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In the masterful follow-up to the runaway hit All the Missing Girls, a journalist sets out to find a missing friend, a friend who may never have existed at all.
Confronted by a restraining order and the threat of a lawsuit, failed journalist Leah Stevens needs to get out of Boston when she runs into an old friend, Emmy Grey, who has just left a troubled relationship. Emmy proposes they move to rural Pennsylvania, where Leah can get a teaching position and both women can start again. But their new start is threatened when a woman with an eerie resemblance to Leah is assaulted by the lake, and Emmy disappears days later.
Determined to find Emmy, Leah cooperates with Kyle Donovan, a handsome young police officer on the case. As they investigate her friend’s life for clues, Leah begins to wonder: did she ever really know Emmy at all? With no friends, family, or a digital footprint, the police begin to suspect that there is no Emmy Grey. Soon Leah’s credibility is at stake, and she is forced to revisit her past: the article that ruined her career. To save herself, Leah must uncover the truth about Emmy Grey—and along the way, confront her old demons, find out who she can really trust, and clear her own name.
Everyone in this rural Pennsylvanian town has something to hide—including Leah herself. How do you uncover the truth when you are busy hiding your own?
This was my belief. That the truth rises to the surface like air bubbles in boiling water. That it rushes upward like a force of nature, exploding in a gasp of air when it reaches the surface, as it was always intended to do.
All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda was my absolute number one favorite book of 2016, so while I don’t want to compare her follow up to it, it’s difficult not to.
Miranda’s writing is as effortless as it is cinematic – I can see her scenes played out on the big screen as if it was made for it. I believe she will be able to transfer her books seamlessly to film, and I can almost guarantee her thrillers will be picked up for movies as well.
However, for me, The Perfect Stranger had too many players, and the various subplots didn’t come together as neatly as I would have liked. The ending is what really did me in. While I feel like I don’t really require my thriller’s conclusions to be tied neatly with a bow, this one left me wanting. Wanting more details, wanting more whys. Maybe I needed it all to be spelled out a bit more – I never saw a climax at the conclusion, it just sort of fell off.
All in all, a very strong story that didn’t come together for me in the end.
3.5 stars. I’ll still read everything Megan Miranda writes forever and ever.