5 star

Review: The Only One Left by Riley Sager

At seventeen, Lenora Hope
Hung her sister with a rope

Now reduced to a schoolyard chant, the Hope family murders shocked the Maine coast one bloody night in 1929. While most people assume seventeen-year-old Lenora was responsible, the police were never able to prove it. Other than her denial after the killings, she has never spoken publicly about that night, nor has she set foot outside Hopeโ€™s End, the cliffside mansion where the massacre occurred.

Stabbed her father with a knife
Took her motherโ€™s happy life

Itโ€™s now 1983, and home-health aide Kit McDeere arrives at a decaying Hopeโ€™s End to care for Lenora after her previous nurse fled in the middle of the night. In her seventies and confined to a wheelchair, Lenora was rendered mute by a series of strokes and can only communicate with Kit by tapping out sentences on an old typewriter. One night, Lenora uses it to make a tantalizing offerโ€”I want to tell you everything.

โ€œIt wasnโ€™t me,โ€ Lenora said
But sheโ€™s the only one not dead

As Kit helps Lenora write about the events leading to the Hope family massacre, it becomes clear thereโ€™s more to the tale than people know. But when new details about her predecessorโ€™s departure come to light, Kit starts to suspect Lenora might not be telling the complete truthโ€”and that the seemingly harmless woman in her care could be far more dangerous than she first thought.



I’ve had some experience with this author’s work before, and while the premise is usually very good, my impression is that it doesn’t usually quite live up to my expectations. However, this time, it really did. The number of twists and turns were outrageous, and they were just on the brink of acceptable plausibility too, which was impressive for the number of times I had to experience that suspenseful emotional whiplash. Even though I picked this book up on a whim, I’m so glad I did, and honestly I’m not surprised I finally found one of Riley Sager’s books that I really enjoyed.

The Only One Left is based off a very charming schoolyard chant reproduced above, about the tale of Lenora Hope murdering her whole family at age seventeen. Our protagonist, Kit, who isn’t perfect herself, finds herself working to take care of the now very old Lenora Hope. Lenora had been sequestered away in her gigantic palatial home for over fifty years, and no one has seen her since. When Kit meets her, she finds out that Lenora only has the use of her left hand. But still, she can use it to communicate and tries to tell Kit the truth of what happened all those years ago. But is she telling the truth? And what secrets just beg to remain buried?

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Let’s Talk Bookish – Re-Reading Childhood Favourites

Aria @ Book Nook Bits is the new host for Letโ€™s Talk Bookish! If you arenโ€™t following her yet, good check out her blog and give her a follow!

February 23: Do You Ever Reread Childhood Favorites? (Jillian @ Jillian the Bookish Butterfly)

Prompts: What were some of your favorite books when you were younger? What books got you into reading? Do you ever go back and reread those books? What do you remember loving most about your childhood favorite books?

Welcome to another week of LTB here at DTRH, everyone! Today’s topic is about favourite books as a child, and whether we re-read these books from time to time. I feel like as a bookish community it wouldn’t be uncommon to want to re-read these books, but it would also depend on whether we have the time to read older books when we mostly have never-ending TBRs. Can’t wait to hear what you all have to say.

Memoirs of a Geisha and The Supernaturalist were some of my favourites as a child. I also really enjoyed The Deltora Quest series when I was really quite young. These are books that still come to mind when I think of childhood favourites, though I’m sure there are others I would also re-read from my younger days. Series like Harry Potter and A Series of Unfortunate Events are obviously examples of other series that I remember fondly.

I think it really was series like the ones I mentioned above or The Magic Treehouse that really helped me get into reading. I am a bit of a completionist, so it really helps sometimes to have a series to push more reading. I also really enjoy world-building, so the more I can learn about a world through books and the lens of the protagonists, the more interested I get. So series tended to be helpful for me, at least when I was younger.

I remember loving the adventure of these books. That’s what was fascinating for reading, but also for my general interest in the books. Every book was a small adventure, and the overall plot was also a larger adventure. I really enjoyed the journey of all the small adventures, but also in how it added up into a huge story arc. I remember really putting myself into the shoes of these protagonists and going on these adventures and letting my imagination run wild, and I think that’s what really sold it for me. As an adult, re-reading these is really more of a trip down memory lane, the nostalgia of what I once felt, and also interesting to see what I missed the first time. Overall, these are not my favourite books anymore, but they still hold a special place in my heart.

What about you all? Do you enjoy re-reading old favourites? Is there simply not enough time for such indulgences? Or do you just make time for them? Let me know in the comments below!

4.5 star

Review: Denial by Beverley McLachlin

When everyone is in denial, how do you find the truth?

Jilly Truitt has made a name for herself as one of the top criminal defense lawyers in the city. Where once she had to take just about any case to keep her firm afloat, now she has her pickโ€”and she picks winners.

So when Joseph Quentin asks her to defend his wife, who has been charged with murdering her own mother in what the media are calling a mercy killing, every instinct tells Jilly to say no. Word on the street is that Vera Quentin is in denial, refusing to admit to the crime and take a lenient plea deal. Quentin is a lawyerโ€™s lawyer, known as the Fixer in legal circles, and if he canโ€™t help his wife, who can?

Against her better judgment, Jilly meets with Vera and reluctantly agrees to take on her case. Call it intuition, call it sympathy, but something about Vera makes Jilly believe sheโ€™s telling the truth. Now, she has to prove that in the courtroom against her former mentor turned opponent, prosecutor Cy Kengeโ€”a man who has no qualms about bending the rules.

As the trial approaches, Jilly scrambles to find a crack in the case and stumbles across a dark truth hanging over the Quentin family. But is it enough to prove Veraโ€™s innocence? Or is Jilly in denial herself?

Thrumming with tension, Denial is a riveting thriller about the lengths we will go to for the ones we love and the truths we hold dear.



After reading the first novel in this series, Full Disclosure, I didn’t have the highest of high expectations. Yes, I was still interested in reading the second book in the series by the former Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Canada, but I definitely readied myself for more of the same from the first book. However, I was actually completely blown away by this book. Since when has the second book in the series ever been better than the first?! Overall this was just dramatically better for me, and I do wonder if it was due to the feedback from the first book.

Denial follows our defence lawyer extraordinaire, Jilly Truit, in another set of proceedings once again. As usual, Jilly is fighting the uphill battle, as the case once again seems locked and done. In a locked house, with no alarms tripped, frail and old Olivia Stanton passed away in her sleep from a morphine overdose. The only person in the house at the time? Her daughter, Vera, sleeping soundly upstairs. Vera soundly maintains her innocence, even as the flames of the trial licks at her heels. Just how will Jilly be able to defend her client in such a tough situation?

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