See, I want to be able to speculate about who the killer is and what the fuck is going on during this recap, and I won’t be able to do that organically if I read the second book and know all those spoilers before finishing this recap. I don’t plan to read it until I finish the recap of this first book, Twin Sisters. It sits two feet away from me as I type these words.
Then I discovered the second book did in fact exist, but I still couldn’t find it anywhere.Īs I write this, I still have not read the second book, Twin Terror.īut! Thanks to modern times, I found it online and bought it. Harrell hadn’t written a second book, and I was doomed to never know how the saga of Iz and Liz ended. The time between checking the stores got longer and longer, until it no longer occupied my thoughts. For a while I checked back with the bookstores regularly, no joy. I waited a while, looked again, no second book. They didn’t have it, or it wasn’t out yet. So, this is the first of two books (I’m loathe to use the term “duology” for reasons I can’t quite explain), and after I read this one (which ends with a cliffhanger – nothing is resolved at all), I immediately went back to the bookstore to try to find the second book. Completely contrived, but at least it’s entertaining and I don’t immediately recall anything that makes me want to kill it with fire.
I don’t know why I trusted Janice Harrell after reading her beyond-awful The Murder Game, but I did, and this one is actually pretty good. So, I must have been around 14 when I read this for the first time. Only Elizabeth will know – and the killer. And if Elizabeth has her way, they’ll never find out.
Because she was out of town when it happened, Isabel’s friends don’t know she’s gone. Then Isabel is murdered – and her twin wants to find out why. Elizabeth ended up with her mother, a jet-setting socialite who hopscotched her young daughter all over the world. Isabel stayed with her father, a brilliant and reclusive author. and her enemies.Įlizabeth and Isabel hadn’t seen each other since their parents divorced when they were three. I wore her favorite fuzzy sweater, kissed her boyfriend, inherited her friends. I took over my sister’s life after she died, slipped into her place without missing a beat. no oneĭescription: And then there was one.
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