for Kindle (currently priced at 99p) and settled myself down to get stuck into it.
The story follows Emily, a lonely and isolated woman who is clearly incredibly damaged from previous experiences. It’s written from her point of view and you are really able to get inside her head and understand how much turmoil she has suffered from in the past. You are able to feel the pain that she is going through and understand the craziness behind her extreme actions. We meet Emily on the day of a horrendous accident, where a woman pushing her baby son is involved in a hit and run. Emily, reminded of her past, is sure that it was her who was being targeted and becomes overwhelmed with guilt, holding herself entirely responsible for the young woman’s death. She quickly envelops herself into the life of this young woman, taking on her vacant job at the dentist and befriending her grief stricken husband, all the while convinced that whoever killed Rose will soon come back for her. Emily is the ideal protagonist in this psychological thriller: she is both paranoid and intriguing and you continually question whether she’s imagining everything or not.
Time and time again I witter on about how much I love psychological thrillers and this one was no exception to that rule. There is something so fulfilling about delving into a book that sends you on a whirlwind of questioning and doubt. As satisfying as I find it when I do guess who the perpetrator is, there’s nothing more satisfying than coming to the end of the book completely dumbfounded as to how it played out- good psychological writing allows you to be pulled into the novel, doubting every line of action and every character without question. The characterisation in Her Name Was Rose is fantastic – the characters and both endearing and likeable and you find yourselves getting completely absorbed within their tale. The book was a pretty quick read- the prose is simple and easy to get through, with the right amount of suspense to keep you hooked and not so much that you’re struggling to keep up with the plot.