The Good Girl by Mary Kubica

I’ve been following her for the past few days. I know where she buys her groceries, where she works. I don’t know the color of her eyes or what they look like when she’s scared. But I will.”

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Summary: “One night, Mia Dennett enters a bar to meet her on-again, off-again boyfriend. But when he doesn’t show, she unwisely leaves with an enigmatic stranger. At first Colin Thatcher seems like a safe one-night stand. But following Colin home will turn out to be the worst mistake of Mia’s life.

When Colin decides to hide Mia in a secluded cabin in rural Minnesota instead of delivering her to his employers, Mia’s mother, Eve, and detective Gabe Hoffman will stop at nothing to find them. But no one could have predicted the emotional entanglements that eventually cause this family’s world to shatter.”

(Goodreads)

My Thoughts: Now let’s preface with the fact that The Good Girl is in every way the stereotypical kidnapping book. It is also Mary Kubica’s (another one of my fave authors) debut novel and was compared by many to be the next Gone Girl but it is definitely not. It does give that vibe and has a huge, unexpected twist that you will most definitely not see coming. But, let’s be real here – it isn’t Amy Dunn. Now, before anyone jumps down my throat, I loved this book and it is quite possibly one of my all time favorites which has obviously led me to buying every one of Kubica’s books. She just has this way of grabbing you within the first few pages and just gives you tiny breadcrumbs along the way to keep you pulled in. Loved it.

 

Favorite Quotes:

“I know how betrayal and disillusionment feel, when someone who could give you the world refuses even a tiny piece of it.” 

“But he holds me so tightly that for a moment, the emotions are at bay. The sadness and fear, the regret and the loathing. He bottles them up inside his arms so that for a split second I don’t have to be the one carrying the weight of them. For this moment, the burden is his.”

“I watch the way her skin becomes red from the cold. The way her hair blows around in the breeze. She tucks it behind an ear, hoping to contain it, but it doesn’t work. Not all things like to be contained.” 

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