Alexandra “Zan” Moreland, a gifted interior designer, is haunted by the disappearance of her son two years ago from Central Park. Now, on what would be Matthew’s fifth birthday, she is terrified to discover that not only is somebody using her credit cards and manipulating her financial accounts but photos have surfaced that seem to implicate her in the kidnapping.
Hounded by the press, under investigation by the police, attacked by both her angry ex-husband and a vindictive business rival, Zan sets out to find the mastermind behind the cruel hoax. What she does not realize is that every step she takes toward the truth is putting her—and those she loves most—in mortal danger. Zan is beginning to doubt her own sanity when, in the kind of fast-paced explosive ending that is Mary Higgins Clark’s trademark, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place with an unexpected and shocking revelation.
You can’t see me, but I am laughing.
I read MHC twice and I liked the books, so when I came across this book at my favorite local bookstore, I decided to give it a go because it has been a while since I’ve read one of her books. Standing there in the store reading the back cover, I shouldn’t have bothered because I figured out the kidnapper’s identity… JUST BY READING THE BACK COVER! You don’t give it away on the back cover! And this is why I have problems with the overwriting on the cover. Authors tend to give it away in three paragraphs or more.
Yet, I still bought the book! The author tried to throw me off track during the first few chapters when the kidnapper was smacked right in a social scene, but it was so predictable, I resorted to shaking or nodding my head.
I have a problem with this book: all the characters are stupid and shallow. I don’t mind reading about high society people, but there are ways to make them interesting *coughs* Bruce Wayne! *cough cough*. This story is hopeless in every sense and is without redeeming qualities.
What made me mad is the fact that Zan’s closest friends strongly believe that she was guilty of kidnapping her own son. Some kind of friends, ay? Another annoying factor is Zan asking everyone to believe that she is innocent until proven guilty.
I know authors work hard on their craft and I am happy whenever they can share their work with the world, but this book was lame, annoying, repetitive, predictable, repetitive, boring, repetitive and far too many chapters!
Invisible by James Patterson. This book is a one-nighter so I’ll most likely post the review over the weekend.