Published by Sourcebooks Fire on July 5, 2016
Genres: Young Adult, Mystery, Thriller
Format: ARC, Kindle Edition
Source: Review Copy
When her father is accused of being a serial killer, Bex becomes the ultimate bait in this game of cat and mouse.
Bex is ready to start a new life in foster care. There, she won't be known as a serial killer's daughter. Though her father was never tried for the murders attributed to "The Wife Collector," he disappeared after questioning. And Bex struggles with the guilt that she provided the circumstantial evidence that convicted him in the public's perception—and drove him to abandon her.
But when a body turns up in her new hometown, all signs point to the Wife Collector. Bex's old life isn't ready to let her go. The police want to use Bex to lure in her father. But is she baiting a serial killer or endangering an innocent man?
Twisted by Hannah Jayne is one of the most frustrating books I have read this summer, and that makes me really mad. Honestly, this mystery had the potential to be incredibly superb, but instead it fell victim to the infamous serial killer known as The Rushed Ending.
On a serious note, Twisted, the story of a girl plagued by her father’s past as an accused serial killer known as the Wife Collector, sounded seriously creepy. And it was, for a good portion of the book. I was constantly on the edge of my seat, wondering what mysterious sign was going to show up for Bex next, or who was going to be lurking in the dark. In fact, I was so engrossed in Twisted at times that I found find myself startled out of the story by a noise or disturbance.
And it was for this reason that while I was reading, I was so convinced that my review of Twisted was going to be this raving, gushing, love-filled combination of sentences. I might have found Bex to be a little…cumbersome, at times, but I liked her well enough, and the other characters like Chelsea, Laney, Denise, and Michael rounded out the story well enough that I was truly enjoying myself.
Because honestly, the first 90 percent of Twisted is really good. Its combined mystery and thriller nuances make the reading exciting, as well as the various peeks and glances into Bex’s life with her father before he was accused of murdering several women and disappeared. And I was constantly second guessing information I was being handed in the book: Did Bex’s father really murder all those women? Or is there someone else hiding behind every dark corner? Or could Bex be having a mental breakdown from all the stress of the Wife Collector’s return?
It’s questions like this that make a mystery good. Because you don’t want to know exactly what’s going on until the big reveal. And the flow of the story made sense for this, even if it did seem a bit choppy in transition, and I was totally ready for a big dramatic ending.
I didn’t get that ending. And while I won’t say anything about the whodunnit, because I don’t want to give away any of those spoilers, I will say that it almost felt like a fairy godmother had sprinkled her magic dust on the last several pages of Twisted and said “Tada! Everything’s all better now!” I hate happily ever afters when they don’t make sense for how the plot plays out for the other 200-and-some-odd pages. And I especially hate them when they happen as fast as Twisted.
When it comes down to it, I can’t love Twisted like I want to because it didn’t give me the same level of satisfaction at the end of the novel that I received throughout the beginning and middle of the book. So close, yet so far away.