Infiltrate an impenetrable group of friends - and the thrill, the need for an answer is too much temptation for our girl. Her former boss, Frank, with his rather sadistic and unconventional streak, wants Cassie to go undercover as the dead girl. They say that everyone has a double, somewhere Cassie may have found hers, only that twin is dead. This is a good thing, because it shows that Cassie is strong, she is able to move on, and this, after all, is her story. Yes, we get a few brief mentions of Rob, but he is not the focus. Frank told me once-and I don’t know whether he’s right or not, and I didn’t tell Sam this either-that all the best undercovers have a dark thread woven into them, somewhere.This book is about Cassie. But the other things: I worried about those. My kind of courage holds up best under fire it’s different dangers, more refined and insidious ones, that shake me. I was never afraid of getting killed and I was never afraid of losing my nerve.

Some people are undercovers all the way to the bone the job has taken them whole. Like Rob, Cassie has a darkness inside her that made her former position with the Undercover squad so exhilarating. She feels like a sister, someone I want to hold and protect against the harshness of the world. It is up to the skill of the author to make them truly believable, and I fell in love with Cassie as I did with Rob. Broken, damaged characters within literature are a dime a dozen.

Like Rob Ryan in the previous book in this series, our main character, Cassie Maddox is broken. I can't describe it as anything less than that. Re-reading anything is a rare, rare, rarer than once-in-a-blue-moon event with me, and yet I've found myself going back to her books time and time again. I have the shortest attention span with books. I can't adequately sum up my emotions for her books except to say, from the bottom of my heart, that I love them, utterly. She is one of my favorite authors, and for me, there's just no words for how stupidly wonderful I find her books, because I have not the talent with words that she has. It's a rare author who is able to evoke that kind of emotion in their readers, and I can only say that reading Tana French always brings a stab of exquisite pain to my heart. They squeeze your chest, they make your eyes sting with unshed tears. I lived her life, for a few strange bright weeks her blood went into making me what I am, the same way it went to make the bluebells and the hawthorn treeSome books hurt. I wear her face as I get older it’ll stay her changing mirror, the one glimpse of all the ages she never had.

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