The Revenge List
My Madness Level : High Madness
How much of a Madness : Always excited when there’s new release from this author, because it’s always different than any that I’ve ever read and there’s no exception with this one, once I start I just can’t put it down.
What brings the Madness :
- the prologue, it’s start with a bang, the suspense is off the roof from the get go.
- unique premise. anger management leads to something scary, this book really unlock new fears for me and definitely learned a lot about the consequences of acting out in anger. Unfortunately, this is all happen pretty common these days and it just really sad and scary.
- characters, all the characters here are not loveable but strangely at the end I root for these people especially the main character, the more I read the more I understand where they came from, all those anger, totally get it, although didn’t agree with what they did, but love how this book got me screaming “NOOOOOOO, YOU SHOULDN’T DO THAT”.
- the mystery, it’s engaging and captivating, love that it keeps me second guessing my verdict of who’s the bad guy is, love those “is it him? it must be him? but why? it could’t be him? It must be him but it doesn’t make sense”.
What Madness I don’t like : that ending, I don’t like that kind of ending. Kinda predictable no red herring, when some clues open up I can guess it correctly, but it doesn’t take away all the fun guessing and solving the mystery and still it has that great suspense.
Level of this Madness Recommendation : absolutely, it’s a solid great suspense mystery read.
Where to buy this Madness :
My Madness Review : Goodreads
The Blurb :
They say life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. But all she could see was regret. The people in Frankie Morgan’s life say she’s angry. Emotionally stunted. Combative. But really, who can blame her? It’s hard being nice when your clients are insufferable, your next-door neighbor is a miserable woman and the cowardly driver who killed your mother is still out living it up somewhere. Somehow, though, she finds herself at her very first anger-management group session—drinking terrible coffee and learning all about how “forgiveness is a process.” One that starts with a list. Frankie is skeptical. A list of everyone who’s wronged her in some way over the years? More paper, please. Still, she makes the pointless list—with her own name in a prominent spot—and promptly forgets about it…until it goes missing. And one by one, the people she’s named start getting hurt in freak accidents, each deadlier than the last. Could it be coincidence giving her the revenge she never dared to seek…or something more sinister? If Frankie doesn’t find out who’s behind it all, she might be next.
The sharp sound of a high-pitched scream filled the air. A noise so unrecognizable, at first I didn’t register it had come from deep within me, traveling up my throat in stealth mode before bursting from my mouth.
The remnants of the yell reverberated around the car, forcing their way into my ears and penetrating my skull, urging me to do something. Survival instincts kicked in, and I fumbled with the seatbelt, my other hand grasping for the door handle. The need for the relative safety that solid, stationary ground would bring was so intense it made my stomach heave. A loud click of the central locking system meant my captor had outsmarted me again, obliterating my immediate plan to throw myself from the moving vehicle.
When I looked out the windshield, I knew there was no time to find an alternate escape. The end of the road—the edge of the cliff—announced by signs and broken red-and-white-striped wooden barricades, had been far enough away seconds ago but now gleamed in the car’s headlights, a looming warning yards ahead. I couldn’t comprehend what was about to happen, couldn’t do anything as the vehicle kept going, splintering planks and racing out the other side with nothing but air below. I let out another scream, far louder than my first, the absolute terror exploding from my lungs.
For the briefest of moments, we were suspended, as if this was a magic trick or an elaborate roller coaster. Perhaps, if I were really lucky, this was all a dream. Except I already knew there were no smoke and mirrors, no swirling track leading us through loop-the-loops and to safety. It wasn’t a nightmare I’d wake from with bedsheets wrapped around my sweaty body. This was happening. It was all terrifyingly real.
As the car continued its trajectory, it tipped forward. The only thing to stop our momentum was whatever we were rushing toward, obscured by the cloudy night skies. Pushing my heels into the floor, I tried to flatten my shoulders against the seat. My hands scrambled for the ceiling to brace myself, but I flopped like a rag doll, my loosened seatbelt tearing into my shoulder.
They say your life flashes before you when you’re close to death. That didn’t happen to me. Instead, it was all my regrets. Choices I’d made. Not made. Things I’d said and done. Not said. Not done. It was far too late to make amends. There would be no opportunity to beg anyone for forgiveness. No possibility of offering some.
As the finality of the situation hit me full on, I turned my head. The features of the driver next to me were illuminated in a blueish glint from the dashboard lights. His face had set in a stony grimace; his jaw clenched so tight he had to have shattered teeth. But what frightened me the most were his eyes, filled with what could only be described as maniacal delight.
He’d said we were both going to die. As the car hurtled to the bottom of the cliff, I closed my eyes and accepted he was right.
Excerpted from The Revenge List by Hannah Mary McKinnon, Copyright © 2023 by Hannah McKinnon. Published by MIRA Books.