When Mia Sinclair-Kroner wakes from a coma, all she can remember are the movies she’s known and loved. Her college friends quickly assemble for a weekend party, in an effort to help her remember. But with old friends come old wounds, and it soon becomes clear that Mia’s accident might not have been an accident at all.Was it Agnes, driven by her unspoken resentments? Or Zoey, who covets everything Mia has? Have the years apart only fanned the extinguished flame between Ethan and Mia, compelling him to violence? Or did Victor, who moved away, return with an agenda? Or was it Martin, the wealthy husband, who put a country estate between Mia and her past?As old tensions and new suspicions rise, these friends must wade through their film knowledge, shared history, and everything that’s kept them apart in order to figure out which one of them is trying to end things once and for all.
My Review:
This was one of the oddest books I've ever read just because it was discordant and supposed to about friends but everyone was awful. I kind of already blocked this out of my head because I just didn't like it. It's odd too that this is a series because I just wanted it to end; in fact, one of the best things about this was that it was a short and fast read. I hope you have better luck!
Mia was everyone's wife. When you were with Mia, she was more than present. She was yours-there for you in a way no one else was. She looked into your eyes the whole time you were talking. She heard you and knew just what you needed, even when you didn't. In Agnes's opinion, Mia Sinclair was the most sincere and generous person she'd ever met-so smart, so beautiful, with a sense of humor that could wilt anyone who underestimated her. It was that bond that happens only when you're in your early twenties, when you meet a friend and know: This is the girl I would die for. This is the person I'm meant to know forever. That's why it was a shock when Mia actually did get married, as if the vows of friendship meant nothing anymore.
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