As good as dead
5 out of 5
Pip is about to head to college, but she is still haunted by the way her last investigation ended. She’s used to online death threats in the wake of her viral true-crime podcast, but she can’t help noticing an anonymous person who keeps asking her: Who will look for you when you’re the one who disappears?
Soon the threats escalate and Pip realizes that someone is following her in real life. When she starts to find connections between her stalker and a local serial killer caught six years ago, she wonders if maybe the wrong man is behind bars.
Police refuse to act, so Pip has only one choice: find the suspect herself—or be the next victim. As the deadly game plays out, Pip discovers that everything in her small town is coming full circle… and if she doesn’t find the answers, this time she will be the one who disappears…
I did not know it was possible to get a part 3 that is even better than part 2. I LOVED THIS BOOK. It has everything you’d want to give yourself closure about Pip and Ravi. It has everything written in a way that is believeable. I loved the way Holly Jackson described PTSS and, believe me, for me it feels that way. I loved Pip even more and I wouldn’t mind reading more about her. There is only one thing that did not fall the right way in my mind. Which was the ending. I feel like the ending was rushed and not suitable for the level of the entire series. I did love these books and can’t wait to read more by Holly Jackson.
My favorite quotes
“She wanted to go back. She wanted to run to him, fall into him, be Team Ravi and Pip and nothing more. Tell him she loved him in all the secret ways they had, hear him speak all those names he had for her in his butter-soft voice.”
“Her judgement day would come, but for now, Pip walked and she promised. That’s all. One foot in front of the other, even if she had to drag them, even when the hole in her heart felt too big to keep standing. She walked and she promised and he was with her, Ravi’s fingers slotting in between hers in the way they used to fit, fingertips in the dips of her knuckles.”